Shadow Event Log

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WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Ranging from paranoid to angry
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: After the memorial on October 31st through November 2nd.
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Those who have passed too near to a certain goblet may find themselves haunted by whispers of their unconscious insecurities. From themselves.
STATUS: ONGOING
NOTE: Details for the event are here, feel free to use the log for the whole event

Comments

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock took his notebook back, watching Peter with his head cocked slightly. Why was he acting so oddly?]

We sleep in the same room. Not much hiding to be done against Tony’s occasional sticky fingers.

Perfect example of the self-imposed alienation. Most people assume you dislike them because you can’t cater your behavior to being as varied in acceptance as you manage to be in the things you can’t or won’t tolerate.

[Twitch.]

[speterman]

I guess that's true, but I'm sure you could do better than.. throwing it about.. You didn't really answer my question though... Are you okay?

[He scratched the back of his head, one of his common nervous habits.]

[3potionproblem]

I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Thank you.

[He tucked his notebook into his robes and turned back.]

[speterman]

You don't seem fine. Come on, I can tell when someone's upset. Generally throwing books through your weird doppelganger is a really good sign of that. Not very nice doppelganger huh?

[His tone wasn't mocking, it was almost sympathetic.]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock absolutely froze.]

All that brilliance and you still couldn’t figure out I wasn’t just something in your head? You’re crazy but not that crazy.

[Sherlock rounded on Peter, all but grabbing him by the shirt.]

You can see it? Can you hear it?

[speterman]

[Peter jumped, looking as if he just wanted to flee right there.]

Um, yeah I mean, look, I don't want any trouble or anything...

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock stared at him in not very well disguised horror. This was akin to those dreams of going to school in one’s underwear kids generally fretted over. Sherlock was practically naked with his shadow beside him and there was no telling how many people had seen or heard it already.

The shadow just offered Peter a small shrug.]

You’ll have to excuse us. He doesn’t understand that you’re afraid of him. He wouldn’t even understand why if you spelt it out for him. He doesn’t care so it doesn’t matter. You matter, but only so far as there is a purpose for you. It’s the only reason he even remembers your name.

[speterman]

[Peter's gaze traveled from Sherlock to the shadow as it spoke. He tried his best not to let those words hurt him.]

Come on now, he barely remembers my name anyway.

[Peter looked at Sherlock with a weak smile.]

I'm going to assume Chatty Cathy over there isn't your doing; did you make someone mad?

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock scowled at the shade. It very much needed to shut up.]

Always a possibility. Luckily it seems more than content to just stand around shouting nothing short of nonsense.

[He had to hope Pete would buy the lie at any rate. He couldn’t exactly gag the figment that haunted him.]

Hardly nonsense. Whose intelligence are you insulting, exactly? Besides which, what’s Parker going to do? Everyone already knows Sherlock Holmes is one of the biggest pricks at Hogwarts. The only thing they likely don’t know is that you’re not exactly an unfeeling arse by choice.

[speterman]

...nonsense... Okay, sure... but erm, what did he mean by that last bit?

[He blatantly doesn't buy the lie, he's not a moron.]

Maybe we should go see one of the professors and see if they know how to fix it...?

[3potionproblem]

How should I know what he means when it doesn’t mean anything? I’ll deal with it myself.

[Because ‘Chatty Cathy’ was going to make things worse before Sherlock could make things better if Parker was within earshot. He started walking away as fast as possible.]

You can’t outrun the truth, Sherlock. The older you get the more clearly everyone can see that immaturity is the least of what’s wrong with you.

[speterman]

[Peter scrambled after him, having to grab on his robe and yank him into stopping .]

Bloody hell you know I'm shorter than you, stop! Ignore him for a minute because even if you are one of Hogwarts' biggest pricks you being upset isn't cool. Just calm down for a minute!

[Pete didn't let go though, not trusting Sherlock not to flee.]

[3potionproblem]

You are not helping! Go away!

[Sherlock couldn’t keep the shade from speaking but he could keep Peter from hearing. He grabbed him by the head, palms over his ears, and steered him away.

