Seraphine Holmes' Journal of Strange Encounters at

221B Baker Street with her Brother Sherlock

I do NOT own Sherlock. Unfortunately for me.

Monday, January, 16th, 2012: Out front of 221 Baker street

-Bored!

-Hurry up Sherlock, I'm freezing to death. Mummy and Mycroft will kill you if they find out that you left your little sister outside to freeze to death.

-Don't make me pick the lock... Oh hello , I would like to see Sherlock please.

- I can hear Sherlock's violin. Violin concerto in D major, Op. 35, Pytor Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Very pretty. At least he's not screeching, That means Mycroft isn't around.

- talks too much about such trivial things, I'm so bored, maybe I'll just run up the stairs and knock on 221b myself.

-Hurry up and answer the dang door Sherlock! I know he's lazy, but come on he can't be as bad as Mycroft(Sherlock would hate this... Muhaha.) Maybe his doctor friend will answer the door, instead.

- So that's Watson. He was a war doctor, but he has seen some action before meeting my brother. Afghanistan or Iraq?

- He looks surprised. Now he looks amused. He has a girlfriend, his limp is psychosomatic. He's a little easy to read, not as easy as some, a least Sherlock is teaching him something.

-Oh look Sherlock got rid of that skull he used to keep.

-Sherlock you lazy idiot, stop playing your violin.

- No I know that look. There's a case to solve. Please no, I just got here... No I can't help it, I need to... ugh, he's found my weakness. Let's go my crazy high-functioning sociopath brother.