"Ok, off we go!" Mary yelled, running ahead of Irene and Molly on the dirt path.
"Where are we going?" Molly asked Irene.
"We are going to this festival. It comes yearly and when thought it would be fun to go."
"Who are we meeting with exactly?" Molly asked, curious.
"Well, there's Lestrade and John. I going to warn you, Mary and John have a crush on each other. But of course, neither of them will admit it. And then there's Sherlock." She smirked.
"What's Sherlock like?" Molly said, noticing the smirk.
"I'll let you find that one out."
Lights were lining the street. The whole place was illuminated in an inhuman glow that stirred excitement and curiosity to all who saw. There were tents and food and even silly carnival games that no one ever won. It was magical.
"Did you just fall?" John asked Mary as she tripped over a curb and fell. The three boys were standing on the sidewalk. The one that Molly guessed was John by his concern for Mary, was a little taller than Mary and had short blonde hair. The other two boys were taller than John and both had darker hair. One had brown hair, and was smiling. The other, who was the tallest, had almost black hair and looked incredibly angry to be there.
"No. I attacked the ground." Mary said sarcastically.
"Backwards?" John said, skeptically.
"Don't doubt my skills." She replied laughing.
"You trip all the time"
"No. I make random gravity checks."
"That's the worst excuse I have ever heard"
"Maybe" Molly said quietly "the ground needed a hug." It was meant to be just something that she said to herself, but everyone turned to look at her. She blushed deeply and was about to apologize when Mary smiled and patted her on the back. "New girl's already fitting in."
"What's your name? Mine's John" he said, looking kindly at her.
"Oh, I'm Molly" she replied.
"I'm Greg, but everyone calls me Lestrade" the other boy said, shaking her hand.
"And you, I presume are Sherlock" she said looking at the last boy.
"Presumably" he said, tightly. His voice was deeper than Molly had expected and for so reason it gave her chills. It got very silent.
"Well, I say you fell." John said, looking at Mary
"Thank you Captain Obvious"
"You're welcome, Sergeant Sarcasm".
They both laughed and started walking off to the festival.
"Don't worry about him" Lestrade said, motioning to Sherlock "HE takes so getting used to." Molly just nodded. There was a sort of curiosity that came to her mind when she thought of Sherlock.