Hermione was almost unpacked and everything was almost in place. She was freshening up the lounge area when she heard a knock on the door. Hermione stood up, dusting her clothes off before walking towards the door. As she opened it, a man of average height with sandy blonde hair with a cane came to her door.
"Excuse me, is this 221 B?" Asked the man.
Hermione gave him a polite smile.
"No, Sorry. This is 221 C, 221 B is a floor down."
The man nodded.
"Thank you Miss, I was looking for my flat mate but he hasn't shown yet. I was a bit confused, but you straightened it out. I'm Dr. John Watson." He replied, extending his hand out for a handshake.
Hermione looked down at his hand, then back at the man.
"Hermione Granger, former student of Oxford. Graduated about a month ago. It was nice to meet you Dr. John Watson." She said, shaking his hand.
Not a moment later, a man was behind Mr. Watson.
"Come on John. Enough flirting with the Vacant." Said a tall man with dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to amaze her.
"Shut up Sherlock, I wasn't flirting!" Exclaimed John. Cleary annoyed by the taller man.
"Let's go, we have a flat to look at."
"Sherlock! Introduce your self, it's rude to meet someone and not tell them who you are." Said John, he seemed to know this man long.
The taller man sighed, and began to speak.
"Sherlock Holmes, able to use the art of Deduction. I am also a consulting detective." He said, before he was about to leave.
He hooked Hermione in, hookline and sinker.
"Wait, Mr. Holmes. What do you mean by...a consulting detective?" She asked.
Her curiosity brought a smile onto Sherlock's face, he turned towards her and walked back to her doorway.
"It means whenever the police are out of their depth - which is always - they consult me."
Hermione raised a eyebrow in confusion.
"But...the police don't consult regular people..." Said Hermione, before she could finish. Sherlock interrupted her.
"I'm not like regular person. I can deduce you if you'd like."
Out of habit, she used to turn to Harry or Ron when she wasn't sure about something. Just like then, she turned to John. As if asking if it was a good idea.
John nodded.
"Okay, go for it."
Sherlock beamed like a child in a candy shop, he loved to show off his skills in deduction.
He looked over to her visible suitcase, her name on a name tag.
"Hermione J. Granger, I believe the J stands for Jean. By your appearance your age is 31. There are ginger cat hairs over your Jumper, you own a ginger cat. From the symbol of your suitcase, you went to school abroad. You just graduated. By your book collection, I can tell you are very intelligent and your favourite author is Jane Austen. You are an Only child, for there are no other children in the pictures. You were close to your parents, but they are traveling. You moved to avoid your parents. Am I correct Miss Granger?"
Hermione looked stunned, Sherlock felt he got everything right this time.
"That...was amazing, brilliant. How did you..." Before Hermione could continue, Sherlock interjected.
"I see what most don't observe." Was what all he said, she was amazed.