Oh wow so people actually read this I don't know what to do but here take this I wrote another chapter I hope you like it. If there's anything you need, my Tumblr url is oswnning. Feel free to review and suggest stuff, I want nothing less than to improve my writing and make my characters as in-character as possible.
Also, to address ships before they even become an issue, there will be mostly mormor, but a side dish of mystrade and johnlock. For all your shipping needs. (Irene and Molly make an appearance but that is for a later date)
The table fell into an awkward silence. All of them stared at Sherlock wordlessly, as the boy looked back at each of them in turn, completely oblivious to how creepy what he had just said sounded. By the grace of God, the boy with the embarrassing sweater cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair before speaking up.
"I'm John. John Watson."
The boy with the grey-streaked hair interjected. "Watson, as in Harriet's brother?" he asked.
John nodded and continued. "I want to be a doctor when I'm older."
The blonde boy, who had remained silent along with Jim for the extent of the exercise, rolled his eyes and tilted his chair back slightly. Sherlock nodded, a kind of 'I knew it' nod, but remained silent as the boy who had interrupted John spoke.
"I'm Lestrade and-" Blonde boy snorted. "I'm Greg. And I-"
It was Sherlock's turn to interject. "Have a poorly concealed infatuation with the head of the student government." he said simply, not batting an eye as he said it. John's mouth gaped and he looked from Sherlock looked from Greg to Sherlock, and Jim was just dumbfounded by the sheer cockiness of Sherlock.
It was the silent boy's turn to speak. He put his chair down correctly, slouching into it to compensate and running his fingers through his overgrown hair. "I'm Sebastian." he said flatly. "And I'm going to join the army."
It was the first time since the five had met that there wasn't any kind of tense silence. Greg just nodded, Sherlock sighing and tapping his fingers on the desk as John smiled, opening his mouth to speak, but being interrupted by Jim.
"Why?" He asked, intrigued by the boy who seemed to be everything but responsible and capable of leadership wanting to join something so disciplined and uniform.
Sebastian looked directly at Jim, looking vaguely shocked, but covering it quickly with his evidently default expresion of indifference. He was about to answer when the teacher interrupted the exercise, clapping her hands with the ever-fake enthusiasm of a teacher as she began her lectures on the grading policy and school dress code.
