Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HPIt's almost shamefully easy to get into the Hufflepuff common room then into Carl's former dorm. No one questions their presence or even seems to notice as a bespectacled, loping and unrecognizable Sherlock, cloaked John and a decidedly jumpy Greg head towards one of the many round doors which lead to the dormitories. The fact that they pass several students and no one pays them any heed is of no surprise to Sherlock. Everyone is understandably quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Some people are by themselves staring into space, some huddled in little groups, offering comfort.More Like This
They pass quickly down the warren like corridor which leads to Carl's shared dorm. Fortunately the room is empty for the time being.
"If you'd told me what you were looking for," Greg is saying, "then I could have just got it for you." His arms are crossed over his chest and he's leaning against the four poster bed opposite from Carl's.
"Well yes, that's all very well and good, but I don't know what I'm
Incant and Deduct Part 5 SH HPIt occurs to Sherlock while hurtling down the corridor, that he and John didn't even have to exchange a look before they started sprinting in the direction of the screaming. That probably meant something; either that they were completely in tune with each other or equally barmy enough to run towards potential danger.More Like This
They found the source of the scream on one of the main corridors; surprisingly it was Rachel Howells, the vindictive little idiot who'd nearly killed John last year. Unsurprisingly she was overacting, Sherlock could see it as he and John round the corner and jog towards the small group that was slowly forming around her.
The scream was in response to a message, daubed on the wall, in what looks suspiciously like blood. Much too suspiciously like blood. Sherlock is itching to get a sample of the stuff.
"Oh god..." John whispers under his breath as he reads the message. Sherlock can't help reflecting the sentiment in his own mind. Not because he thought for one mo
Incant and Deduct 7A moment of rather baited silence hangs in the air after that particular revelation.More Like This
"James. That is impossible." the headmaster states in a voice that is both soothing and balks no argument.
"It is! He said he was James and I should call him Jim and that he'd help me." Boscombe's glasses have practically fogged up as he looks at the headmaster beseechingly
"I assure you, James there is no boy at this school called James Moriarty." the headmaster says.
Sherlock's head whips round to the headmaster as Boscombe gasps. The old man's expression betrays nothing, but the skin around his eyes is tight, as if he is pained by something.
Surprisingly, it is Greg Lestrade who pipes up first. "But he could have been using a fake name, maybe? What did he look like, James? Had you seen him before?"
Sherlock is mutedly impressed by the older boy's ability to ask vaguely useful questions.
Boscombe shakes his head. "No...I don't think I'd seen him before. I only saw him a few times but he w
Party to MurderI need a cuddle buddy if this cold weather is going to continue. Also I will need lots of tea. Earl Grey tea.More Like This
SHERLOCK SHALL JOIN YOU! Except that I'm not entirely sure where you live... XD That Earl Grey should do nicely for you, though.
I can have you and John over sometime. -Lestrade.
Sounds great! -SH
You sound excited. Should I be worried?- JW
Mm, depends on what's in the tea... -SH
I've been wanting to have you two over for quite some time, it'll be fun.-GL
Greg, your definition of fun vastly differs from HIS definition of fun. _JW
Sadly, you do have a point -SH
The gun stays at home.- JW
You are telling me that even your consulting detective wouldn't like a nice quiet evening playing chess? He could bring his violin if he likes.
Oh that might cheer him up. I do have to warn you though he will choose to play whatever he likes. No matter how annoying. But it should keep him from shooting anything.-JW
Maybe I'll invite Anderson... that might keep him oc