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“Hey, rehab is not falling apart, it’s admitting that you have a problem!”

A/N: Okay so here is the deal, I never in my life have written such an AU before. Sure I read them before but never written one myself and I am not really satisfied with the outcome :/ Apologize to the anon who requested it if it doesn’t meet their expectations >_< Like always a big hug to @true-queen-of-mischief for being my beta reader

Requests are open Fandomlist Masterlist of 2017 Masterlist of January 2018 GIF IS NOT MINE! Word Count: 2.068 (longer than it intended it to be) ________________________________________________________________

“Please, (Y/N), you are the smartest witch I know.” John Watson, your friend from Gryffindor, pleaded with puppy dog eyes. With a sigh you turned to face your friend. “Alright, I’ll do it, but just this once and only the introduction.” you pointed a finger at him and he nodded with a big smile. “Thank you, (Y/N).” he hugged you tightly, as you heard footsteps behind you. A cough made you both separate and turn to the person responsible. It was Sherlock Holmes: a Slytherin and John’s best friend. Still, you asked yourself how these two get along so well. While you and Sherlock had some problems with each other. He would always pick on you, telling you how stupid a witch you were and that you weren’t made for Ravenclaw. His words hurt at first but you just accepted that he was probably  jealous because he wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw himself. “John, we are late for class.” He only stated not giving you a second glance as he grabbed his best friend by the shoulder and dragged him down the corridors. With an apologetic smile John faced you and mouthed a little ‘Sorry’. Since you had no classes until afternoon you went to the library to begin with John’s essay. On the way to the library your mind wandered back to the dark haired Slytherin. After the Christmas break you noticed how good looking he was behind his cold and mean façade he put on.

at least one brain cell

respect for the talking conch

willingness to use their extremely useful powers

a brain-to-mouth filter

a modicum of emotional intelligence

a corporeal body

Luther: Luther takes way too long to kill anybody, saying that he’s trying to make them trust him and it’s some 500 IQ play. With the exception of Diego, if you are in a room with him he will likely not kill you. If tasks are 75% done and there’s only two dead bodies then it’s Luther. 

Diego: This bitch LOVES killing. You turn your back then BOOM knife in the back. Gets way too argumentative though when people suspect him and if he’s yelling at you then vote his ass out. 

Allison: Does pile kills and always has a solid alibi, one that’s a bit too solid. Absolutely amazing at using the vents and dodges cameras like a pro. She gets frustrated as a crewmate though, so anytime she seems content then vote her out because she is an IMPOSTOR. 

Klaus: Self reports, forgets about cameras and points fingers at everyone. Tricky thing though is that Klaus also does the third thing when he is a crewmate, so without the first two you really gotta be careful. Saves Diego and Ben for last out of respect. If those two are surviving then get this motherfuckers ASS. 

Five: If things seem to be going too well it’s Five. If Five is the last person on your list you’d suspect then it’s Five. If Five said something totally unrelated that leads to people arguing over who’s sus without him in the mix then it’s Five.

Ben: ALWAYS sabotages the lights. Always. He will camp out in vents waiting for the Perfect Time. He will get Klaus to play third impostor without him even knowing it and will use the dead card. Ben Will Play Dirty. 

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