Gryffindor Post-Quidditch Party

There are two kinds of people in the world :

1. Who believe there are two kinds of people

2. Who believe they’re are more than 2 kinds of people

Imagine:Sherlock making a wrong deduction, you correct it.

“Ugh, boring. John, we’re leaving. This was a suicide, there’s gonna be a note somewhere, actually check the journal she used to write, you’ll find something there. Lestrade, we’re done here”, Sherlock said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world

“Oh my my, the day has come hasn’t it? Sherlock Holmes, makes a wrong deduction, the headlines for tomorrow's newspaper I suppose” you said, smirking at the current situation

“Care to explain?” “Ink blotches on the right hand, particularly the index and thumb, she was a right handed woman. The gunshot was on the right side but, her spine’s broken, the gun shot looks much fresher, it was a staged suicide Mr. Holmes”

John’s eyes lit up. And the expression on Sherlock’s face was, without a doubt, priceless.

Kay

Person A: *gets 8 hours of sleep MINIMUM each night* I am so awake and ready for the day the sun is beautiful and I'm so happy to be alive

Person B: I've have 30 minutes of sleep for the past five days and now I can smell sounds please kill me.

Always been you-(ii)

A/N: i am tired out of my mind, but I managed to write this. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. This chapter might be a little short but i have planned out the next two!

———Author’s Note ends———-

You walked away, the cold air nipping at you, they almost seemed as bitter as your thoughts did to your heart, still convinced that Spencer liked you.

All the nights you spent together reading, keeping each other company simply because you couldn’t sleep, you were the only one to know his fears of having a Psychotic break, of not being good enough and somehow,he always knew when something was off about you, and somewhere down the line, you fell hard.

Tears streaked your already numb face, but you blamed your injury, you could easily get a cab the road seemed busy.

“Taxi! Tax-“, you said flailing your left hand

“Y/n! You- uh you left in a hurry? Are you alright? You need help, wait I’ll drive you”

All your anger and bitterness faded as you looked up to him, staring into his honey eyes, with a hint of brown. How you resent such a pure person?

“Hey Spence, I’m- I’m fine, i’ll get home its not far from here, a couple of blocks, and I already bandaged my wound so its alright”

“Um- okay. We- we wanted to, to say Thanks, for saving our asses there” he changed the topic, not wanting to force you, he knew how stubborn you could be

“kind of my job, Spencer.” - You chuckled dryly - It’s a ‘we’ already huh?”

“Uh- wha- no that’s not what I

Meant, i mean”

“Relax Spencer, I really have to go. Take care”

You finally found a taxi, and stepped in, not waiting for his answer.

You had taken 2 weeks off, on medical leave, but you were fine,physically at least.The cut was healing pretty well, you just had to keep cleaning it, a little alcohol, on the wound and on your tongue seemed to do the trick. As you scrolled through the TV, the bell rang , you weren’t expecting anyone. Picking up your gun from the bottom drawer, unclasping the safety, you open the door gun steady in your right hand-

“Jeez!Y/N. I’ve bought you cookies not dynamite” Greeted Penelope, your Right hand which pointed a gun at her, now lowered,

“It kind of was unecessary, but it also is 12 AMSo i think I’m excused”

“Right, but can I come in first?”

“Make yourself at home” you said, putting the gun back in.

Settling for the couch, she started

“ Sweetie, how are you doing?I bought you this cute little purple Panda, it should make you feel better instantly”

“Yay, i feel soo much better already, thank you darling, my wound is healing very we-“

“You know what I’m talking ‘bout”

“ Why do you AND Emily,keep asking the same thing”- you

Flopped onto the couch”It’s not like Me and Spencer were dating”

“Hah, gotcha”

“What?”

“When did I say I was talking about Spencer? Pretty boy, invading your thoughts i see”

“Fine. I admit it.”

“That you’re completely in love with him?”

“ No!”-you said a little too loudly-“ i just like him”

“ Are you avoiding him?”

Handing you her freshly baked Choco chip cookies she said-

“ spill”

You couldn’t help yourself.

“ Yes, i cant look at him, because i feel stupid about the fact that I wanted to tell him that I like him when he, clearly is in love with someone else” you look away,

“How could I be so stupid?”

“Honey, you were gonna tell him? Oh I am so gonna make him

Pay for hurting you, pretty boy isnt getting these cookies for a month now”pulling you into a bone crushing hug, rubbing your back she said

“There’s nothing to worry about, because Mr. Genius is in love with you too, He cares for you a lot more than Maeve, she is Special to himbut only because she’s someone like him, but you, you are his perfect match, you get him like no one else does, stop being sad,get dressed you and me are Going out”

“Really? At 12?”

“There’s a quite bar Emily Suggested, her and JJ will meet us there in an hour let’s get going babygirl”

I just realized.. that guy is from the flash!! Iris's Father!!! Isnt he!

tom playing an active role in the hp fandom is my favorite thing

i cant fucking take it anymore. (standing perfectly still, is not visibly stressed, appears normal)

No just thank you mcLaren for creating the most unsatisfying 1-2 we could ever get. Your horrifying strategy made one win feel undeserved ( when it fully was) and paints the other as a villian for not being happy for his teammates win. Why both werent allowed to fight for p1, except for the fact that McLaren loves poor decisions is beyond me

Oh if you need ideas maybe have leta be the one who broke up with her boyfriend cause she just wanted to be a sort of gold digger and take the occamy eggs cause she knew newt would have heaps (and cause their really rare and valuable) and the reader comes back after thinking to help newt kick leta out? I don't know just a thought. Love your work btw!!❤️❤️❤️

I AM SERIOUSLY SORRY! I couldn’t add this to the plot. Sorrry. If you like, i can write one?I actually got inspired to write it so part 2 happened. Again, sorry!!

Hey hun, don't worry about not being able to get a fic out. Life gets in the way, we all know that. What matters most is that you are taking care of yourself and doing what makes you happy. Thanks so much for thinking of us when you're going through so much and know that we are all thinking of you as well. I hope that everything gets better for you. I hope you're feeling better soon. Take care ❤️❤️❤️

Really, thanks a lot. Just a little support makes me feel a little better :)I will get that fic out soon, Life shouldn't get in the way. I'll crush the crap out of it

Rain was gorgeous!!! I loved it heaps!!

oh my fricking god!! you really dont know how much i love you. And really, this one comment makes me feel that my writing is not so shitty after all.

LOVE YOU ANON!!