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“If magic was real and I was accepted to Hogwarts, which I have no doubt that I would have been, I’ve deduced that I would be in Ravenclaw.”
Doctor Molly Holmes glanced up from her computer and turned to stare at Sherlock Holmes. He was sitting in his usual chair, clad in his pajamas, and he was holding Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. He held eye contact with Molly for a few seconds, before he offered a small smile and then returned his attention to the book. Molly couldn’t help but smile as she picked up her phone.
He’s just gotten to the sorting hat part of Philosopher’s Stone. I think he’s going to finish the book. He hasn’t put it down yet.—Molly
It was hardly a minute later before she got a text message back. He’s seen Star Wars. I don’t understand how he missed all of Harry Potter! And I’m glad I could get him hooked on something other than crap telly.—JW
“When you finish all of them,” Molly began, getting up from her seat and standing over Sherlock’s shoulder. He turned and looked at her. “I’ll have to show you something.” She kissed the top of his head and then returned to the table to conduct her last read through of an article she was submitting to The American Journal of Forensic Medicine and Pathology.
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“Are you telling me that it sorts me into a house, based on this questionnaire, and then it takes me through the books? This is bloody brilliant! Why didn’t I know about this?”
“Molly informed me of this website after I finished Deathly Hallows. John, you must join.”
Mary Watson couldn’t contain her giggles so she excused herself from the living room and sat in the kitchen, her phone clutched in her hands. She had to wipe tears from her eyes before she was able to text Molly.
You told Sherlock about Pottermore?