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Holmes watched the Chemistry Teacher lead the new student around the Science Lab. She had been here about a week, but Holmes had not yet met her, he wasn't the social type. He had seen her in her classes, as he went about his business with his; she seemed a quiet, conscientious and thankfully sensible student. Most of the female population of the London New Collage were the daughters of high earning business men eager to get their daughters into a high class school to help their reputation rather than their daughters schooling, and the males were mostly here because of sports scholarships. There were only a few people here because of their academic scholarships, and that was Sherlock Holmes and his older brother Mycroft. Holmes was in year 11, and he had just turned 16, his brother attended the university part of New Collage, and would be graduating next year. This new student was also in year 11, judging by her black uniform, which only year 11 and up wore. She had dark brown hair which was tied back in a lose bun at the nape of her neck, with bit falling out around her face, and small oval glasses which she was constantly pushing back up her nose to her green eyes; she was a short, but then to Holmes most people were short. Her jumper was a little too big, and came down over her skirt and hid her hands up her sleeves, her skirt came down to her knees, and she wasn't wearing tights so her pale white legs showed in stark contrast to her dark clothes, she overall gave quite a scruffy impression and Holmes' attention went back to the book he was looking at. The Chemistry Teacher was Miss Stein, a German woman with a thick accent which most people couldn't understand; she was carrying a few reference books and explaining the latest computer system that had been installed last term to the new girl. Holmes turned back to putting the books he had been using on the shelf when a phone started to ring in Miss Stein's office, he heard the girl say something, but she was very soft spoken so Holmes didn't hear, but Miss Stein said something along the lines of thank you and went back to her office and picked up the phone. Holmes finished his experiment and started to go when he noticed the new girl refilling the book shelves with the reference books, and he went over to make sure she was putting them in the correct places as he knew Miss Stein to be a perfectionist, much like himself. As he got to her, she was stretching up to try to get a book back on the top shelf and not really succeeding, she was on her tiptoes and using the ends of her fingers to push the book back in. Holmes reached over her head to push the book in for her, but he must have startled her as she jumped backward and collided with him. The book fell from it's place on the shelve and thudded on the floor, the girl had sprung away from Holmes and glared at him, but she seemed to regard him as no threat and her glare softened and she placed her hand on her heart in and looked at the floor. "Mr Holmes, you startled me." Holmes raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl, could this be someone with the same deductive powers as him? "Your name is written on your book." She said pointing to his rough work book. He smiled at her, a girl with a brain, this could be a find. She seemed to realise his mood and raised her eyebrows and looked at the ceiling. "Welcome to New Collage, I'm afraid I don't know your name." He said extending his hand to her. "Isla Tye, but most people around here just call me New Girl or hey you." Holmes smiled, that was the ungracious welcome most new people got. He took time to observe Miss Tye more closely as she quickly put the rest of the books back. She had well developed calve muscles, so she probably ran or danced, regular even features and a slim figure, her eyes seemed to dance and glow in the pale light of the lab. Holmes, while not being interested in girls his age, new when one could be called attractive, and Miss Tye was defiantly one of those. Miss Tye handed him the large reference book for the top shelve and he smiled and put it on for her. "I am sorry for startling you." "Well it's not very often that an arm appears out of nowhere!" She laughed and gathered her books from the reception desk, waving goodbye to Miss Stein through the frosted glass window. Holmes followed her out the lab, where Miss Tye met with some of the other girls from her class, Holmes knew them. They weren't the smartest of the girls, but they were probably the nicest in her class. She turned before disappearing round the corner and nodded and smiled a goodbye in his direction. "Well Holmes, I would have thought that she wouldn't be your type, considering you would probably prefer a boy." Joked an aristocraric voice from behind as Holmes watched Miss Tye walk off. "Well Smyth, I know you're not free so I thought I should raise my standards a little." Holmes said turning round to look at his tormentor, Jeremy Smyth, and walking off in another direction. He heard angry mutterings behind him, and let the corner of his mouth turn up in a small smirk. He didn't really mind about the rumours that he was gay, no; he let people have their opinions as long as they didn't try to enforce them. With that thought he made his way to his last lesson.
"Well, what do you think of Miss Tye?" Asked Miss Stein. Holmes looked up from his work at the openly curious eyes of the young teacher.. "She seems a pleasant enough girl." He said and went back to his work. "She's the same age as you; you don't really have the right to call her a girl. Don't let your deductive powers make you get above yourself, young Mr Holmes." She said patting his hand and walking back to her desk. She called over her shoulder that she would lock the lab in 5 minutes. Holmes sighed and looked at his watch, it was 8 o'clock, and he would have to walk back to his dormitory across the cold courtyard. He called goodbye to Miss Stein and pulled his coat around his tighter as he made his way across the cold corridor and out into the snowy night. He looked up at the full moon, and almost did a double take; he could have sworn he saw someone sitting on the roof of the science block. Rubbing his eyes he walked back to his dormitory. Just as he got round the corner, something slammed into his stomach, knocking him over and spilling his books onto the cold concrete floor. He rolled onto his back and tried to get up, but the heavy weight of a foot on his shoulder stopped his motion. "I'll show you what happens when you try to make a fool of me Holmes." Hissed the sinister voice of Smyth.
