“You’re not usually this annoying,” Sherlock mumbled, staring steadfastly at the sentence he had now read six times over.
“You’re not usually this boring,” John replied, shrugging before bringing his broom around to hover a couple feet from where his friend was lying on the grass, reading his book, and tipping himself backwards until he was hanging upside down from it.
“Come on, Sherlock,” he said. “It’s Saturday. The day is young. I appreciate you not doing something that will get us killed, expelled or both for once, but surely there’s a middle-ground between that and doing absolutely nothing!”
“I’m perfectly content,” Sherlock replied, glancing up at him with a put upon sigh.
“Well I’m not,” John huffed.
“I thought you were going to practice for try-outs,” said Sherlock. “Why you would want to subject yourself to something as dull as a school sport, I haven’t the faintest idea but I’ve learned not to question these whims of yours.”
“Oh, that’s rich,” John scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And the idea was for you to help me.”
“Help you how?” Sherlock drawled.
“I dunno. Throw some balls for me to catch.”
“Would a stick not do?”
“Perhaps I can rub your belly once we’re done.”
“Piss off, Sherlock.”
“You’re the one that described yourself as a dog, not me,” the younger boy yawned, taking his book and rolling onto his back instead.
“Why’d you even bring your broom then,” John whined.
“Because you wouldn’t shut up until I did,” Sherlock replied simply.
John huffed with frustration before pausing a moment and thinking the situation over. A slow, mischievous grin promptly spread across his face as he clambered back up to sit properly on his bring, brought it up a few more feet, circled his friend for a moment before swooping down and plucking the book from his hands.
“Hey!” Sherlock cried, glaring up at him as John climbed up a few more feet before stopping and shooting the young Ravenclaw a smug grin. “Give that back.”
“Come an get it,” John replied.
“You’re broom’s right there.”
“You are such a child,” Sherlock huffed as he pushed himself up to his feet and snatched his broom from the ground, rolling his eyes at John’s triumphant cheer.