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Hamish whistled on his way to school. The morning had been okay and the weekend with Molly and Scarlett had been fun, the sun was shining and the sky for once was a beautiful blue colour, the kind of colour that would only come around a few times a year. A spring in his step appeared as he saw the school gates a few hundred meters ahead, today he had been allowed to walk to school and be was loving every moment. His phone beeped in his pocket and he stopped whistling to pull it out. It was from John.
Great news today! He stood up! Mycroft will pick you up today, wait outside for the usual car. Lots of Love- JWH
The already formed grin grew wider as he read the text. Looking up, he let his face bask in the early morning light and let himself think- for the first Time in a while- that everything was going to be okay.
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That day in music, Hamish stood up Infront of the class and played his violin. Any other day he would have flatly refused, but the sun was still shining and his father was getting better. Nothing could go wrong. So, looking at Scarlett for confidence, he pulled his bow across the C string, checking for possibly the tenth time that it was in tune. Satisfied, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and played.
The song reminded him of Sherlock. It was one that his father had written and one of the last pieces he had leant. With each note he could feel- see- his father smiling softly at him from his old black chair, sometimes standing up to correct his position or to check a note. It was one of his fonder memories of Sherlock.
When he finished the piece, he opened his eyes and put his violin down. There was a huge clap from the class (some more willing then others, he observed) and even his teacher seemed pleased.
"Where did you learn to play?", he said afterwards.
"My father taught me once." Said Hamish, zipping up the old red case.
"Ever thought about it as a career?"
and thought for a while, "sorry, sir, no. I want to be like my dad, or a scientist."
The old music teacher sighed and patted Hamishes back, "well, if you ever want to play, I will be very glad to hear it."
Hamish nodded and went back down to his seat in the class, smiling at himself and Scarlett hugged him. He hugged her back and told her about Sherlock.
She was almost as happy as him.
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