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Smart boys don't mess around

WHO: Herbert West, Sherlock Holmes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner
TONE: Playful, goofy
RATING: PG-13ish, for possible language
WHEN: The evening of November 27
WHERE: Ravenclaw 6th year boy's dorm
WHAT: Shenanigans!

Herbert really had a love-hate relationship with his roommates - he loved some of them and hated some others. Well, really he quite liked Bruce, thought Sherlock was interesting but occasionally insufferable, and hated Tony. It meant he preferred it when they weren't all together in the same room, because Bruce was always mooning after Tony, and Sherlock liked to show off, the more people there were around, and he just wanted to get some bloody homework done!

"I don't suppose anyone would like to possibly shut up," he asked the room at large disparagingly, "Since it's a bit late for me to go to the library and escape all your rubbish?"

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Sherlock gave the engine a cursory look. He didn't see any more green goo on it so he supposed it was fine. "Didn't think anyone would want to supply me with the stuff if by extension it meant I planned to cultivate bacteria under our beds."

Our beds because realistically he'd need to branch out to really cover all the tests he wanted to.

He went about pulling off his gooey clothes instead, finding some pajamas to dress into before sitting on the corner of Bruce's bed to sort goo from his bangs.

The smaller boy was still rubbing at his mouth - whatever Sherlock had made was annoying hard to get off, like oil or something, and tasted terrible. He had his glasses off since they'd been partially spattered, too, but he glared at Bruce as he opened the curtain, clearly in a snit.

"Go away, Banner," he muttered. "I think you've got a mate looking to spend the night all snuggled up to you. Maybe Sherlock can join you two, make it a regular bloody party."

Tony sulks as Bruce tries to dismiss him. However he doesn't move from the bed.

"You're acting like I don't wake up in your bed all the time."

He starts to get comfortable in the bed, when he can't help but bristle on hearing Herbert muttering. He didn't hear what was said so clearly as he heard the tone.

"Hey, he's just trying to give a damn about your feelings. Least you could do is not be an ass to him."

Luckily for Herbert, Bruce was rather used to his prickly behaviour after 6 years of sharing dorms, so he simply leaned over, examined the boy's face and specifically the green stuff that refused to come off, before slipping back out to go through his things to find one of the potions he'd brewed to get rid of tough stains (he'd had to come up with it fairly early on thanks to Tony's habit of covering him and his things in motor oil).

"Tony, everyone's usually an ass to me, I'm used to it," he commented with a roll of his eyes, smiling wryly as he poured some of the colourless, odourless liquid onto two towels, passing one to Sherlock. "That might get it off, I'm not sure but it won't hurt to try?"

He returned to Herbert's bed and offered the second towel to the smaller boy. "Try rubbing that gently, it might help get it off."

Sherlock perked up and took the towel. Yes, that would certainly be worth the try.

Not that he thanked him.

The smaller boy took the towel as well.

"It's in my mouth," he pointed out, as he certainly wasn't going to scrub his tongue with any cleaning fluid, but he did use it to wipe what was on his face off, adding a muttered, "Thank you."

Tony pulls a slight face then goes and gets himself more comfortable in Bruce's bed, having no interest in getting the slime out of his hair or help get it off the others.

"Tony if you get slime on my pillow I'm going to kill you," he called over his shoulder without turning around, hearing the rustling from his bed and assuming it's the other boy making himself right at home.

His expression turned concerned though at the mention of some of the fluid getting into Herbert's mouth. "Please tell me you didn't swallow any by accident?"

"It's not poisonous. At most it will cause deification of a semi-controlled nature." Sherlock offered Tony his towel once he was done with it.

"Of course I did," Herbert told Bruce, wrinkling his nose, "But if it's for culturing bacteria, it should be safe to-"

He cut off as Sherlock spoke over him, and then frowned, going on his hands and knees to peer around the curtain at the other boy. "Deification? It'll turn me into a deity? What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"I'm not on your pillow."

Tony looks at the offered towel and then shrugs at it. But gestures for Sherlock to bring him his own pillow.

"Or he means you'll be running to the bathroom. You know, you could be our first supermodel in Ravenclaw."

"You two are horrible," Bruce sighed, running a hand over his face. "Herbert, do you maybe want to go to the nurses just in case? We don't know what Sherlock put in that stuff..." Or what stages of decomposition it was in before it exploded.

Sherlock rolls his eyes before getting up and grabbing Tony's pillow. He's only doing so because he got slime on his everything and he makes that clear by throwing his pillow at him rather than handing it to him as he walks to sit on the corner of Bruce's bed again.

