Sherlock was sitting at the kitchen table when I came in. There were papers everywhere, and Sherlock was busy gazing into his telescope. No case then. He didn't look up as I passed him and walked into the living room.

'You're back early,' he said, still not looking up from his telescope.

'What?' I replied. I hadn't even thought he'd noticed me coming in.

'From the pub.'

Ah, of course. 'Kerry didn't show up.'

'The mysterious Kerry who has no records, no internet presence, and whom I have never been able to find.'

This lie was getting more and more ridiculous. Still, I needed an excuse for when I went out for magical reasons.

'I don't know what you want from me. Kerry's my mate, and he likes to go to the pub." Sherlock finally looked up and arched an eyebrow at me unbelievingly. I continued. 'I'm sorry you don't like it.'

'Whether I like it or not is irrelevant. You just insist on wasting your time at those pubs.'

'Jealous?' I teased.

'Wha-no! Of course not.'

'Just because you're above human interaction doesn't mean the rest of us are.'

'Emotion, by it's very definition, is illogical and irrational.

'Alright, Spock.' I picked up my laptop off the coffee table, which is definitely not where I had left it, and sat down in my favorite chair.

I entered Zariel's name into the browser and hit enter. The wizarding world had come a long way in the last ten years or so. They managed to create a Wizarding Web and even a wizard television network. Of course, only magical people could access it, but once it was up. There were Muggle Repellent Charms on them, but I was always especially careful around Sherlock because I wasn't entirely sure that they'd work on him.

Not much came up on Zariel beside a little extra background information. I logged out and glanced over my shoulder to make sure Sherlock was busy before I pulled my wand out and wiped my history. I typed a few lines in my blog, making it seem as if I had been been on it all along. I always had to make sure that I left enough on my history so Sherlock wouldn't be too suspicious.

I glanced back over at Sherlock. He seemed to be nearly finished with his experiment, so I quickly shoved my wand back into my sleeve. A moment later, Sherlock was standing behind me. The man moved so quickly that sometimes I'd swear the man could Apparate.

'I see you're working on that infernal blog of yours again.'

'Oi! Don't knock it. How do you think you've got all your business?'

'Irrelevant, unnecessary, boring.'

I sighed as I stood and stretched. 'I'm off to bed,' I said, yawning. 'I've work in the morning.' I started toward the stairs.

Sherlock made a noncommittal noise as he crossed the room and picked up his violin. I groaned inwardly. Now I'd have to put a Silencing Charm on my room if I had any hope of sleeping. I really hated it because I couldn't hear what was going on in the flat. Sherlock could set off an explosion, and I'd never know. Still, I'd had a long few days.

Just as I was about to open the door to go upstairs, there was a knock. I pulled to door open. Lestrade was standing there, scrubbing his hand over his face. When he noticed the door had opened, he jumped, apparently not expecting a quick response.

'Hey,' he said recovering quickly. 'Sherlock here?' There was a loud screech of the violin from behind me.

'Yeah, come in.'

Lestrade walked in, and I noticed a folder in his hand. Good. Sherlock was about to sink into one of his fits of boredom.

'I assume you have a case for me, Lestrade,' Sherlock said, refusing to turn and face us. I headed toward the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

'Uh, yeah. Young girl. Can't figure out the cause of death. Looks like she just dropped dead.'

'So?' Sherlock had finally turned around to fix Lestrade with a scornful expression.

'So, there were signs of a struggle, but she didn't die from any of the trauma.'

I spun around, nearly spilling hot water down my front. Last thing I needed was Sherlock investigating a Killing Curse. He'd just end up dragging me around getting frustrated. I still had the girl to look into, and he'd drag me all over London for a week before admitting that he had no clue what had happened.

'Where?' Sherlock asked.

'St. Giles, near where it turns into Tottenham Court,' Lestrade said, obviously relieved that Sherlock was taking the case.

Tottenham Court Road was near Diagon Alley. Not very surprising that they'd find a Killing Curse victim there. There was a lot of wizard traffic there.

Lestrade opened the folder. 'The victim's name is Zariel Mondragon. We can't find any record of her though, so we think it's an alias...'

Well shit.