I'm sorry readers! I lost my ruff draft of this, and I have been up to my skull in marching band crud! I'm sorry this is so late, but it's here now, please enjoy.
At around 8:45 pm, John and Sherlock were in the second floor girl's bathroom. Myrtle was being questioned by three 5th years with badges.
"I don't know when it happened! I was in the b- I was out. When I came back, it was here. Dead.I don't know what happened," Myrtle whined. Sherlock and John were just about to cross the rope with the sign, 'Scotland Seekers only, plus teachers,' when a 5th year girl with dark skin and frizzy hair stepped in front of them.
"Oh look, the freak's here! And who's this?" she asked looking at John.
"My associate," Sherlock glared going under the rope and holding it up for the shorter boy with a limp.
"Associate? Since when do you have associates?" the girl asked.
"The better question is: when is Anderson's girlfriend coming back from her vacation?" Sherlock practically hissed.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
It's obvious you spent the night at his house, given the fact that your hair isn't brushed and you are wearing the same robes you were yesterday,"
"Okay, I spent the night. My dad couldn't pick me up so I stayed with him, what's wrong with that?"
"The state of your knees," Sherlock smirked walking off with John behind him.
"Who's this lot?" John asked.
"A bunch of idiots that run around trying and failing to solve mysteries, like this murder..." the tall boy trailed off looking at the floor.
There was a house elf on the tile floor, it's big eyes wide and motionless, a small, empty potion bottle had rolled from it's grip.
"Oh God," John whispered looking away.
"No signs of a fight. The potion seems to have been taken on the elf's free will. But look what she wrote on the tiles," Lestrade stated. Looking around the body, John saw that the elf had scratched, 'röt' on the hard floor.
"Rot?" John asked.
"It's Röt, which is Swedish for roared," a smug officer smirked.
"Yes, Anderson, because in her last moments, the house elf decided to write roared in her final moments," Sherlock said sarcastically slamming the door to the stall the annoying boy had been in shut. Sherlock then knelt by the body again.
"Where's the bag?" Sherlock asked impatiently.
"What bag?" Lestrade sighed.
"The one she was carrying! Look at her dress, you can see that it's wet at the bottom, meaning she walked in or near a small body of water. It hasn't rained in hours and most of the cobblestone has dried up, meaning she was outside the walls before she came here. The only reason she would have been sent outside was if she was gathering something, which means she would have had a bag or a sack of some sort! Look at the spash marks on her leg. Thar means she was carrying something that was splashing water back on her, which would be a bag! Now where is it? Don't tell me one of you idiots moved it," Sherlock explained quickly.
"Has anyone seen a sack or a bag or something? No? Sorry, Sherlock, there's no bag. Maybe she dropped it on the way here," Lestrade said playing along.
Sherlock grumbled under his breath and walked out into the hallway. When John tried to follow, his leg slowed him down so much that when he got outside the bathroom, Sherlock was no where to be seen.
"Where'd he go?" John asked the air.
"He left," the mean officer that had originally stopped them said to him, "he does that. I wouldn't hang out with him if I were you. He's trouble. Do you know why he's here? It's not like he gets payed or gets credits or anything. He gets off on it. He does this because he thinks it's fun. I say, one day just solving the case won't be enough. One day we're going to be standing around a body and Sherlock Holmes is going to be the one that put it there."
I was going to add the last bit, but I decided not to and leave it there. I also almost added the next scene with this one, but when it became already two whole pages, I decided it deserved it's own chapter. This one isn't as long as the last one, but the next one will make up for it. Tell me what you think! Please review, favorite or follow!