Sherlock Holmes and the fifth grade case of the missing Winky.
Chapter two. The new aide and the end of the first day
Mr. Baker slowly replaced the phone and wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead. "I think it'll be nice to have another teacher to come and help us get settled, no?" He rushed to the door at the approaching click-clack of heels, he yanked open the door, looking like he had just been saved from a horrible fate.. "Ah, Mrs. Hudson! Please, please, come in..." The small man sighed in relief, the 54 year old woman click-clacking in behind. She was thin and tall, her graying hair pulled into a tight bun. She smiled warmly at the students. "My, only the first day!" She walked slowly to the back, pulling off her white cardigan as she went.
Sherlock climbed back into his seat with a sigh, pulling out a pencil and setting to work in his personal "observations" journal. He bit his tongue as his writing grew more and more frantic, before dropping the pencil with a yawn.
Watson shook his head, turning to pay attention. Simply because Sherlock was a lunatic, didn't mean that his grades had to suffer for it. One to many times he had fallen asleep in class because of Sherlock. This year would be different, he swore it. … But he knew it wasn't possible. Life would simply be boring without the insanity of Sherlock around, who else would set his drapes on fire? He chuckled to himself, watching as Jim Moriarty started ripping up paper and dropping it on the floor, which the aide quickly picked up "I am not your house keeper!" She resumed sitting with a small huff, picking up her old romance novel. The Irish boy simply smirked, kicking his feet up. Once again, this drew the attention of Mrs. Hudson, who pursed her lips. "feet off the table, if you would." She stared at him over her glasses sternly.
This would definitely be an interesting year, to say the least.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully, save a full out fight between Greg and Donovan, which pleased Sherlock a little more than it should have, but then again, he wasn't the only one placing bets on who would win. Both the new Irish kid and Adler were giggling like it was Christmas time. It was a huge topic as they all walked home that evening, though Watson had missed it.
Greg was quite cheerful, proudly boasting to Molly about his win, though he suffered a bloody nose. For some reason, this fight didn't seem that big to Watson. Sherlock only cared because he hated Donovan. It wasn't even that big of a deal. He himself hadn't even seen it. He was simply happy because Mary was walking beside him. He even walked her as far as her gate.
Of course, Sherlock was on the other side, he always was. After waving the young blonde off, he turned to his friend. "you know, this year could be fun." The boys walked to their own houses, and retired for the night.