dressrobes | IC Prospective | Mycroft 7th year

IC Prospective | Mycroft 7th year

Character: Mycroft Holmes (BBC 'Sherlock')
Mun: Gowa
Plot specific: Not really, just trying out Mycroft as year head boy or prefect?

While I understand that as a student one cannot simply ignore the opportunities to cause chaos when presented with such a situation, I strongly encourage everyone to please do as they are told and avoid stealing into the Forbidden Forest. Things could get... messy.

[filtered to Sherlock]

This friendly suggestion goes double for you, brother. We wouldn't want to upset Mummy with an Owl about how you managed to get yourself spirited away by some over-eager Centaurs, now would we?

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I've been losing weight, thank you very much.

What's the saying? Five steps back, three steps forward?

Only with those dreadful crash diets young girls are keen on for the summer.

You hate exercise and you prefer cake with tea. Add one, omit the other, and you must be a hellish person to be around right now. Glad I wasn't sorted into your house.

I'm just as thankful that I don't have to deal with your flights of insomnia and creative insanity. Tell me, how do your dorm-mates deal with your disorganized chaos?

Your assumption that I live in disorganized chaos suggests you don't have a very well informed spy. Or one who prefers to exaggerate.

So you mean you didn't spread your 'research' out all over the other boys' beds while disregarding their complaints completely?

[Oh... yeah, that's right.]

Either way, this is exactly the behavior I was talking about. I don't have spies watching you.

That's because you have absolutely no interest in my activities.

Edited 2012-10-31 14:46 (UTC)

And what makes mine so interesting?

I worry about you, that's all.

People will think there's something wrong with us if you keep doing that. Wrong with you--yes, fine. But there's nothing wrong with me.

I wouldn't be so concerned if there were nothing wrong with you, don't you think? Then again, perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'm just being an overprotective older brother who insists on meeting any potential partners you might find yourself attached to.

Speaking of, how is John doing?

[Seething hate]

He's fine.

[Mycroft Buddha]

Oh? That's good, it's nice to see you with friends.

Friends who aren't James Moriarty you mean.

[Long pause.]

Yes.

It's not a mistake I'm going to make again. I doubt he even still has any interest in me. You have better things to spend your time on, I'm certain.

Unfortunately I feel he's quite like you in terms of obstinacy and I fear he might not be so willing to let you go that easily.

So you'll forgive me if I keep my eye on you for a while longer.

I trust John on that front.

I'm coming to trust him on that as well. One of these days I might actually be able to sleep restfully.

I'm sure you'll find something else to worry over. Perhaps something that actually effects you.

Yes, and then I suppose I will have to make myself untouchable in some manner. Good thing Mummy never expected me to reproduce, so that's one less concern.

I'm sure mummy gave up on any hopes of grandchildren the day she actually held a conversation with you.

She might still have hopes for you, be careful. I think I saw her looking at a few advertisements for young eligible pureblood women ready for marriage.

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