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Sherlock had, of course, been sorted into Ravenclaw. His brother had gone into Slytherin. That being the case, he wondered why Mycroft had wanted to go to the Gryffindor v. Hufflepuff game until, while waiting for his brother, he saw a boy in red and gold robes approach. It looked very Romeo and Juliet, the houses that hated each other the most, and here were these two, blatantly consorting. Sherlock turned on his heels and found a seat. The stands were soon filled by screaming fans; Sherlock was mostly surrounded by girls who were squealing over someone named Watson who seemed to be a Hufflepuff. He turned to the first year Gryffindor next to him. "Who is Watson?" Sherlock asked. She looked shocked and offended.

"He's the Hufflepuff beater!" She huffed before returning to her high pitched screaming for the team playing against her house. Sherlock, who had never felt the need to learn anything about quidditch, did not know which one was the beater so he just shrugged and turned his attention elsewhere. Mycroft finally joined him, looking sufficiently smug, and quite kissed.

"Had fun?" Sherlock quipped.

"Actually, yes I did little brother. You should try it sometime." He replied in a chipper voice. They watched the game, neither knowing what was happening. It was their third and fourth years and this was the first match they'd gone to watch. When it was finally over, all of the girls from the stands were craning their necks to see into the Hufflepuff tent. Mycroft led his brother over to the Gryffindor tent and they waited outside it until the last player stepped out.

"Mycroft! You didn't have to wait for me." The boy blushed.

"I wanted you to meet my little brother." Mycroft motioned at Sherlock.

"Oh! Hullo there!" The boy said with a pleasant smile. "I'm Greg." He looked at Sherlock, his smile faltering at Sherlock's icy glare. "Wish I coulda won for you." He said to Mycroft when it appeared Sherlock was not going to respond.

"Well he didn't actually know what was happening anyway so it didn't matter." Sherlock snapped.

"Remind me later to help me improve your tact." Mycroft hissed.

"Oh! Well I'll have to teach you." Greg said, his smile returning as he looked at Mycroft.

"I'll meet you in the library?" Mycroft asked.

"Yes." Greg nodded. "I'll want a shower first." He laughed before saying goodbye and hurrying off.

"He has the brain of a goldfish." Sherlock said.

"Maybe I like goldfish." Mycroft snapped before walking off.