I do apologise. I seem to have hit a bit of a rut. So I'll just leave this (very short) chapter here whilst I sort out the following chapters. I hope you like this little interlude, anyway. :)
Dear John,
How are you? I am fine, and school is just wizard! There are three of us in my dormitory, me, Molly Hooper – she's really nice, and we have made friends already – and Sally Donovan, who is horrible, but we don't see her much. Clara and Georgina are my other friends so far in my year.
The grounds here are SO NICE! There is a tree in the middle and I got told off for climbing it, but I didn't regret it. I could see right out over the fields from the top. There's also a big field and in games we get to play cricket! I ADORE cricket – do you remember when I asked Mr Harris at our old school if we could play cricket, and he said it wasn't very ladylike? – well, they don't care about being ladylike here. It's such good fun! But I wish you were here.
I wrote to Dad the other day. I imagine you did too. I'm still waiting for his reply but I presume he is safe because we haven't been attacked yet. Molly doesn't think we ever will be. Did you have to do air raid drill? And how horrible are the shelters?! They're all stuffy and dark. I hope we don't have to do too many drills.
How's Sherlock? I told the other girls about him, and Sally thinks he sounds like a freak, and Molly thinks he sounds interesting. I don't imagine you and him talk much. He's not much of a chatterbox, is he? And he seems a bit boring. Have you made any other friends?
I'm going to have to stop now. I am supposed to be doing prep. I hope you're fine. Write back soon!
Harry
Dear Harry,
School is good. Some of the masters are a bit strict but most of them are good sports. I like biology best of all but the chemistry master is the nicest. Even Sherlock likes Mr Cartwright. But then, Mr Cartwright does let Sherlock play around in the lab outside of lessons. He managed to get half his blazer eaten away by acid the other day, and nearly dissolved half the table as well. But he said that the experiment was a success regardless.
You get to play cricket? That's not fair! We have to do winter sports this term. I'm on the rugby team though! And I've made friends with the captain Greg. Well, sort of. He's in the top year so it's only a sort-of friendship. William Farrell, who is in my dormitory, is nice enough but we're not proper friends either. People keep expecting me to be friends with Sherlock but I'm really not sure Sherlock wants friends. Perhaps we should introduce him to your Molly Hooper. There aren't many people who think he's interesting.
Air raid drills – ugh! You're right – the shelters are awful. So's the war. I hope it all blows over. Sherlock says that he doubts it will, but though Sherlock is right about almost everything, I hope he isn't right about this. He got a letter from Mycroft and Mycroft is fine. Dad hasn't written back to me yet either but he will, I'm sure.
It's so weird, going to boarding-school, sharing a dormy with Sherlock, and you going to a different school! I miss you. Write soon!
John
