Shadow Event Log

[shnpc]

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]

There's nothing he could say that I haven't heard before.

[The shadow smiled.]

But there is plenty I could tell you that you haven't.

[arrogantalloy]

There nothing either of you could say that could surprise me about Sherlock, either.

[Shrugs]

Look, I don't know about you but other than being an anal pain in the ass, you're still a friend.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock arched his left brow. Friend?... huh... Still, that was a rather redundant wording...]

That almost makes it worse, doesn't it, Sherlock? That he wouldn't be surprised? You don't actually fool anyone. You being special needs is obvious to the intelligent lads of Ravenclaw. All that worry and you've been outed by the very disorder you try to hide.

[Twitch and glare.]

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks a little confused]

Special needs? Disorder. I don't really think OCD is something to worry about. Hell, even I'm kind of like that. Probably more than kind of.

[3potionproblem]

[The shadow sighed.]

Leave it.

OCD is a co-existing condition. Fair to say plenty of you Ravenclaws have it judging by the state of your dorms. No, Tony, he's autistic; he has Aspergers. Bit more involved than just arranging socks by their prominent colors or arranging your school supplies just so.

[arrogantalloy]

[Can't help but snerk at this.]

Wow, you really can't not explain things can you? You didn't even listen to yourself. You really are something, Poirot.

[Yeah, marvel at how much Tony doesn't seem to care about his disorder.]

I mean sure, it does something to my own ego that the only person I know that matches my level of intelligence is autistic. But what's the point of hiding it?

[3potionproblem]

What's the point?

[Sherlock was angry. Not at Tony but there wasn't much he could do about being angry at his own shadow.]

With an ego the size of yours I shouldn't be surprised you can't fathom why it's not something to advertised. You get poor marks and you get scolded. I get poor marks and my teachers do for perhaps not being considerate enough to circumstances. It's a stigma without which I am much better off.

Tetchy.

[arrogantalloy]

I get poor marks? That's hardly the point.

Teachers aside, the last time I was scolded, I was seven, because I was in my dads office looking at something. Since there, scoldings have about as much meaning to me as tea leaves in the bottom of a cup.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock chuckled. God, Tony was dense... but not really. So it was an act. To make Sherlock feel better. Because Tony was always putting on a show in one fashion or another.]

You know what those tea leaves generally mean, anyway?

[arrogantalloy]

They mean what ever someone wants them to mean. You might see the grim. I might see a three legged table. Divination is for actual seers.

Look lets be honest. I have no idea what it's like, for you. Never will. Doesn't mean that I plan on treating you like crystal just because you're evil twin here outed you to me.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock nodded.]

You treat crystal like a quaffle, anyway.

Actually, though, when you get down to the leaves at the bottom of your cup, the answer is universally the same. I means you're done with your tea.

[He smirks.]

Stupid 'seers' really should invest in a better tea strainer while on the subject. I mean, really. This may be Scotland but that's no excuse for a sloppy cup of tea.

[arrogantalloy]

All the more reason why I shouldn't be

[Tony chuckles at his comments.]

It's moments like this I can't get over how 'British' you are. Sloppy cup of tea. No, it's great.

[3potionproblem]

So sorry we don't all sit around drinking fizzy pop all day. Surely you've had a proper tea at some point in your life.

[He doesn't notice that the shadow is more or less just hanging back, not bothered with bothering them. Making a point, really. Less said to point out what it is, the better.]

[arrogantalloy]

Coffee. I spend most of my time worshipping java. But hey, Coke is always enjoyable.

I was at Lalonde's tea party. I've had tea.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock's brow raises quite high at the mention of coke but.. oh.. Oh, soda pop. Well...]

Well, at least you have some experience in real culture.

[arrogantalloy]

[He snerks]

It happens occasionally.

So, what's the plan with your buddy?

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock shrugs.]

Very few other people can see or hear him. That must is a blessing. There's no telling how many people he could potentially try and aggravate things with, though. I'll find Professor Donoghue and see if he knows anything.

[arrogantalloy]

Well if anyone would know it'd be him or Coulson.

Want company? Or do you think you can ignore him on your own?

[3potionproblem]

It's better on my own, honestly. Then it only has an audience of one.

[And despite Tony being awesome, he really didn't need to test just how much more the phantom could share.]

[arrogantalloy]

You sure?

[He raises an eyebrow, still not sure that he should actually be left alone.]

If you're worried about keeping me from anything I was just planing on lying on Bruce and read, till he kicked me out of his bed.

[3potionproblem]

I think your attempts at romance are a far better use of your time than following me in my inquiries.

[arrogantalloy]

Attempts at romance? Wait. What?

[Tony shifted slightly, feeling almost defensive, not wanting to think about why he's feeling that way.]

[3potionproblem]

Oh, please, don't insult my intelligence. I'm naive; I'm not stupid.

[arrogantalloy]

Believe me, if I'm going to insult you in someway, I'm not going to target intelligence.

I'm not doing anything like that to Bruce.

[3potionproblem]

No, you're planning to engage in needless physical contact just for the sake of being a nuisance.