Sherlock checked his tumblr once more- still nothing more elaborate from 'Eurus'- before going downstairs for dinner. Mycroft was out of town on government business, so it was just Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, his housekeeper of sorts.

"How was school today, dear?" asked Mrs. Hudson as she set down a plate in front of him before sitting down opposite him at the kitchen table.

"Boring." said Sherlock twirling and untwirling the pasta on his fork.

"Nothing exciting happened?" asked Mrs. Hudson, to this she received a look from Sherlock that could only mean 'I just said I was bored, therefore nothing interesting happened. How stupid are you?'.

"Sherlock, don't give me that look. I am smart young man." Sherlock hummed in reply and ignored any further attempts at conversation to contemplate who this Eurus was.

He realised that Eurus was 'the east wind' in Greek mythology and his brother used to tell him the story of the east wind, but that had been years ago. It was highly likely that it was a coincidence, but no one apart from Mycroft and his parents knew about Redbeard. He would ask his parents, but they were out of town on vacation- they always were now that he had become competent, in their minds, to be on his own. He'd rather not bother them and he was certaintly not going to ask Mycroft.

When he had eaten what he considered a reasonable amount he bounded back upstairs to his room. He was disappointed when he had received still nothing from Eurus. He decided to try asking her again who she was, this time plainly.

Reblog:

-Who are you?

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Sherlock reblogged a few posts on chemistry and biology while he waited for her to reply.


Eurus set down her violin when she saw that Sherlock had responded.

Three hours later? He wants to know who I am.

She went over to her food that was still in the corner, picked up the bread roll and ate it as she thought of the main problems this had raised.

1: Mycroft would probably stop this if it went much further and then she would go back to having no one.

2: Sherlock would remember what she did and hate her, she would then, still, have no one.

She decided it was better to figure out what Sherlock's situation was. Examining his earlier answers to questions, it seemed that their parents were out of town and that Mycroft was also out of town. She knew that Mycroft was out of town, but it was interesting that Sherlock was alone... but no one would leave him alone so...

She scrolled a bit more and found that he had mentioned someone named Mrs. Hudson. He respected her, obviously she was older, so she must be watching him.

Eurus sniggered a bit at the idea that her brother had a nanny at fifteen.

Lets give him a clue, thought Eurus.

Reblog:

-I wonder how much I can interact with you before Mycroft gets antsy...

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A reply came surprising quickly.

-He never watches me, so don't worry about it. He's much too busy. You still haven't told me who you are.

He still didn't remember anything... was he always this slow?

Reblog:

-You haven't the faintest idea? Interesting...

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