Baker School, London.

Chapter 1, Beginning.

Mycroft Holmes straightened his tie and pushed the double doors open dramatically. He walked through the school's corridor as it filled with posh, mature looking teenagers. Even though there wasn't that much of an age gap, Mycroft felt far superior.

This year at Baker school, London, was going to be much different for Mycroft. He had done extremely well in his tests the previous year and using his powers of persuasion, he had convinced his teachers to let him show round some of the new kids. Mycroft was known for having unbelievable powers of persuasion and generally got his own way by making people think that something is a great idea.

This year would also be much different for Mycroft because his younger brother Sherlock was starting at Baker school. Sherlock was a very intelligent boy, he always had been. So clever in fact he had been moved to the year above at school, but he was always just that little bit eccentric. He was overly keen on doing experiments anywhere or on anyone. And he was well known for his general lack of manners. He came from a good family; the Holmes' were always throwing parties and socializing. But Sherlock never wanted to see or speak to anyone, Mycroft occasionally the exception. He was the black sheep of the family.

Mycroft continued along the corridor and finally came to a large assembly hall. There were only two people inside. Anthea and Mr Moffat. Anthea was in Mycroft's year and was always on her phone. She and Mycroft were, sort of friends. They enjoyed each other's company from time to time but mainly didn't talk. Anthea acted almost as Mycroft's PA, ever since Mycroft had managed to convince a teacher to let Anthea have her own room.

The other person in the room, Mr Moffat, was Mycroft and Anthea's guidance teacher. He was the man Mycroft had persuaded to let him show the new kids round.

"Do you both know exactly what you're doing?" Blurted out Mr Moffat.

Anthea nodded and Mycroft answered. "Yes sir, we've been over this plenty of times. We are perfectly capable of looking after a small group of first years!" "Okay, okay! I know you both are. I'm just concerned that's all. This hasn't been done before at this school." Said Mr Moffat. "It will be fine. Trust us." Replied Mycroft.

"I do trust you both. But this isn't why I asked you to come here. Mycroft, due to an odd number of pupils this year, we have had to put you in a room with one of the first years." "But sir! Can't I just have a room to myself?" Pleaded Mycroft. "You know very well first years have to share a room. Anyway, we have put you in a room with a Mr Gregory Lestrade. He's nice. And he's a year older than everyone else so there's not so much of an age gap." Mycroft grimaced. "Fine, if I must, okay." And with that, Mycroft Holmes walked out of the assembly hall.