Sherlock smirked and let the bow dance across the strings. As if on cue, a pompous looking man appeared in the doorway.
"Mycroft!" Xena shrieked and ran to hug the older man. He leaned down and lifted her off the ground into a hug.
"You're getting heavy." Mycroft complained and set her down quickly.
"I know but there are so many girls with birthdays in the spring. And I'm friends with all of them, so they give me extra cake at their parties."
"Cake." Mycroft groaned. "Tell me about it." He sighed and sank into John's chair.
Xena took the umbrella from her older brother's hand. "It's not raining today, My."
Mycroft gave her a patient smile. "April showers, bring May flowers."
Xena fingered the handle of the umbrella and impulsively pushed the button to open it up.
"Don't!" Mycroft said, leaning forward. But his reflexes were too slow. With a satisfying bang, the umbrella blew an elegant little bullet hole in the ceiling.
"Wow." Xena said, impressed.
"Give me that!" Mycroft snatched the umbrella from his sister.
"And they say "bad luck" is the only thing that comes from opening an umbrella indoors." Sherlock said.