Auntie Cryptanalyst
For the best friend there has ever been, and all my best to her many villagers ;)
She was early. Too early. She sighed at the hour hand on her watch, and went over to the desk to tell the receptionist to let Sebastian know she was here. As she sat down, she thought Carpe Diem, seize the day. But she was hardly seizing it here, was she? Sitting in a bank's waiting room, repeatedly denying the enquiry of tea, waiting for Sebastian to finish his morning paperwork.
She picked up one of the rags from the sidetable, from which a ferociously spiky pot plant glared at her from its urn. The headline read, Killer Cabbie Behind Serial Suicides and underneath in smaller print, Sherlock Holmes: The Psychopath.
Sociopath, she corrected silently. Sociopathe, Sotsiopat, Soziopath chirruped several different parts of her brain.
Suddenly, Sebastian appeared around the corner, scratching his rather sizeable chin and looking as conceited as the day they left uni.
'Ah,' he said, 'Anneleina,'
'Sebastian, its been too long,' she lied, and flicked her satchel back on her shoulder.
'I've got a surprise for you', he said as he strolled in front.
'Oh! It'll have to be quite something to surprise me, Sebastian'
'Oh it is, don't worry!'
Anneleina frowned. Sebastian was not usually associated with mysticism.
He swung open the door to his study and showed her in. She saw there were already two people seated with their backs to her.
'Aren't you going to introduce us, Sebastian', said a familiar voice, without turning around.
'I think you already know each other', he smirked.
Sherlock turned around. The girl who stood before him was thin and pale with thick light brown hair, a white powdered face and deep burgundy horned spectacles.
John had never seen Sherlock surprised. The girl's eyes widened, and a smile broke out on her thin dark lips.
'Nephew!'