Baker School, London
Chapter2, Register.
Mycroft stood at the front of the assembly hall, Anthea by his side, on her phone. He watched as eleven teenagers, just a few years younger than himself, entered the room. One of them was his brother Sherlock. He had dark curly hair and was walking apart from the rest of the group. Mycroft gave him a small smile but the fifteen year old boy just ignored it.
As the group sat down in the front row of the hall, Mycroft exhaled and stepped forwards. "Hello everyone and welcome to Baker School!" Mycroft smiled. A smile which only his brother knew was forced. "As you all know, everyone in your year has been split into different houses. All the houses are named after waterfalls, this being Reichenbach." A medium height boy with dark hair gelled back rolled his eyes. "We hope you all enjoy your time here." Mycroft continued. "Now I'm just going to check everyone is here, so answer when I call out your Name." There were a few mumbles from the bunch of teens.
"Irene Adler." A tall pretty girl with dark brown hair replied.
"David Anderson." A pale skinned boy with what looked like the beginnings of sideburns answered.
"Sally Donavon." A girl with tanned looking skin and frizzy hair put up her hand.
"Sherlock Holmes." He looked at his brother. Sherlock just stared back. "Sherlock Holmes." He repeated. "You know I'm here, Mycroft." Said Sherlock through gritted teeth. "Yes well if you could make yourself known, like everyone else, that would be most helpful." Scowled Mycroft.
"Molly Hooper." He continued. A pretty girl with long light brown hair tied up in a pony tail put her hand up.
"Gregory Lestrade." Mycroft looked up to see who his roommate was going to be. "Here." A good looking boy with brown hair smiled at him. Mycroft couldn't help but smile back, a small smile but this time a real one. Sherlock noticed this. Mycroft cleared his throat.
"Sebastian Moran." A tall, muscular blond boy replied.
"Jim Moriarty." The medium height boy with the gelled hair just sat and smiled at him. Except his smile wasn't like Gregory's smile. It just looked mocking. Mycroft just crossed him off as being here and went on to the next person. Jim looked evil.
"Mike Stamford." A chubby, short brown haired boy with glasses popped up his hand.
"Harriet Watson." Mycroft continued. A girl with sandy coloured hair and a dark blue cable knit woollen jumper answered quietly. "It's Harry, please." "Okay then, sorry Harry I'll make a note of that." Mycroft replied.
"And last but not least, John Watson." A short boy with sandy blond hair and a cream cable knit jumper, obviously Harry's brother smiled and raised his hand.
"Okay well that's everyone!" Said Mycroft happily. Now it's time for a little getting to know you session. There were some groans from the teens and a couple of them swore. "I know, I know it sounds painfully cheesy, but it's part of what you have to do. You never know, you might just enjoy it."