I said I'd finish this although there's not actually that much left to write. Here it is though, it just ties it off the previous chapter a little.
Charlotte took the stairs two at a time. She'd been sent to find Sherlock and Mycroft who hadn't turned up for dinner. Strictly, chasing after the boys wasn't actually in her job description but she had perhaps the best relationship with the boys out of all the servants with the exception perhaps of Marie. Therefore if Sherlock was sulking she was the most likely of the servants to coax Sherlock from his room. It was unusual that Mycroft was absent too though.
She reached the upstairs landing and knocked gently on Mycroft's door.
"Mycroft?" she called. "Mycroft?" she received no reply. Unwilling to intrude if Mycroft was ignoring her as she was sure that this would be inappropriate, she dithered outside his room for a moment. Eventually she decided to find Sherlock and come back to Mycroft's room after she had sent Sherlock downstairs.
Charlotte dashed down the hall, holding onto her long skirts as she ran, and skidded to an inelegant stop outside Sherlock's closed door.
"Sherlock!" she yelled hammering on Sherlock's door. Again there was no reply. Charlotte was completely at a loss. Sherlock never ignored her. He always replied even if it was just to yell 'go away' but if the boys weren't in their room, then where were they? Of course, the nursery!
Charlotte rushed to the nursery, very much aware that the Master and Mistress were expecting Sherlock and Mycroft in the dining hall. She opened the door and with relief saw Mycroft and Sherlock. They were lying in front of the window, either side of a chessboard. Neither of them had noticed Charlotte enter; they were completely focused on the board. As Charlotte watched Sherlock moved one of his pieces with Mycroft watching him with narrowed eyes. Charlotte smiled as Mycroft moved another of his pieces.
"Checkmate." Mycroft said. Sherlock gave the board a cursory glance and sighed heavily.
"Again." he said sulkily. Mycroft glanced up and saw Charlotte standing in the doorway.
"You should be at dinner Masters Sherlock and Mycroft." Charlotte said. Mycroft stood up.
"Come along Sherlock." Mycroft said and spotting Sherlock's face he laughed and added "We can always play again later."
I think Sherlock would pick up the rules of chess very quickly and would be completely absorbed by the game. Since Mycroft is older than Sherlock and also just generally more intelligent I can imagine him beating Sherlock easily every time. Of course Sherlock is very stubborn and so I'm sure that he would want to keep playing anyway.
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