Ok, SO freaking sorry for the EXTREMLY inexcusable and overly long wait for the rest of this. I'm not even gonna call that old thing a chapter, it was a horrible excuse, and I hate it. I still love you guys and love your input. Oh, and I noticed that some people actually care about my health, so, thank you kind people. I've gotten better, and I took the bear down from off the ceiling, and put him back on his lamp.

Now, ON TO THE STORY!

Hermione POV

After we finished tea, I ended up staying for a bit, and we started to play Cluedo. You really don't want to know what happened, so don't ask. Let's just say it involved Sherlock deducing mine and John's card right off the bat, saying that the victim did it, even when, within two minutes, he had already deduced the winning cards. That led to a lengthy debate with me eventually agreeing with Sherlock, seeing the logical side of the argument, and the two of us going head to head against John, who kept arguing that the victim could not have killed himself, we were arguing that yes, he very well could have.

After we finally finished our argument, Sherlock got a text. DI Lestrade wants him to come in to the yard to talk about the case, to keep him updated and all that. So we caught a cab with Sherlock's cab getting powers, and headed off to the yard.

"Stop that."

"Stop what, Sherlock?"

"Fiddling with your shirt cuffs. It's annoying."

Oh. I was doing it again. After Malfoy Manor, I developed a nervous tick, pulling my shirt sleeves down repeatedly. I always wore long sleeves nowadays, to hide the horrible scar on the inside of my forearm. My family knows of course, they know everything.

Any ways, we arrived at the yard and then went inside. Sherlock had warned me about the stupidity of the place, but it was necessary, so we walked into the yard, as I was saying, and when we got into the office area on our way to the DI's office, we were almost immediately interrupted by a dark-skinned woman and a man with long-ish hair.

"Why are you here, Freak?"

Not even a breath after she spoke, I had immediate hatred for her. My eyes narrowed.

"And why'd you bring a girl with you, Freak? You his new girlfriend?" The man added, gesturing to John with his hand.

I decided to end the abuse.

"For your information, I am not in a relationship with either of them. I happen to be Sherlock's sister and I would advise you against calling him a freak."

"Oh, so there's more than one Freak? Ah, Now I see the similarities. Same eyes, same hair color, same Freakishness."

"Anderson, shut up, you're just lowering the IQ of the whole building. And I thought Hermione already said to please refrain from calling me a freak."

Anderson, that's his name.

"Well, Anderson, I hope I don't get arrested for this."

I walked up to him, swung my fist back, and punched him square in the face.

His head snapped back, and I stepped back to beside Sherlock again.

"Did you hurt your hand?"

"No, I've been punching pricks for a while."

You guys have absolutely no idea how hard this was to pump out. The bunnies ran away… (and took my writing talents with them) I'm tired, I'm listening to BABYMETAL, and I feel like I just wrung out my brain. *facekeyboardtime*

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