SHERLOCK'S P.O.V.

I sat at the Ravenclaw table, absentmindedly staring at my food, not very hungry, as I never really am. I was, of course, waiting for Watson, and, maybe even Micra. How did this strange Granger girl know one of my darkest secrets? I thought about it, but I, surprisingly, didn't come to a conclusion.

"Ah, Holmes, there you are!" spoke a voice I recognized as Watson. "I've been looking all over for you! Mary told me three mysterious 3rd years are out and about, am I correct?"

"Well, Watson, these three are hard to deduce" I said, lost in thought. "How could the girl know my biggest secret?"

"I don't know, Holmes, she probably read on it, wait, you are talking about the night with Ad-?"

"Shush, Watson!" I said, pressing my forefinger onto my lips. "I am certainly not talking about that! I'm talking about my Slytherin experiment!"

"Oh, nevermind then" said Watson, seeming slightly embarrassed.

Finally, Micra walked in. Though she was a minion of Irene, which was my idea of her to be, she was one of my colleagues, acquaintance if you would believe.

"More news, Holmes?" she said. "You're just the Ravenclaw newspaper." She sat down.

Yes, everyone called me that, but they never complained.

"Did you hear about the three new Gryffindor 3rd years?" I said.

"Of course I did, Mary is a blabber mouth," said Micra.

"Well, the girl of the three knows my biggest secret," I said.

"You mean the night with Ad-?" she said

"NO! Why do you two just assume it's that?" I said.

"Because, one, you call your "Biggest secret" that night, while you call your "Darkest secret" your Slytherin experiment." she said.

"And, two, we like to mess with you , Holmes, you know that perfectly well," said Watson.

"I should know that by now, shouldn't I?" I said.

"Yes, yes you should," said both Micra and Watson in unison.