I hope I do an okay job with Anita's character. She's already giving me trouble O_O
Mummy
"Look at him, Mycroft. He's so cute."
"Sherlock won't appreciate your terminology, Mummy, though he doubtlessly agrees with you."
Anita Holmes peered out her bedroom window, eyes following her youngest son and his best friend, who was gaping in a graceless but adorable fashion at the Holmes mansion. "Excellent judgement, Mycroft. I almost didn't believe you when you called in September to say Sherlock was bringing home a friend for Christmas."
Mycroft preened, straightening his amethyst tie. "You and Father be gentle with him, now. I'm sure he's terrified."
"We'll play nice."
"Well...go and greet your guest then, Mummy."
Prompt was #100: Writer's Choice: amethyst