It was a view through the window that led to their living room. Two figures were laughing together in the center of the room, their hair clearly defining who they were.
"No no no! You're doing it all wrong!" Sherlock fell back on his heels, glaring down at the young girl in front of him. His hands ran through his hair. Her pale eyes flew open and they glared at each other.
"Well, what do expect me to do?" she snapped up at him.
"Be better at being dead!" Sherlock moved so he was sitting, wrapping his arms around his long legs. "I have to practice!"
"I don't make a habit of being dead!" Aura pushed herself sitting, arms behind her while her fingers stretched out over the wooden floor. Her dark hair was hanging messily around her face, giving her face the impression of being covered in shadows.
"You should be better at it!" he pouted. "There haven't been any good murders lately. I have to keep up my strength."
"Fine." She fell back. Her face immediately cleared of emotions and her eyes closed. He smiled, leaning back over to continue studying her. His long fingers played in the air above her as he searched her body for clues.
"Traces of an imprint of a hand around neck; possibly strangled."
"Wrong." A trace of a smile played on her lips.
"Be quiet!" his eyes glared.
"You got it wrong. I felt you should know." her eyes opened again. The siblings stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. It was a common problem they had. Both wanted to prove themselves right that they couldn't even try to be calm when working with each other.
"Be quiet you two! I'm trying to study?" Mycroft shouted from above them but it did nothing to quench their laughter. They heard his footsteps pounding the ground as he stormed down the stairs but it only increased their laughter. His angry face appeared in the doorway. "Will you please be quiet!"
"Oh come on!" Aura smiled at him. Her hands clutched her stomach as she giggled. "Have a little fun!"
"I have a very important examination tomorrow that I have to study for." With that, Mycroft turned and stomped away. She and Sherlock glanced at each other again before letting their laughter get even higher in volume. Mycroft sighed from the hallway, annoyed as always at his younger siblings. They were so perfect for each other it was idiotic.
A/N: This is the form all chapters will follow. A description of an image in italics at the top and the event underneath. I hope you enjoyed the first memory.
Ages:
Mycroft: 16
Sherlock: 12
Aura: 8
