A/N: My mother is mad, and she took away my notebook. Which is a pity, because I'm about halfway through one of these for an oc that I haven't introduced yet. Ah well. I probably won't be able to update for a while, because of homework and exams and all that necessary yet infuriating stuff that makes up what is known as 'real life'. Here's a little something to tide you over, I guess.
"…so if you would please remind President Adams that he must stop referring to our dear queen as 'Old Bessy', that would be wonderful."
Anthea nodded, not looking up from her Blackberry.
"Oh, and could you get Renfrew to deliver a four thirteen to my dear brother's abode?" Mycroft continued. "And tell him to get it engraved with the initials JW, please. My brother and Doctor Watson have recently become… romantically involved, and I think I ought to send them a gift as congratulations. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Very good, Mr. Holmes." Anthea said, still not looking up from her Blackberry. Doing Mycroft's bidding was of course a large part of her job, but if she let his Farmville crops wither, she'd never hear the end of it.