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Jim Moriaty walked into the courtyard he wore the school uniform well, suiting his small figure, and creating a pleasant contrast to his pale glass like skin, and dark shock of hair. His piercing blue-grey eyes darted around looking for someone; he lowered himself onto a bench, and sat waiting. He didn't have to wait long, as a few minutes later; a boy with sandy colored hair swept off his face and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth joined Jim on the bench.

"Well Seb?" Jim asked questionly in a lilting Irish accent, as he turned to face him.

"The princess has fallen from the tower." Seb said under his voice,

"Ahah, well then. Brilliant work Sebby." Jim said gleefully, as he flashed Sebastian Moran a brilliantly eerie smile, which was returned instantly.

Sherlock, having left his case lying randomly in the entrance hall went back to retrieve it, and then headed in the direction of a sign saying 'Dormitories.' He fished a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, and looked at the bottom where it read "Sherlock Holmes- Dormitory-Room 221-Wing B. Once he had finally arrived at the dorm room, he hesitated for a second outside, before pushing open the door. All his new dorm mates had already unpacked, and were now sitting around talking across the beds. They looked up for a moment when he entered, looking him over making their individual judgments on him, before turning back to their conversation. Sherlock looked around the room then found the last empty bed, the one in the corner with the makeshift desk made out of an old grotty looking science lab desk, that had some substances still stuck to various places about the surface. He put down his stuff on the bed, and then called over to the group of boys.

"Did anyone happen to get a good view of the murdered girl, and happen to observe if there were any bruises around the neck nose or the mouth?"

Blank faces stared back at him; he scanned over their expressions, and then made a noise of annoyance

"Urgh! You're all idiots!" He muttered exasperated whilst he turned back around and started to unpack his things. The rest of the boys were not really focused on their conversation any longer and were half watching Sherlock curiously, as he started talking science equipment out of his bag, and arranging it on the desk.

"Who's that?" one of the boys murmured quietly

" Oh, he's Sherlock Holmes, and your going to have to get used to him!"

Sherlock turned around at the sound of the familiar voice

"Oh hello John" Sherlock said before turning around and pulling a skull out of his bag and arranging it on his bedside table.

"Yeah he takes a bit of getting used to." Said John to the rest of the group.

Jim Moriaty and Sebastian Moran were sitting on two beds next to each other in the dorm, talking whilst the others scurried around unpacking. Jim sighed and he looked around at the bustling dorm before turning back to Seb

"Oh I do love chaos, don't you dear Sebby?" he said smiling and observing the dorm, Seb smiled back to him as the supper bell rang.

"Supper?" Jim asked jumping to his feet, eager to follow the frantic crowd of students into the even more chaotic dining room.

"Yeah I think so." Seb replied as they walked towards the door.

Next door in room 221, all the boys jumped up at the sound that indicated food, and started hurrying out of the room, except for Sherlock who was sitting on his bed, deep in thought, hands poised near his face in an almost praying position, unmoving. A boy waved his hand across Sherlock's vision field and said

"You coming then or what? That's the bell for dinner."

"No, I don't eat it slows down my thought processes." Sherlock replied

"Riiight, suit yourself freak" the other boy murmured before walking out of the room leaving Sherlock back in his original position once more unmoving.

After the bed bell had gone, the boys traipsed back into the dorm, Rob Jenkinson the boy who spoke to Sherlock earlier, came up to speak to him again.

"Whoa! Have you seriously not moved this entire time?!" he exclaimed

"Hmm? I only spoke to you a moment ago." Sherlock said, seeming to slide out of his trancelike state.

"What! No that was about 4 bloody hours ago!" Rob replied.

Sherlock smirked then went back to thinking and starting into space again. Rob shook his head before returning to his own bed. The next morning as the boys in dorm 221 groaned and started to get up at the sound of the morning bell, Rob glanced back over to Sherlock's bed and almost jumped in shock, as Sherlock was sitting in exactly the same position as last night, still in yesterday's crumpled uniform, not having moved at all. Rob called over to Sherlock

"Sherlock! Bloody hell man you look like you haven't moved! Don't you sleep as well as not eating? Your like a bloody zombie!"

Sherlock coming out of his trance for a moment again murmured

"Oh, when did it get light?"

Before assuming his position again. Rob just shook his head and muttered to himself

"Unbelievable!"

Before turning back towards his bed again.

After Breakfast, as the registration bell was ringing, John came back to dorm 221 to get his bag which he had left behind, and gave a grin when he saw Sherlock still sitting on his bed.

"Case really got you then huh? " he remarked 'You do know that it's lessons now don't you?" He passed waiting for an answer before continuing

"You have to come to lessons Sherlock! Come on it's the very first day!"

" There's something not right!" Sherlock exclaimed

"With what?!" John replied

"The Murder John!" Sherlock shouted

"Well maybe because I don't know, it's a MURDER!?" John answered back exasperated.

"No something, I can't put my finger on it" Sherlock murmured looking around confusingly.

"Can't you think about it in lessons? Please Sherlock you don't want to piss the teachers off on the very first day!" John cried

"It was inevitable that I 'piss them off' at some point by just being me." Sherlock said

" Yeah, well but just come now anyway." John said, then as an afterthought "Molly's in some of your classes I bet."

"Molly…Yes Molly. Fine then." Sherlock said as he stood up and stretched his limbs, before walking out of the room with John.