Chapter 2
"So how does a young girl like you come to be outside 221B Baker's Street at half past eleven this miserable night?" Mrs Hudson asked, pushing more homemade biscuits my way.
I sipped my hot chocolate, scalding my tongue in the process, but also chasing away the worst of the chill. Putting the mug down and pulling my borrowed, floral towel closer I shrugged.
"I'd heard of an―" I grinned, "amateur detective that the police had been consulting for several major cases and was told he lives here. I was hoping that he could help me find someone." I explained, reaching for a biscuit. Crunching down I 'mmm'ed appreciatively; it was delicious.
"Who is this person, if you don't mind me asking?" implored Mrs Hudson, sipping her own mug of what smelt like coffee.
"I don't mind you asking at all," I said, wiping crumbs off my still saturated jeans. "I'm hoping Sherlock Holmes can help me find the younger of my two older brothers." I stated, finishing off my snack and reaching for my mum. I had just filled my mouth with warm chocolate when I noticed it had gone quiet upstairs.
"Mrs Hudson, would you be so kind as to show Prince Azihd out? Thank you."
My hot chocolate splattered everywhere as I spat it out in surprise. I leapt out of my chair and jumped back as it clattered to the floor.
"Oh Sherlock, look what you've done!" scolded Mrs Hudson, "Really, sneaking up on us like that."
I placed my hand over my heart in an attempt to slow the frantic beating and tried not to hyperventilate as I looked at the man who nearly gave me a heart attack.
Sherlock Holmes was tall with the same curly hair as me; however, his was midnight black. He had piercing blue eyes and cheekbones that jutted out of his pale skin, and was wearing a black button shirt with what seemed to be some sort of sarong.
He looked ridiculous.