When i was young, or at least, younger then i am now, i would always wonder about my name.

Clover

It always struck me as weird.

Clover

A name which means lucky. But i did'nt fell lucky. I lived as a servant in a big empty house, and no matter what i fid, i would always be a servant. I would Either take after my Mother and be the next House keeper at Ferndell Hall(The estate which my Family served) or travel to a diffrent estate, where i would live, marry another servant and have a bunch of little babys who one day would also become servants for someone else.

I, ofcourse have shared my conserns with my mother when i was younger, but ahe has just reasured me that "It is the way it's supposed to be Clover" Before telling me to go and serve Miss Enola some tea.

Enola Holmes, my bestfriend. She was my only friend to(If you did'nt count Reginald, the Collie that often acompyned me and Enola on our adventures). But i was also her only friend. Having such a great freind as Enola was the only thing that made me fell lucky

The Holmes family Owned Ferndell hall, but only two members of the family lived there. It was Enola, and her mother, Lady Eudoria Holmes. Enolas father died many years ago, when Enola and i where to young to remember him. I had just turned five a month before, and Enola was going on five that summer.

Enolas Brothers, Mr Mycroft Holmes and Mr Sherlock Holmes did'nt live there, and neither myself Nor Enola have ever met them, if you don't count there apperance at the funeral of Enolas father which me and Enola don't remember.

But that did'nt bother us at Ferndell Hall. we kept living our life, Enola and i went to school, where i would constatly get in trouble for geting in to fights with the boys from town. Since, you see, both me and Enola was born under diffrent and scandulos circumstances.

Most woman, you see, are expected to give birth to a bunch of children until, either they could'nt have any more, or they died while trying to give birth. So when lady Eudoria Holmes only gave birth to two sons, and then almost two decades later gave birth to a daughter, it was counted as a scandal.

It had been the same with me. My mother and father had only had one child before i came, my older brother Richard(More comonly known as Dick) who was almost 15 years older then me. Since my parents where mere servants, it was not counted as scandolus as with Enola, but me and Enola got or fare share of teasing, Enola more than i.

So when one of the boys, and sometimes the girls at our school would say a bit to loudly that " The only reason that Her brother's does'nt visit is beacuse she is the disgrace, a black sheep of that family" or "The reason her father died is the shame that she caught upon her family" They would end up with a bloddy nose, and i would end up i detention.

But Enola still took what they said to heart, i could see it, but i would always be abel to cheer her up. Neither my parents or Lady Eudoria seemed to mind us being friends, so me and Enola would always go out on Adventures togheter.

But now, we need to go to the faitfull day when me and Enolas world changed forever.

Ferndell Hall, July 1888

I ran down the hall of Ferndell Hall, my feet pounding against the carpeted floor as i sprinted towards Enolas room. Or, i would'nt say sprinted, since it was impossible to sprint in the simple blue dress i was wearing. It was tight and itchy, and i could'nt wait to wear something else. Today was a special ocation, so i would be abel to manage it. It was the most important day of the year.

It was Enolas birthday.

I scided to a halt infront of the door to Enolas sleeping courter before i knocked three times on the door, sigmailing that it was me. The tired voice of Enola could be heard muttering a vauge "Come in" and i imidatly opened the door. There lay Enola, spread out on her bed, still half asleep, scuinting at me thru the light of the morning sun.

"Good Morning Enola!" I exclaimed as i jumped on to her bed and huged her and praticaly screamed "Happy Birthday!"

Enola, who was not ready for the hug, promtely fell over and tumbled of the bed with me on top of her. As we both landed on the ground, a groan escaping Enola.

"Clover? What time is it?" she asked sitting up and rubing her eyes.

I sighed " It's 9 am Enola, and i don't care that it is your birthday, Ma- i mean Mrs Lane said that it's time for breakfast." I stood up and held out my hand to help her up. She muttered something unintelligible under her breath before taking my hand letting me drag her up into a standing position. Enola, dressed in only her flowy white night gown, went over to her wardrobe and dressed herself in a dress, but i could see by the expression on her face, that she would, just like me, rather wear one of her tweed suits.

After i helped Enola put her long locks in a plait runing down her back, she stood up and together we walked to the dining hall. As we entered and saw My mother and father setting the table for Enolas birthday celebration. But there was no sight of Lady Eudoria.

"Where is my Mother?" Enola Asked My Mother when she was seated at the table. Mother just made an just made a dismising jesture with her hand and said

"Lady Eudoria has gone out on the grounds to paint" before taking three well decortated parcels and handing them to Enola "The lady was'nt sure when she would be back, so she has instructed me to give you your present miss Enola" She handed Enola the parcels before going to get the hot water for the tea.

