Sherlock narrowed his eyes as the bushes shook. A boy who looked to be about his age popped up. An only child, wealthy, fifteen newly attending Saint Greyson's academy. YOu are curious at the moment.

The boy's eyes lit up. "Middle child he shot back at sherlock. A chemist obviously, studied a form of martial arts due to your stance. Are those calluses on your fingers. you play a string instrument."

The boy stood up. And walked over to Sherlock.

"I have one arch enemy. You also play a string instrument. You are excited. What do you want?" Sherlock cocked his head

The boy nervously lifted his hands up and poked his fingers together. " I heard explosions. I was wondering if I could join you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "If you must."

The boy smiled and switched to french."Je dois juste rentrer chez moi et prendre mes affaires."( I just have to go home and grab my things.)

Sherlock frowned narrowing his eyes. "That will waste time. Use what I have. Your name."

"Raven James," the boy muttered as he wandered over to Sherlock's chemical set.

"I'm Sherlock."

A few hours later the ground was scorched. The Area shook and a poofy cloud of smoke enveloped the area. Raven and Sherlock hugged the ground giggling.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," A woman shrieked stomping over. " what did we say about explosions."

" Was not me this time." He nudged Raven who perked up.

" Hello madame, Raven spoke timidly.

" you are not John. she took in Raven's appearance. Curly black hair like her baby's and bright green eyes she glanced over to Sherlock's bright blues. "You must be Raven Ireland's son. My name is violet and you both are grounded from chemicals."

Raven glanced over to Sherlock. " Will you be attending."

" Naturally," Sherlock rolled his eyes. A look passed over his face. " You are welcome to join my group if you so desire."

Raven perked up humming.

Sherlock stood up. "Are you composing?"

"Naturally."

"You want e minor," sherlock began to hum.

"A minor," Raven snapped.

"Too sharp."

"I want it sharp."

Violet raised an eyebrow chuckling at the absurdity.

They were both glaring at each other while they parted ways.

"Nice boy?"Violet questioned.

" I do not know yet mommy," answered Sherlock.