forum P O T T E R L O C K (Open rp - looking for Moriarty, Lestrade, and Mycroft)

Started May 16, 2018 by Tessa D.

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"I dunno, but it's, uh, moving around? Oh no. It can't be a- …d'ya think it's a rat?"

"It's entirely possible. Nail. Now." Sherlock said, exasperated.

"I like rats. We'll be fine. They aren't scary at all."

John muttered a few choice insults under his breath and continued feeling around for the nail. Why did Sherlock insist on- "Ow!" a sharp pain on his finger made him yank his hand back, cradling it close to his chest. "Sherlock! That stupid rat just bit me!"

'John, Madame Pomfrey can take care of it but there isn't anything to pick a lock with in my area. Help me out, please?"

John rummaged around for a few more minutes while Sherlock impatiently rattled his chains. Finally his fingers closed on something sharp. Pulling it up, he handed it to his friend. "I… I think that's actually a piece of wood? But it's thin and sharp, so you'll have to make do."

"Close enough." Sherlock muttered, picking the lock of his chains and then his friend's chains.

John rubbed his wrists, the skin sore from the metal cuffs. "What now? I mean…" He trailed off as he looked around the dark cell. "How do we get out of here? And.. where are we anyways?"

"Dungeon. An unused part of it, given the smell."

John sniffed the damp air and made a disgusted face. "How long have we been here?"

"Oh, I would say three, four hours? Most of that time was spent unconscious, of course."

John rubbed his face, dejected. "That's… embarrassing. We should get back to our common rooms - if we don't check in soon with our prefects we'll get in a ton of trouble."

"Well, let's try the door. It's probably locked but who knows?"

"That's… okay. At this point I'm willing to do anything if it means we stay out of trouble."

Sherlock grabbed the handle of the door. Locked, of course.

"How do we even get ourselves into these situations!" John grumbled as he felt his way around the darkened room.

"I have no idea." Sherlock said sarcastically.

John attempted to give Sherlock a sharp look, but it was too dark and he had no idea where the boy detective was anyway. "Well if someone-" he snapped pointedly. "didn't keep insulting the most powerful Slytherin of the century, maybe we would have a normal school year for once!"

"The most powerful?" Sherlock laughed. "As if."

"No!" yelled John. "He is! His family owns billions of dollars and half the school is being blackmailed by him, including the teachers! And you have the audacity to make him your sworn enemy!"

"I mean-" John waved an arm at their surroundings. "You told the teacher he was cheating in Quidditch and now look where we are!"

"He was. But you can reserve the right to an "I told you so" if it makes you feel better."

John took a deep breath. "Alright. Moving on, how do you think we'll get out of here?"

"Kicking down the door, obviously." Sherlock said.