Enola looked at me excitedly before opening the first parcel. It was a drawing kit. Enola, who was an exelant artist as concluded by her many realistic sketches, grined and put down the painting kit and opened the next present.

This one was a bit more confusing it was a book titled The Meanings of Flowers: Including Also Notes Upon the Message Conveyed by Fans, Handkerchiefs, Sealing-Wax and Postage-Stamps;This book was confusing and me and Enola lokked at eachother, wondering why she would give Enola something like that.

"Well" i mutterd in her ear "This maybe your mothers way of saying we need to hire a gardener" to which Enola snorted. It was true, the garden had started to look more like a field than an actuall garden, but both Enola and i agreed that the garden looked more homely like it was now. Even if it was a little messy.

The last one of Lady Eudorias gifts made a bit more sense then the second one. it was a book, clearly handmade by the lady herself, filled with ciphers. It was a well known fact that the lady enjoyed Ciphers, but Enola was less exited by the idea of solving the puzzles. I have to admit that i however enjoyed solving Ciphers, and i would probaly ask Enola on another day if i could help her solve them.

The rest of the day went by, and there was no sign of Lady Eudoria Holmes, and i saw that Enola was bothered by it. But i tried to cheer her up the best i could. when night fell, and It was time for bed and Lady Eudoria still had'nt showed up, i decided that it was time to give Enola her present.

Just before it was time to go to bed, i snuck down the stair from the attic where the servants room's where located towards Enolas Room which was located in the second floor.

"It is not the best gift, i admit" i warned Enola as i handed her the neatly packed little gift. I had wanted to wait until Lady Eudoria had come home to give it to Enola, but since it seemed that she would'nt be home in a while, i decided to just hand it to her now. "But i Still hope you will enjoy-" "Clover" she interupted me in my rant, giving me a look "I am sure that it is an amazing gift. and with that, she riped open the rapping paper, and opened the box.

Inside lay a Silver pocketwatch, it's slight scraped glass cover showing the white clock-face. I new that it was'nt the best gift, and i explained so to Enola.

"I know that it is not the best gift i could have given you, a-and im sorry to say it is'nt exactly new" i admited, stamering a little. Why was i so nervous? "It was my grandmothers before it was mine, but who had it in there posetion before that i have no idea. I never got any real use for it, so i tought you might have it, since your always asking what time it is, now you can check for yourself."

I realised that i was rambling and tried to slow down a little. "If you look on the backside, see that engraving?" I pointed out to her. "Dick helped me with it" I admited, feeling myself turn a bit red

"It is a Clover and an Ivy. Clover represent Luck, which is meant to bring you luck whatever happens to you. Ofcourse, it can also be seen as an reminder of me if you prefer." I fell't myself turn even reder at that confession " Ivy represents Friendship, and is meant to symbolise our friendship. I also know that you are incredebly fond of Ivy's so i found it proper. As you can se, our initials are also engraved under the flowers, i could'nt fit our full names, so it had to be first and last name, i hope thats okay?"

During my entire explanation, Enola had'nt said a word, just staring at the pocket watch in her hand. I admit that i became i little nervous about her lack of reaction. I cleared my troat awkwardly. "Do you-" i hesitated, scared what the answer would be " Do you like it?"

Enola was quite for a few seconds before looking at me. Her voice was incredably quiet, so i barely caught her answer.

"I love it" she whisperd before looking back down at the watch that was glistening in the light of the one candle we had lighted that stood on the bedside table.

I addmit, that i was delighted, and i myself was about to hug Enola but she shooked me. I must explain that no-one in the holmes family was known to show any type of affection, and when it happend it was rare. So when Enola practically jumped on me and engrossed me in a bear hug, i was not expecting it , but i answerd the hug just as exitedly.

"Thank you" she whisperd while we sat there and held eachother, and i could'nt help but feel happy. Whenever Enola was around, whenever i managed to make her feel happy, it would make me feel happy to. And having my best friend happy over something i had gifted her was the best thing in the world.

Enola and I said goodnight a few minutes later, and as i climbed up the stairs towards out rooms. My face was almost hurting from all the smiling, but i did'nt mind one bit. When i was safetly tucked in my bed, i was painfully unaware about what the future had instaled for me and Enola.

So, this is the first officiall chapter. I am not sure if everything in this chapter is correct with the books, for an example, i don't know the real age of Dick, since in the books it is only described that he is the adult child of the Lanes. So i imaged tha the he is in his late 20/ early 30. If you have read the Enola Holmes mysteries, i hope you liked the thing i did with the meaning of flowers in Clovers gift to Enola.Again, i dont own The Enola holmes mysterie or anuone in this book exept for Clover. I hope you enjoyed reading