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Dr. John Watson (hisbestman) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-23 21:15:00

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hermione watson, john watson

Who: John Watson and Hermione Granger.
What: Tea.
Where: A café in Colligo.
When: Evening.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Incomplete.

John supposed it might be best for him to text Sherlock, to be sure the detective knew that he was out. But, to be fair, he had told him...he'd just done so while the man was preoccupied with some bit of experimentation or another. And yes, maybe that had been at least somewhat intentional, but he didn't want Sherlock mucking this up. Not that there was anything to muck up. It was just tea. Tea with a perfectly nice young woman who happened to be fictional. Or had books about her anyway. After all, there were apparently books about himself and Sherlock, and they were hardly fictional.

He reached the place Hermione had mentioned, entering and spotting the brunette one of the tables. Walking over, he smiled. "Hello, Hermione," he said. "I'm John. It's a pleasure to meet you in person." And it was. He'd always been fond of the character of Hermione in the books, clever and never quite fitting in. And she was prettier than he'd imagined or her picture on the network had implied, though it was hardly a conventional sort of prettiness. He had to bite his tongue not to comment that she didn't look at all like Emma Watson, which was a good thing as her eyebrows had always rather unsettled him. But that wasn't the point at all. After all, he was hardly trying to pull Hermione Granger. That would be a bit odd. Besides, he was reasonably certain a genius witch was a bit out of his league. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

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hisbestman
2010-09-02 10:29 pm UTC (link)

"Well, that's certainly a relief," John said with a smile. Looming just wasn't a field in which he aspired toward greatness. "You don't seem at all like the looming sort either, if you were wondering." Which she probably wasn't, and now he felt like an idiot for saying it.

"Well, there's seven of them," John said, "The Philosopher's Stone, The Chamber of Secrets, The Prisoner of Azkaban, The Goblet of Fire, The Order of the Phoenix, The Half-Blood Prince, and The Deathly Hallows. But really, you can just go in any bookshop and ask for the Harry Potter books. Someone will point you right to them." He shrugged. "I really ought to check out more of the ones about Sherlock and myself. I read one and beyond the characterisations, there's a lot that's just wrong."

John returned her grin and nodded. "Quite right," he said. "How do you take yours? Or shall we simply drink it plain to see how it stands up on its own?" He rather hoped the place could make a decent cuppa, but he had his doubts. These were Americans, after all.

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the_cleverest
2010-09-04 12:16 am UTC (link)

Hermione tried not to laugh, because he seemed earnest enough. And a bit goofy. But she certainly didn't mind that. "I wasn't, but thank you."

The list of titles was eerily familiar even if she'd never heard them before. Bits and pieces of their lives put down and sold to Muggles as stories for entertainment? Very odd. "Oh, so they're the Harry Potter books? That makes a bit more sense than books about Hermione Granger. He was the Boy Who Lived, after all." She shrugged slightly. Being best friends with Harry Potter was a strange affair and they'd certainly all gotten enough publicity for it. "I may look at them, though." All knowledge was worth having, wasn't it?

"I'd say plain to start but have milk and sugar to hand. If that's what suits you. I take mine just with milk, personally." Hermione stood up and turned towards the counter. "Is there anything else you'd like with your tea? I suspect the scones will not be up to snuff."

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hisbestman
2010-09-04 12:35 am UTC (link)

"Ah..." Right. Maybe he should just stop talking entirely. It really might be best. He was making an idiot of himself. "I'm sorry. I'm something of a disaster in situations like this. Give me a myocardial infarction and I'm fine. Give me a pretty girl to talk to and...well...you see what happens." He stopped. "Not that you're...I mean...you are very pretty. But that's not what this is about. It's about tea."

Dear lord, please let the floor swallow him up. And oh thank god, something else to focus on. "Yes," he said. "They're books about Harry Potter, though I think the Hermione Granger series might have been more interesting, if you want my opinion." Which she probably didn't. "They're an interesting read, but I think the author could have done to not make everything from Harry's perspective. It detracted a bit from some of the background characters...er...people, I guess it would be. Blimey, this is weird."

"That sounds like an excellent plan," he said, "though I suppose it depends on the type of tea they have. Some of them really are better suited to lemon than milk." Finally, a topic where he wasn't making an idiot of himself. "And I think I'll pass on the scones. Wouldn't want to chance it until we're sure the tea is at least passable."

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the_cleverest
2010-09-04 04:09 am UTC (link)

Hermione blushed. She wasn't used to flattery - Ron was terrible at compliments, and the only ones she'd gotten before that were from Viktor Krum, and being complimented by a world-famous Quidditch star was a bit overwhelming. But this was a perfectly nice and normal gentleman who was telling her she was very pretty, and that was very nice.

"Oh, I'm not that interesting," she said, shrugging and trying not to blush further. "Read a lot of books, order everybody around, but I'm not really a heroine type, am I?" The rest of what he said made sense even if he was talking about her friends and enemies as characters. "And we're all biased, I suppose." Another smile flashed across her face. "No weirder than talking to Doctor Watson is for me, hm?"

Hermione nodded and headed up to the counter, placing their order before heading back to the table. "They said they'll be over in a moment with it, and I take it as a good sign that they didn't just chuck a couple of teabags and some paper cups with warm water at me."

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