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Aaron had been living in 221C Baker St. for a month now, and the boys of 221B Baker St. had barely seen so much as a glimpse of her on the stairs.
Sherlock therefore deduced she was definitely hiding from them. Why that is, he had yet to figure out. Every once in a while they would hear what sounded like a trumpet from the basement flat, though Sherlock knew form its slightly higher tones, that it was in fact a cornet. That being said, the same thing was happening now, and Sherlock was bored, and wanted to figure out the new girl. So, Sherlock being Sherlock, he grabbed his violin, and went down to the lowest flat, where the object of his interest was playing a variation of what he believed to be the Lord of the Rings songs. He pushed open her door, without knocking of course, then proceeded to where she sat playing. He stood next to her, and she tensed but didn't stop playing. He looked at the sheet music, and easily converted the notes in his head and started playing along with her from the 15th measure.
Aaron while this was going on, pretended he wasn't there to stop the shaking as she played. She had never played well with other groups of instruments. Only other cornets, or trumpets. She didn't want to mess up, and make a fool of herself, but ignoring him was getting increasingly difficult when she could feel the heat coming off of him in waves right next to her. Thankfully they were on the last measure, and she didn't have long to wait. As they played out the last note, Sherlock stared down at the girl next to him, waiting for her to acknowledge him. She looked up at him and was about to say something about his skill with a violin, when they both heard a rather girly scream come from the top flat. They both put down their respective instruments and ran up the stairs two( in Aaron's case) and three(in Sherlock's case) at a time.
They both ran through the door to find John trying to climb up his chair in fear and pointing at something on the ground near Sherlock's chair. The two of them looked over to see a Black Eyed Leucistic Ball Python making its way toward Aaron, who smiled and got on the floor to pick it up.
"So that's where you went Death! I've been looking all over for you! Silly snake, running off and scaring people." She cooed at it as it wrapped itself around her shoulders.
Both men stared at her, one in fear and the other in curiosity. Aaron looked at John apologetically.
"I'm sorry . I don't know how he got up here." John still looked faint.
"Why isn't he in a tank?" He asked in a voice that was just above a whisper. Aaron looked scandalized.
"How could I ever put my baby in a tank! That's not even a possibility! Plus he's had his venom removed so he's not dangerous." John looked highly doubtful. Sherlock on the other hand was very curious on the origins of the snakes name.
"Tell me Aaron, why did you name your snake after one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" She gave him a rare grin, something he planned to make happen more often.
"Thanks to a show called Supernatural, I have an obsession with the Horseman Death. And graveyards. They are quite peaceful." This explanation just Sherlock with more questions as she took her snake back down to her flat.