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 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.

Tea cups and turkey basters.

Mine surely aren't the coveted pureblood Holmes genetics they're interested in.

Mummy did always say you got the better physical genetics - undoubtedly you're the more marketable son in this situation.

You think you can make me like you by calling me the pretty one?

I fail to see how that would ever effect you in a positive manner. Unless now you've decided to keep John you are perhaps inclined to consider becoming more effeminate to draw him in?

Don't be base.

Ever the hypocrite. You are making sure not to drag him around all over the castle, aren't you? People will talk.

People can talk all they want. He's quite the reputation with the ladies. I doubt a few nights gallivanting around with me are going to challenge that.

Yes, I suppose there is that. You'll just have to enjoy the time you have left then.

There's still next year. And even if he were to get a new girlfriend, I'd still come first.

You don't really think that, do you? No brother of mine could possibly be so... naive.

Eventually he will find himself a girlfriend, someone he won't want to part with, 'the one' if you please, and when that time comes do you really think he'd be willing to leave her to go gallivanting about at the drop of a hat?

If you're so clever, Mycroft, why don't you try explaining why someone who wants me to be happy would leave me while someone who wants to destroy me may never leave me alone?

John's different. No woman on earth could ever replace me.

Because in the end, John Watson is a good man. Not a great one, but a good one, and good men eventually attract very good women. Following nature's course, they may have children, begin working, building a life together... How much time do you think he will have for an eccentric great man who insists on dragging him all over God's green earth at the drop of a hat?

In the case of Jim Moriarty... He's fixated on you since you are, in the end, the only one who can match him in wits. I'm sure you've noticed, there aren't many men like the two of you in this world. Why on earth would he let you go when he may not meet another like you in his lifetime?

How confident are you that John won't eventually find a woman who compliments him perfectly?

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