So... started this on Tumblr. Gonna continue it and finish it here. Should be done by either tonight or tomorrow. So. Have fun with it. just... kind of came to me. I realize i haven't updated in a while, so here. Have this as a peace offering for my suckiness.
MYSTRADE!
Current Song: Another Bring In The Wall, by Pink Floyd.
Current Thought:My dad used to play this song in his truck all the time when I was little. Nice to know I have good memories of him. Ha. Thought that was impossible. Nice to know it's not...
Another Brick In The Wall: Part One
Greg was a junior. And really, he should have been used to all the teasing by now, he should have. But he wasn't, not really. It still stung and surprised him when someone threw a rude remark over their shoulder and it was aimed at him, when someone shoved him into something and laughed, when they threw things at him.
And really, all because he was a bit different?
Greg had come from the poorer side of town, was in the Prep school on scholarship. He was bright was what he was, brilliant he'd been told. But about practical things, like literature and maths and he was jolly good at football. He'd made the team when he came and they only tolerated him because he was thatgood.
Embarrassingly enough, Greg was also going grey at this young age. All the stress from school and living in the dormitories with people who really didn't like him at literally stripped his chestnut-brown hair of it's color. The girls called him Silver Fox, and not in a good way, and the boys just called him Old Man without being friendly.
It was hell.
He didn't know if he could make it as it was his junior year, and it had just begun. It was only day one and they were already throwing curses at him. And to top it all off, the junior class was full already for dorms so he would have to be bunking with a senior and that, well, that was just going to end him, wasn't it?
The part of the building, called the Baker House, that he was in was the oldest part, back when it was first built during World War II. It was beautiful, the building far off from the normal dormitory campus, secluded and in a wooded area. Great. More secluded so that if his roommate decided he wanted to kill Greg, he would have an easier time of it. He could just feel the silver hair taking over the rest of his hair color now.
The room he was sharing was spacious, more so than his room last year on the normal dorm campus. It felt more like a room at home than a cell in a school and that, that was something he was grateful for. Greg threw his suitcase onto the bed that was bare of sheets, the other made up with grey bedding that seemed to be made from silk over here. He wouldn't go touch it though; it just made him more frightened that his roommate was some stuck-up snobby rich boy who would skin him for it.
He unpacked his things, put his clothes and extra uniforms away and then made up his bed with the sheets his parents had splurged to get for him. They were cotton and soft and a muted brown color with a forest green comforter. It was homey and made him a bit more comfortable.
Baker House was relatively smaller than the other dorm buildings Greg had lived in in the past two years. It held about twenty students, ten bedrooms in all, five bathrooms, three shower rooms that had to be added in, and two recreational rooms with Wifi and a HiDef television set. There was a library in what used to be the attic and in the basement there was sports equipment and lockers to store the things you really only used once or twice during the year, as well as a small stage. Greg didn't know its use.
There was no need for a pool or any sports fields nearby the Baker House. There was a lake that took only five minutes to walk to and plenty of free space to kick a ball around for when he had to practice for football. It really was wonderful.
And it would be ruined, he knew, when everyone assigned Baker House saw him and knew who he was. His silver hair was what gave him away every single time he tried to make a friend. It was junior year. He didn't even see the point to try now, anyhow.
There was a creak behind Greg as he straightened out from smoothing down his comforter and he whirled around in surprise. Standing at the door to the room was a tall boy, only a year or two older than him, with rust colored hair that fell into his eyes a bit in a curly-que. When he met Greg's eyes, they were a steel grey color and absolutely wonderful to look at. He was tall, as said before, but slightly rounder in the middle, though that was alright, his height hide it well. And he was staring at Greg, probably at his hair and at his shabby outside-school clothes, since it was the first day and he didn't have to wear his uniform yet.
The boy gave him a quick once over and then said primly, "Gregory Lestrade, I take it?"
Greg tried to hide how his eyes bulged out of his head. How the hell...? And he had no idea who this other boy was. "Yeah...Who the hell are you?" He'd learned to go on the defensive right from the start. They would only turn on him in the end.
A line appeared between the boys eyebrows. "Mycroft Holmes," he said a bit affronted. He nodded to Greg as he walked in an got a book from one of the shelves. Greg kept his books in his suitcase. His last roommate had defaced them all and wrote expletives on all the pages. He didn't trust them out in the open anymore. Mycroft moved back to the door then stopped, turned around.
"There's a House meeting in ten minutes," he informed Greg, who only nodded tersely. After another second of staring at Greg, he then said, "And you can put them on the shelf. I promise I won't touch them."
He left then, leaving Greg blinking, mind reeling. How had he done that? Greg shook his head. Who cared? He was not leaving his books out. He treasured them too much. Yet... yet he got a different vibe from Mycroft.
Greg followed after the other boy. He left his books in his suitcase under his bed.
Just in case.
That first one is a bit short, I know. I'm sorry. Erg. Anyway! The next one I hope is longer.
*goes off to write*
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