I head into the kitchen and grab an apple. Not hungry.
Ah, yes new tutor today. Let's see how much better this one will be. I snort. Not likely they will be.
"Get dressed Sherlock; mummy said the new tutor will be here in a few hours."
"Yes, of course. Must look our best us Holmes. We do have a reputation to uphold afterall." I lean against the counter and take a bite, watching Mycroft head for the juice. "You've gained 5 pounds brother dear. You really should cut back on the sweets."
"And you've been smoking again."
"Yes, low tar. Thank you for that."
I receive no reply.
/
Two more hours until the new tutor. Are they always going to be this late?
/
Hm, I should dress now.
Maybe.
/
Mummy had someone put out a new suit for me.
I ignore it and go for a purple shirt that's at the back of my wardrobe. It hangs off my body.
Mummy will hate it.
/
One more hour.
I wonder if any Psilocybin mushrooms are growing in the woods. Research needs to be done then.
/
I see a car driving up to the gate. Perfect, Mycroft is already out waiting. No need for me to rush then.
I head for the stairs and walk down slowly. Taking my time, might as well make an impression. Muffled voices carry through and Mycroft's umbrella tip clacks against the tile floor.
I hate that stupid umbrella.
/
I'm sitting in the chair, staring out the window when I hear another man's voice replying to Mycroft. Hm, a man this time? Not much older than me, maybe by two, no, three years?
"Well I'll leave you to it then. If he causes any trouble don't be afraid to call out."
I need to hear his voice to get a proper hold on him.
"I'm sure it will be no problem Mr. Holmes. I can handle myself."
His voice is surprisingly soft, but with an underlying tone. What is it…
Mycroft walks away and the new tutor shifts nervously behind me. New to this? Hmm.
"You can sit you know."
He chuckles, "Right. You must be Sherlock." I can see him moving from the corner of my eye and he settles in beside me. "I'm John Watson, your new tutor."
/
He is not what I expected.
/
Blond hair, cut short. Black cardigan with a simple white shirt and new jeans, just bought.
He smiles at me. White, straight teeth flash.
"Now you don't exactly look like you need a tutor. How old are you 17?"
"16 actually, but 17 in a few months."
He opens his mouth to continue but I interrupt.
"You're 19; obviously paying for Uni by odd jobs going by how you recently worked at a local pub. Well by local, I mean for you. You have an older sibling, brother? No, sister. You currently live by yourself but visit home almost every day. "
I watch his face, sitting back in my chair, waiting for an outraged face, an outburst, something.
"That was brilliant. How do you know all of that!?"
Definitely not what I expected.