Apologies if this chapter is a bit boring, it's the necessary introductory stuff. It will (hopefully) get better further in to the story. This will be my first and probably my only teenlock fic so it's a long one. Please leave a review, any comments you have will be helpful! ^.^
Chapter 1
"You'll be fine, John. Trust me."
"But everyone here knows each other already, it's way more difficult to join on your own."
15 year old John Watson sat in the passenger seat of his mum's car, which was parked outside the biggest school he had ever seen, St. Bart's Boarding School. He was joining a year after everyone else because his parents had finally earnt enough money to send him to a 'proper' school, like they had always wanted. His palms were sweaty and he already felt homesick.
"The people here are going to be much nicer than they were at your old school. Yes, it will take time but you'll soon find people that you trust," His mother smiled at him, "you know, you're going to have to get out of this car at some point, don't want to be late on your first day."
"No, course not, right."
John took a deep breath and got his luggage out of the car. They were soon greeted by a rather old man, wearing small round spectacles
"Good morning, you must be John," the man said with cold eyes.
"Yeah, hello," John said awkwardly, feeling already unwelcome.
"And, you are his mother?" the man asked, shaking his mum's hand.
"Yes, hello."
"I am the school's headmaster, Mr. Coleman, but you are to call me sir. Pleasure to finally meet you both. Now, I'm afraid we have an assembly starting shortly that John will need to attend, so you will have to say your goodbyes now."
"Right," his mum pulled him in to a hug, kissing him multiple times all over the face.
"Mum!"
"Sorry, I'm just going to miss you! Now, e-mail me to let me know how you're settling in, and be on your best behaviour, and take care of yourself."
"Got it, don't worry. I'll be fine," he lied.
"Okay, well, bye love."
With one final kiss, his mum got in to her car and drove off, and John suddenly felt panic.
"If you could bring your luggage in to the entrance it will be taken up to your dormitory and I shall escort you to the assembly hall."
Without a word, John followed the man, struggling to carry all of his bags up the stairs and feeling like a bit of an idiot.
"You may drop your bags there," the headmaster said, "if you would like to follow me."
John walked along side the man through many of the school's amazing corridors, admiring the statues and paintings that decorated them.
"Now, John," Mr. Coleman began, "all students are to share dormitories with the student they were placed with in their first year, as always. You are fortunate, however, that there is a vacancy in one of the rooms currently containing only one student. You are to wait outside these doors after the assembly to be escorted to your room, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
The rest of the school were now swarming in the corridors, all entering the great hall that he was standing outside of. The headmaster had abandoned him, and now feeling extremely uneasy John followed the crowd in to hall, waiting until almost everyone was seated with their friends to sit at the very back of the room. There was a lot of loud chatter that died down as soon as Mr. Coleman stood at the podium. He cleared his throat.
"Welcome, students and staff, to another year of education. I hope that the work rate and morale of each and every one of you remains as excellent as it has been in previous years. I trust you all had eventful holidays, but now it is time to get back to learning, and as always I will refresh the rules for you all as some - select few-" he stared pointedly at a student sitting at the front, "seem to have forgotten our policies in the past. Firstly, uniform is to be worn during lesson hours, and is to be worn correctly. No electronic devices are to be displayed during lessons, and if they are they will be confiscated until the end of the week. All students are to be in their dormitories by 10 o'clock, and lights are to be out at half past, no excuses. You will arrive at 9 o'clock to your first lesson each morning and if you fail to do so you will be given a detention. Smoking and alcohol, for obvious reasons, is forbidden, and finally, you will treat each member of staff with respect and you will accept the punishments they choose to give you."
The headmaster's voice was extremely drony and dull. John could hear multiple students yawn sarcastically and some quiet sniggering. So, they weren't all perfectly behaved. This relaxed John's mind somewhat.
"As for the dormitory arrangements, you are to be sharing a room with the same person as you have in previous years. I will allow you today to unpack your belongings and have some leisure time to share with your friends, but lessons will begin as usual tomorrow morning," he cleared his throat once more, "now if we could exit, quietly, from the back."
There was a sudden burst of chatter throughout the hall. John stood when his row was leading out and waited outside the doors to the hall as he had been instructed. Nobody had really noticed him, which he was thankful for. He didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to himself.
He waited until pretty much all students had gone, and was beginning to feel like he was in the wrong place, when a smart looking young boy addressed him and shook his hand.
"Hello, John, isn't it? My name is Mycroft Holmes, head boy, I will be showing you to your dormitory."
"Nice to meet you."
"If you would like to follow me."
John followed the boy up a couple of flights of stairs and down many corridors. God, it was so big.
"Now, John, I am afraid I must - warn you. The boy you are to share a room with..he-" Mycroft paused, then gave a chuckle, "well, let's just say there is a reason nobody resides in the same room as him. Don't be alarmed," he quickly said, telling from John's face that he was confused, "he isn't violent or anything of that nature, but he tends to be extremely irritating and somewhat offensive on a regular basis."
"Oh, um, okay."
"I will say no more on the subject, I fear you will understand my meaning once you meet him. Now, you are in room 221B, and since I don't expect you to remember your way just from one walk, I have printed out a map for you."
"Right, thank you."
"Here is your dormitory key, and I trust you will fit in very quickly."
"Okay, thanks again, bye."
"Any major problems with him, just let me know, okay?"
"Yep, got it."
John knocked on the black door of 221B, to no response.
"Um, hello? Is anyone in here?"
Suddenly, a deep voice growled back at him.
"This room is now also yours there is no need to knock."
Shaking all over, John slowly opened the door.