"I'm not going to the nurse's!" Herbert exclaimed, genuinely offended. Tony might have the kind of machismo that made him want to run around with bruises on his face, but the smaller boy had his own brand, and he did not go to the nurse short of something falling off. And even then, he'd try and fix it himself. "I know what to do if there are issues."

He smiled suddenly, such a rare expression for him outside of his anatomy books and experiments. "And I'll do it on Stark's bed."

"Hey, it's not a totally horrible idea. I'm sure Herbert would love to be the sexiest bulimic in Ravenclaw. Wouldn't you Thymert?"

Taking the pillow, Tony gives Sherlock a grin of thanks, shifting a little as he lets him get comfortable at the foot of the bed. quietly amused by his playing with Herbert's name.

Hearing vaguely what the other had said, Tony raises an eyebrow and looks at Sherlock.

"Did he say what I think he said?"

"That's taking 'marking territory' a bit far, don't you think?" he asked wryly, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious, if you start feeling peaky, let me know and I'll take you to the nurse. I've dragged Tony there several times, I'd hope you wouldn't be as childish as him about it."

Sherlock smirks. Well played, Bruce. Using the ones dislike of the other against him to try and illicit a more favorable response. Very well done indeed. He leans back on his elbows, watching with interest to see how this goes down.

It put Herbert in a bit of a quandary - he wanted to insist he wasn't being childish, but then that would imply that Stark wasn't, either, god forbid. And it might be nice to get out of the dorm room with Banner, but the other boy would probably fuss over him, which always made the smaller Ravenclaw uncomfortable and feel a little odd. In the end, he settled for scowling again.

"I'm not even ill, and I think I would recognize my symptoms if I was," he said, retreating to one corner of his bed and drawing his knees up. He wasn't quite sure what to do with Tony's comments, either - he was fairly sure the other boy was being sarcastic and making fun of his appearance, which was par for the course, but it still made him feel impotent and angry jut the same. "And don't compare me to Stark, I'm not like him at all. In any way."

Tony puts his feet up on Sherlock, getting himself more comfortable. Then grins at Herbert's denial.

"You know, other than being a guy in 6th year Ravenclaw with personality issues, and a strange superiority complex."

He then nudge's Sherlock with his foot.

"Sounds like me, don't you think?"

"Tony, shut up."

Bruce glanced at his bed and got a rather tired look on his face when he saw Sherlock and Tony were occupying it.

He didn't want to sleep there any more.

He turned back to Herbert and sighed, running a hand through his hair and giving the smaller boy a sheepish smile. "Would you mind if I kipped here tonight? That way I can keep an eye on you in case you start choking on your vomit or something through the night..." Then he added in a quiet voice so only Herbert could hear him, "Not to mention there's a growing colony of egomaniacs on my bed."

Sherlock poked at Tony’s feet. “Your acknowledgement of your faults is truly remarkable, Tony, seeing as you miss so many of the finer details.” He smirked at him all the same, teasing mostly.

Hearing Bruce he leaned over towards the younger, gesturing over to the other bed. “I believe the phrase is ‘your princess is in another castle’.”

Herbert had been about to retort angrily to Stark, enumerating all the ways in which they weren't alike, when Bruce asked to share his bed. He turned wide, startled dark eyes to the other boy and his hand came up to pluck at the front of his shirt in a nervous gesture, like he couldn't quite believe it. Then he beamed, looking all of twelve in that moment.

"If you feel like you should ... um, yes, all right. It's clean in here, too! I mean, I think the only bit of that gunk got in my mouth," he said, and made a dry 'ha' sound, what passed for a laugh with him.

Tony as up and stared at the curtains that kept Bruce and Herbert hidden from him and Sherlock, his eyes narrowing slightly. Looking very unimpressed. He almost feels the need to go over there and intrude, because, Bruce is his friend, just his friend. Until he realises what Sherlock says and get's momentarily distracted.

"Wait, what? How do you even know that quote? And I don't have a princess in any castle. I'm not a plumber or a knight."

He flops back on the bed almost grumpily getting comfortable again. Looking up at the roof to make a show of how much he doesn't care where Bruce or Herbert are of what they're doing.

Bruce chuckled and moved up the bed to settle next to Herbert. "Thanks, I owe you one."

He shifted to get under the covers, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. "You sure you're not feeling any side-effects from that mouthful?"

Sherlock smirks at Tony. "Muggle studies, remember? I'm very observant. And I deduce that you'll be sleeping alone tonight."

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