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Potterlock #1! At first I was going to do a trippy Texts!verse dream where John finally got to have that drink with Victor, but then I decided that I’d done too much angst lately. Not that John isn’t angry here—he’s just worried about his best friend.
“Thanks for meeting me here,” says Victor.
“No problem,” says John, glancing around the rest of the pub. The Three Broomsticks is crowded with other students—and a few professors—enjoying the opportunity to get out of the castle. Steady chatter buzzes all around them, and no one looks over at their table except a couple of red-faced fourth years; Victor Trevor, the handsome Durmstrang Champion, is now such a fixture of the community that he doesn’t attract much attention.
“Your girlfriend’s okay with you taking a couple of hours off?”
“What?” John looks back at Victor. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, Joan’s fine.” He feels an odd pang of guilt. He and Joan haven’t been talking much lately, but he isn’t sure whose fault that is. It’s not that he’s trying to avoid her—if anything, it’s the other way around. She’s been skirting him ever since… “I’m meeting her at Honeydukes later,” John says, just for the sake of saying something. “She asked if I could, um, get an autograph, actually.”
“Did she?” Victor looks pleased, which only annoys John. “I like her.”
“You haven’t met her.”
“I like her anyway.”
“Mm.” John takes a long swig of his butterbeer. It’s warm, and goes down much better than the conversation. “So, what do you want to talk about?”
This time it’s Victor who glances around, apparently to make sure no one’s listening in, before leaning forward. “It’s Sherlock.”
Yayyyy! Angry protective John in the best.