Holmes watched the Chemistry Teacher lead the new student around the Science Lab. She had been here about a week, but Holmes had not yet met her, he wasn't the social type. He had seen her in her classes, as he went about his business with his; she seemed a quiet, conscientious and thankfully sensible student. Most of the female population of the London New Collage were the daughters of high earning business men eager to get their daughters into a high class school to help their reputation rather than their daughters schooling, and the males were mostly here because of sports scholarships. There were only a few people here because of their academic scholarships, and that was Sherlock Holmes and his older brother Mycroft. Holmes was in year 11, and he had just turned 16, his brother attended the university part of New Collage, and would be graduating next year. This new student was also in year 11, judging by her black uniform, which only year 11 and up wore. She had dark brown hair which was tied back in a lose bun at the nape of her neck, with bit falling out around her face, and small oval glasses which she was constantly pushing back up her nose to her green eyes; she was a short, but then to Holmes most people were short. Her jumper was a little too big, and came down over her skirt and hid her hands up her sleeves, her skirt came down to her knees, and she wasn't wearing tights so her pale white legs showed in stark contrast to her dark clothes, she overall gave quite a scruffy impression and Holmes' attention went back to the book he was looking at. The Chemistry Teacher was Miss Stein, a German woman with a thick accent which most people couldn't understand; she was carrying a few reference books and explaining the latest computer system that had been installed last term to the new girl. Holmes turned back to putting the books he had been using on the shelf when a phone started to ring in Miss Stein's office, he heard the girl say something, but she was very soft spoken so Holmes didn't hear, but Miss Stein said something along the lines of thank you and went back to her office and picked up the phone. Holmes finished his experiment and started to go when he noticed the new girl refilling the book shelves with the reference books, and he went over to make sure she was putting them in the correct places as he knew Miss Stein to be a perfectionist, much like himself. As he got to her, she was stretching up to try to get a book back on the top shelf and not really succeeding, she was on her tiptoes and using the ends of her fingers to push the book back in. Holmes reached over her head to push the book in for her, but he must have startled her as she jumped backward and collided with him. The book fell from it's place on the shelve and thudded on the floor, the girl had sprung away from Holmes and glared at him, but she seemed to regard him as no threat and her glare softened and she placed her hand on her heart in and looked at the floor. "Mr Holmes, you startled me." Holmes raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl, could this be someone with the same deductive powers as him? "Your name is written on your book." She said pointing to his rough work book. He smiled at her, a girl with a brain, this could be a find. She seemed to realise his mood and raised her eyebrows and looked at the ceiling. "Welcome to New Collage, I'm afraid I don't know your name." He said extending his hand to her. "Isla Tye, but most people around here just call me New Girl or hey you." Holmes smiled, that was the ungracious welcome most new people got. He took time to observe Miss Tye more closely as she quickly put the rest of the books back. She had well developed calve muscles, so she probably ran or danced, regular even features and a slim figure, her eyes seemed to dance and glow in the pale light of the lab. Holmes, while not being interested in girls his age, new when one could be called attractive, and Miss Tye was defiantly one of those. Miss Tye handed him the large reference book for the top shelve and he smiled and put it on for her. "I am sorry for startling you." "Well it's not very often that an arm appears out of nowhere!" She laughed and gathered her books from the reception desk, waving goodbye to Miss Stein through the frosted glass window. Holmes followed her out the lab, where Miss Tye met with some of the other girls from her class, Holmes knew them. They weren't the smartest of the girls, but they were probably the nicest in her class. She turned before disappearing round the corner and nodded and smiled a goodbye in his direction. "Well Holmes, I would have thought that she wouldn't be your type, considering you would probably prefer a boy." Joked an aristocraric voice from behind as Holmes watched Miss Tye walk off. "Well Smyth, I know you're not free so I thought I should raise my standards a little." Holmes said turning round to look at his tormentor, Jeremy Smyth, and walking off in another direction. He heard angry mutterings behind him, and let the corner of his mouth turn up in a small smirk. He didn't really mind about the rumours that he was gay, no; he let people have their opinions as long as they didn't try to enforce them. With that thought he made his way to his last lesson.
"Well, what do you think of Miss Tye?" Asked Miss Stein. Holmes looked up from his work at the openly curious eyes of the young teacher.. "She seems a pleasant enough girl." He said and went back to his work. "She's the same age as you; you don't really have the right to call her a girl. Don't let your deductive powers make you get above yourself, young Mr Holmes." She said patting his hand and walking back to her desk. She called over her shoulder that she would lock the lab in 5 minutes. Holmes sighed and looked at his watch, it was 8 o'clock, and he would have to walk back to his dormitory across the cold courtyard. He called goodbye to Miss Stein and pulled his coat around his tighter as he made his way across the cold corridor and out into the snowy night. He looked up at the full moon, and almost did a double take; he could have sworn he saw someone sitting on the roof of the science block. Rubbing his eyes he walked back to his dormitory. Just as he got round the corner, something slammed into his stomach, knocking him over and spilling his books onto the cold concrete floor. He rolled onto his back and tried to get up, but the heavy weight of a foot on his shoulder stopped his motion. "I'll show you what happens when you try to make a fool of me Holmes." Hissed the sinister voice of Smyth.