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[Pink nosed, but ultimately triumphant looking, Sherlock thumbs on his feed and stares into the camera.]

I see what you all meant about the animus. How very peculiar.

[The violin is under his chin. After a second, his bow saws a squeaky sound- terrible instrument, but he'll look for better. It sounds like a dying cat.]

[Private to Snape: Unhackable]

I have your book to bring back, and I have questions.

[Private to Watson: Unhackable]

Things are getting dangerous. Perhaps don't tell anyone you know me for the next little while?

[Private to Tom and Watson: Unhackable]

So. How many muggles have you killed, Tom? Am I next on the list?

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[He shrugs, nonplussed.]

It's also historical record. Everything that transpires within the school is written down.

Someone opened the Chamber of Secrets during my sixth year at Hogwarts School and unleashed a monster that killed a Muggle-born Ravenclaw in the girls' bathroom. I caught who did it. I doubt anyone would bother going into the trophy room, but you can always check a book.

I won't ask you about it again, I promise.

[He's just going to ask everyone else.]

[His eyes narrow slightly, because he knows what that means. Fine. Play your games and ask your questions. It matters nothing to Tom. He will only be one step closer to figuring out who in the hell is telling everyone.]

Suit yourself. But, just so you know, should I have a hit list... [You can almost taste the annoyance in his tone at the two words.] You wouldn't be on it.

[Killing you would have him miss out on fun. Well. As close to fun as Tom has. More like a morbid fascination, really.]

I find many people far more annoying and aggravating.

What, a simple muggle like me?

[Is that a little bit of spite? Sherlock checks himself. Yes, he does feel faintly scorned. And disappointed in him, in some strange way. It's such a petty little prejudice to have.]

Hardly simple.

[Why yes, that is a compliment.]

If you were simple, I wouldn't have bothered speaking to you in the first place.

Whether or not you're a Muggle is of no concern to me.

That's a kind thing to say, Tom.

It was the truth.

[Tom Marvolo Riddle's largest adversary in Adstringendum is a Muggle.

He supposes he could find the irony somewhere.]

Who is the Malfoy boy?

[His tone reads 'brat.']

You just accused me of murder and you expect me to give you information?

[He sounds more incredulous than actually offended.]

Don't pretend to be offended.

I'm hardly pretending, you accused me of murder.

But seeing as you've been so kind.

[Tom reclines in his armchair.]

The Malfoys are a very old and wealthy pureblooded wizarding family. They have been sorted into Slytherin for centuries. Their members possess high positions in government. Draco is from fifty years ahead of my time, so I don't know who he truly is or who his parents is. That's all I can really tell you.

The kind of rich, noble idiot you like wrapped around your finger.

[He brushes off the apparent affront- it's hardly the first time, or the worst accusation he's ever lobbed at anyone.]

[His eyes are cold and dark.]

He poses no threat to anyone in this city. He may be a prejudiced idiot, but he is also something of a coward.

[And an utter minion.]

He won't hurt anything so long as you avoid antagonizing him.

-ah. Perhaps I need a favour?

[Draco may be fairly... antagonized.]

[He figured he had said something. Part of Tom wants to roll his eyes; the other part of Tom wants to say 'job well done'.

Fortunately, Tom is both reserved and egotistical, so he does neither.]

What did you say to him?

Mm. Uncomplimentary things about his lineage, intelligence, and ability to do anything to me.

Well, I can't imagine why he would find himself insulted.

A little bit oversensitive, really.

[One of his grins.]

The Malfoys take their position very seriously.

[Tom shrugs.]

You can smooth it over. You're a genius.

It hardly takes a genius to sooth the injured ego of an aristocrat.

[It only takes a sense of manipulation.]

He called me-

[Really grinning now.]

-a muggle herosuper.

[...ugh.]

You do see why I dislike ninety-five percent of the people I go to school with.

[Lie: 100%, really.]

It was sweet, really.

All the same.

I don't know what skill level he possesses or what he's capable of, but he won't kill you.

[Tom will make certain of that. Holmes is his toy to play with, after all. But this makes his upcoming meeting with Malfoy all the more important -- he must see what this boy can do.]

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