Luna POV
"Thank you so much Mrs. Hudson, I've hired some men to come in a couple hours to get rid of the damp and everything so hopefully it wont take much longer now until I can move in" I say sitting on the other side of Mrs. Hudson's little kitchen table, she had laid out two cups of tea with a plate of digestive biscuits between us as well, her smiling broadly at me which I return,
"Oh my goodness dear please call me Martha, and its no trouble, it would be lovely to finally see downstairs being put to good use, I hate seeing things being wasted after all. It will be a joy to have you here. Another lady in the house would be nice, I've got two new boys upstairs. But please do let us have these chats I do so enjoy them" she says, I grin at this and nod with agreement, in the two months I have been in contact with Mrs Hudson about the flat downstairs, I did contemplate the one upstairs but she said she had offers on it.
"When are they coming about it?" I ask casually, sipping some of my tea,
"The gentleman who phoned me said he would come and have a look today, said he was bringing his friend with him, I do hope you don't mind those kind of relationships around where you live dear, next doors lady, hers are married you know" she says, I smile at her for this, I love how chatty she is, I already knew about next door, like how I know that the biscuits she put out are over a week old, she has opened the packet four times, how I know she sneaked in another spoon of sugar because she knows that I am a sugar freak, helps me to stay on edge at times.
"So do you know much about these men?" I ask, wanting to know some more about my future neighbours and attempt at being civil, my mother keeps texting me to ask if I have made any new friends, but unfortunately no-one does well with me, more tolerates me then anything, I have to keep my wits about Mrs. Hudson which presents a challenge but I like her so I also don't want to be mean to her.
"Oh well one of the lads is a detective of sorts, he helped me some years ago to assure my husbands death penalty, he is a strange one though, but then again I suppose if they were all the same we women would be very upset" she says, I laugh at this which she joins,
""And the other one?" I ask, noticing that she never said about the second one,
"Well he didn't say much about him –" BEEP.
Both Mrs. Hudson and I look up when we hear the doorbell; she scoots out of her chair and stands to walk out of the room presumably to answer the door. I stay sat, drinking more of my tea,
"Sherlock hello" I smile at this, knowing this must be the man she is letting upstairs to,
"Mrs Hudson, Doctor John Watson" says a voice, male around young thirties, but its not that that makes me freeze, the name that is mentioned does…
John Watson.
Oh yes I completely forgot, my name is Luna Watson.
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