Greg looked at the twins on either side of him. "Well, I suppose we should talk about the enigma that is Sherlock Holmes. When we get to the apartment building, ask your mother if you can stay over at my place tonight. My parents won't mind and we can talk all night about anything you guys like."
John and Joan raced each other up the five flights of stairs to their new apartment. At the top of the stairs they stopped, both confused. "Was it 501 or 510?" John asked his sister. "I don't remember..." she replied. Just as she finished her sentence the door to 510 opened and a lady stepped out. She looked to be middle-aged and was carrying a basket half full of goodies. Joan recognized some old clothes they had kept of her father's. To her relief she didn't see his uniform. All the same the twins both wondered why this lady was carrying some old trinkets and clothes of their father's. Perhaps their mother was ready to move on?
While the siblings had been standing next to the staircase, wondering what on earth that lady was doing at what was evidently their apartment said lady had closed the door and walked up to them.
"Hello dears." She said pleasantly. "You must be John and Joan, correct?" Without waiting for a reply she went on. "I was just talking to your mother about a new job. I'm the sister of the landlord here and he told me she had been looking for one. I'm a landlady myself but I'm not very good with the books and I pay more attention to tailoring, what I do on side, so I thought I'd ask if she was any good. Turns out she was an accountant for a few years and would be happy to help! When I told her about my tailoring she asked me fix these up." the lady pointed to her basket full of nice men's clothes. "She said they might fit one of her sons so I said I'd stitch up any loose threads and strengthen the joints. From the looks of it she meant you more than your brother." she smiled at John, who was struck by how much she had just said in so little time and without breathing very much. Turning to Joan the little lady smiled and said, "I have some old clothes of mine I used to wear that you might like better than those skimpy ones. You don't look very comfortable in those." Glancing at the delicate little watch she had on her wrist she jumped. "Oh dear, I must be going, my husband will kill me if I'm too late! Toodle-oo, see you two later dears!" Without further ado the woman sidled past the dumbstruck teens and quickly hopped down the stairs. John and Joan looked at each other then walked to their new apartment.
Opening the door John called out, "Hey mom, we're home!" to which they heard, "Hey kids! I'm in the kitchen! The Lestrades already called so go pack your things and take them downstairs. They offered to feed you since they'll be having dinner in a half hour anyway. I hope you're hungry, she said she's making pork roast!" Before Mrs. Watson finished her second sentence the two were already upstairs and rushing to get their things together. Leaving their schoolbags they packed a duffle each and brought them down to the living room. They dropped their bags, ran to the kitchen to kiss their mother goodbye and thank her then rushed out, the strange little lady forgotten.
A/N Alright so here's another chappy. Sorry for the crappiness, none of these have been beta'd. I'll try to start updating regularly, about every week or so but I don't know if I'll be able to. The first one to guess the little lady's identity will get the chance to have a pairing/situation/character of their choice later in the fic, even though it's really obvious. If anyone can recommend a good beta to help fix up chappies that would be really helpful. Also I think I forgot to mention but Hamish and Harriet are two years older than the main four. Oh and names! I can't decide what to name the landlord, Mrs. Watson or Mr. and Mrs. Lestrade so if any of you have suggestions, great! Otherwise I'll probably just use them to make references to other stuff.