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As the young boy stepped into the house he was assaulted by yet more new sights, smells, and textures. It all registered and he was beginning to get dizzy with all the new information filtering into his brain. "This is a school for boys." Mike said, addressing his charge. Sherlock gazed around in wonder, he was considered a boy? "You will be staying here for one year. In exactly a year I will come back to pick you up. If there is any misconduct that needs a guardian's addressing, I will come but this is the last time I'll see you for a long time." Mike said, hoping the gravity of the situation was fully understood by the boy's heightened young mind. Sherlock blinked up at him, showing no signs of either understanding or not so Mike pat him once on the head and took his leave. Sherlock looked around, not knowing what to do, were to go, or who to talk to.
"You look lost." Said a gentle voice as a blond boy approached. He appeared to be the same age as Sherlock. "Come with me. I'll bring you to the Matron." He said as he slipped his hand hesitantly into Sherlock's, pulling him along gently.
"Ah you must be Sherlock. I was told you'd be arriving today." She said, smiling at him. Sherlock looked up at her, blinking slowly. "Thank you John I'll take it from here." She nodded at the blond boy who smiled and let go of Sherlock's hand.
"I hope you like it here Sherlock." John said smiling sweetly at Sherlock before leaving. The matron waited until he was out of earshot before continuing.
"I have been made aware of your circumstances and have been instructed to inform you that, here you will be known as Sherlock Holmes." She said handing him a piece of paper. He looked at it for a moment before he blinked up at her. She frowned at him and then prompted him to his room, and out of the room she'd been monitoring, shutting the door after him. He looked at the piece of paper for a long time. It was his schedule and at the top had his name and fake home location.
"Lost again?" Asked John's sweet, gentle voice. "I suppose you're looking for your room, to get settled in?" He took the paper from Sherlock's hands and studied it for a moment before giving it back and taking Sherlock's unoccupied hand into his, pulling him gently along, down halls and up grand stairs until finally they stopped at a room. "This is it." John said as he dropped his hand. "You're lucky, getting a room all to yourself like that." John smiled as Sherlock opened the door, peering inside. "A bit nervous? A new school, especially a boarding school is a bit scary at first but it gets easier." John smiled.
He soon left with a casual bye and Sherlock was left alone, in a big room that was all his. No shots for a year. Would he survive? He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his paper; he was in classes for his age level, but not his knowledge level. Did that mean he was expected to play dumb? Certainly not.
