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WHO: Tony, and YOU
TONE: Confused and adventuours
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 1st through 3rd
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Tony's woken up 5 years old, in a place he's never been before.
NOTE: Tony is going to be all over the place, so let me know where you've come across him.

Waking up. Tony finds himself in bed with somebody else. Sitting up Tony looks around the room then he stares at the older boy for a second before patting his face.

"Hey? Hey?"

What he doesn't know, is that the boy he's patting is Bruce.

After a while he finds himself away from Bruce and is exploring Hogwarts, looking to see what kind of place this is and what he can get up to.

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"Wow. You are such a baby."

He takes the small brick tosses it at Sherlock's face without even trying to make it into a snowball.

"I really need to teach you how to play."

Sherlock sputters and shakes the snow from his face, getting a bit of distance between himself and Tony before putting his fists up in a fighting stance. That's what most people who aren't family mean when it's time to 'teach him' something. Well, have a go. He'll black your eye right back.

Cocking his head to the side, Tony raises a big eyebrow and looks confused.

"What are you doing?"

He's never needed to know how to fight before and hasn't really been interested in watching shows with fighting in them. So he really has no idea what's going on right now.

“I’m-“ Sherlock stopped short of explaining that it was self-defense. It was obvious, wasn’t it? “You don’t want to beat me up?”

Tony keeps his head cocked and eyebrow raised.

"Uh, no? I was trying to start a snow ball fight. Why would I beat you up?"

Tony might be all about an offensive defence, when his charms stop working. He's never been someone to beat up another kid because he doesn't know how to play in the snow properly.

Sherlock lowers his hands. "Snowball fight? Snow makes for a very ineffective weapon. It disintegrates on impact with little to no pain."

With great exaggeration, Tony rolls his eyes and sighs.

"That's the poooint. Because all you can really get is wet and cold. Unless some idiot through a slush ball, or put s a rock in it. And no one ever really wants to play with those kids"

He scoops up more snow and actually makes a proper snow ball.

"Dodge it or it hits you!"

He throws it at him.

Not being the most graceful of children, it hits him. It's just snow though. Nothing to really need to dodge. He assimilates what is going on and kneels down, making a ball as Tony had done before carefully tossing it at him to be sure this is what was expected.

With it so carefully tossed at him. Tony just bats it out of the air with a highly amused 'HA!' as he does.

"You're not meant to give me a chance to save myself, dummy."

Tony stands up and makes another ball the lobs it as Sherlock then runs a short distances before making another one and lobbing it at him again.

"Come and snow fight me!"

Sherlock doesn't require anything more in the way of explination. He makes a better sized ball and chases after Tony to get a better distance to lob it at him.

Tony gives a short laugh kicking up snow as he tries to keep distance between him and Sherlock while he catapults another ball at him, only just dodging the one lobbed at him.

Sherlock considers diving for cover but he'd only get more wet than from the snowball so he turns so it pelts his back then uses his momentum to spin around and fire a new one at Tony.

This one hits him before he gets a chance to get away, his reaction was just to point out that it was cold then try and throw two at once.

Sherlock can't dodge two at once and just puts his arms up to guard against it. He squats and just tries to throw handfuls of snow.

Tony smirks and just kicks snow at Sherlock, but it doesn't even reach Sherlock at all. But it doesn't stop Tony from trying.

Sherlock stops after a minute and looks at his hands. "I want to go inside now."

Tilting his head, Tony stares him curiously.

"What. Why?"

"Cold." Obvious. "Aren't you cold?"

"Well, yeah. Of course. But that's the point. Right? To have fun and get cold. And then you're parents call you in and you get in dry clothes and drink cocoa"

Not that Tony has ever experienced this. But like hell he isn't going to semi pretend.

"That's the servant's job. Ours aren't here. Time to go in."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Fine, some adult figure, paid or otherwise, calls you in. What if I don't want to go in yet?"

Tony rocks back and forth on his feet.

"Then I'm leaving you here to die." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and started off towards the inside.

"Die? I'm not trapped here, I'm not going to die. It's not even cold enough for that."

He watches Sherlock start to leave, and immediately doesn't like it.

"Lets go find the kitchens. I'm hungry, and if you think it's so cold then it'll be warm there."

Sherlock considers that and nods. "Alright. Where do you think they keep the kitchens?"

"Well, it's a castle. So it's probably in a basement, near a big hall for feasts. I know there's a big hall, I walk passed it earlier. But I don't know if it's the big hall. We can find out though."

He was of course, basing all this on the few movies that he's seen and one documentary. None the less he starts heading in the same direction as Sherlock, to head out of the snow and towards the great hall.