The shadow looked on with a rather unimpressed expression.]

What kind of man would rather be hated or feared rather than understood? Pureblood pride? You’re better than that, Sherlock. Even if he is a halfblood, there’s only a thirty percent chance he’s ever heard of it and a five percent chance he even knows what it means. It’s just letters to most people. Just a word. It’s only your prison because you refuse to acknowledge it.

[speterman]

[Peter all but yelped, not expecting such a reaction and almost scared it was an attack at first.]

Hey! Wow! Quit that! I have a headache, not helping!

[He pushed back, not letting Sherlock push him away, all the while trying to squirm out of his hold.]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock backed him up to a door, opened it, and shoved Peter inside, leaning his back on the door to keep the door closed.]

[speterman]

[Peter stumbled forward followed by a loud crash, a groan, a moment of silence then he was at the door trying to get it open.]

God! Sherlock you cow! Let me out of here!

[Don't mind him trying to bang on that door and force it open.]

Throwing me into a broom closet did wonders for my headache, thanks!

[3potionproblem]

[The shadow quirked a small, apologetic smile as he leaned on the other side of the door from the original, facing Peter]

Don’t mind him. He has a neurological disorder. It’s not that he doesn’t care about your headache. He doesn’t realize he’s supposed to care.

[The shade shrugged and phased through the door.]

[speterman]

[Peter watched curiously if not a little intimidated. ]

Sherlock I swear! If this is over a neurological disorder or whatever he's on about I will scream. Not yell, scream. And... HEX YOUR STUFF. Aaugh!

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock kicked the door because Peter needed to shut the hell up then pushed off from the door and walked quickly away.]

[speterman]

[When he heard Sherlock move from the door he threw it open and stormed out, wand already out and ready to use, and that's just what he did, a strange wrist movement and whoops Sherlock that sure is what is becoming his favorite invention, there was a web around his leg that he yanked on, trying to trip or at least slow the other male down.]

I am getting real sick of this. Look, I was trying to help! Because unlike a lot of people I care! Even if you're a cow. Did I really deserve that?!

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock tripped, being a little bit preoccupied at the moment and not paying too much attention to details like leg detainment.

If he could blow steam from his ears, he would be.]

This is the opposite of helping! What part of ‘I don’t want to be around you’ has completely bypassed any and all working synapses?!

[speterman]

What did I do? What do you think I'm going to do? Judge you over what your freaky little ghost clone says? Sorry, my judgement on you is already out and sailing the seas. Look, what I'm saying is, stop freaking out and breathe for a minute, it's weird seeing you so distressed and I don't particularly like it. Go sit in your room and go to your mind palace or whatever it is you do. I don't care just, you're going to hurt yourself or someone else.

[He frowned, eyebrows knitting together in aggravation.]

Don't make me web you to your bed.

[3potionproblem]

[The shadow laughed.]

He just told you to go to bed. It's called irony.

[Sherlock scowled, taking a deep breath.]

I don't want to be in Ravenclaw if other people can see or hear this. I'll be fine on my own.

[speterman]

[He turned pointedly at the shadow.]

Hey, how about you do us all a favour and shut it?

[His gaze was just as sharp when he turned it to Sherlock.]

Right, mister lone wolf, you'll do fine on your own with him harassing you and you, well you know, chucking books at him. See, you've got this all taken care of, except you don't. Now, you can lock me in all the broom closets you want and make all the "dur hurr he's coming out of the closet" jokes, I don't care. I'm not leaving you alone to suffer. You know me better than that.

[He grinned.]

Just the other night I had this horrid dream that this big purple American t-rex was trying to convince me to go near the window so he could eat me. I woke up strangely terrified, how does that even constitute as a nightmare? Really, I don't think he can say anything more embarrassing than that.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock smirked. Parker was an idiot.]

Don't be melodramatic. I'm not suffering. And I don't need or want companionship.

Wrong.

[Scowl. God, that thing needs to shut up.]

I wasn't aware that this... thing was broadcasting to where others could hear. Now that I know there is something decidedly wrong going on, I need to work on fixing it. And I prefer to do that alone.