The Hidden Mansion in London's Heart (Prose)The Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard
~ Chapter 2 ~
The Hidden Mansion in London's Heart
It was in a strangely uncomfortable fashion that the young lady replied to my question; a pause, a nervous glance from my face to that of my friend, and a quiet: “Yes, they didn’t hit us.”
I wondered what it was that made her so nervous – surely she couldn’t suppose that she and her friends were in any danger from Sherlock Holmes and I. But only I nodded in response, and started towards the waitress, who lay in an undignified heap by the door where she had fallen.
“She’s not hurt.” said the girl, whose voice was clear and precise, but gentle.
Having not the faintest idea what they had used to knock her out however, I bent down to examine her anyway. True to the girl’s word, she could have been sleeping.
Behind me, Sherlock was addressing her: “I appreciate your attempt to shield us, young lady.” he said. “But you should have r
The Strange Case of Amelia BonesSherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard
Chapter I ~ The Strange Case of Amelia Bones
I had never known my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, to be as totally preoccupied with anything so deeply and for such a long time since the death of the late Professor Moriarty as he was over the course of the year preceding this narrative. And never, in all the years I had known him, had he been as recalcitrant in answering questions.
For some months, I had thought it was just the strange case of Ms. Bones which had absorbed him so thoroughly. Ms. Amelia Bones, a quiet middle aged lady living alone in London, had been found dead in her home. All the doors and windows had been locked from the inside and there was no evidence of a break-in, yet there were clear marks of a desperate struggle. Sherlock had originally scoffed at the sensational nature of the reports, and lost no time getting on the case himself. He told the police that the people they were looking for were fo
Drarry  - Detention"You have got to stop this, Harry." Hermione exhaled, as she shut an old dusty book, putting it back in its rightful spot on one of the shelves. Harry aimlessly followed her around, watching her place book after book back to where they should be, as they wondered around the library. Harry frowned, shrugging his shoulders with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
"You're over reacting, Hermione." Harry spoke, sitting on top of a nearby table as she scanned the bookshelf beside her. Once again, letting out another sigh, she gave him a stern look, wanting to get through to him.
"Over reacting? You shouldn't be sneaking out at night, getting yourself detentions. Matter of fact, what were you even doing sneaking around with Draco?"
"We were just hanging out, Hermione. Getting to know each other, you know? It's only a detention anyway, it's not that big of a deal."
"I really worry he's a bad influence on you..." Hermione murmured, earning an eye roll from Harry as he got up to leave.
Drarry  - ReminderEventually, the flying around did stop, and the two ended up landing in the quidditch pitch. Draco didn't really feel like going back to his dorm yet, so instead he motioned to Harry to just lie on the grass beside him, so they could stare up at the night sky. Not seeming to protest, Harry put the broomstick down beside him, joining Draco down on the floor, lying next to him. He felt the grass from the pitch lightly brush against his skin as he nestled into it, trying to get as comfortable as he possibly could.
The Slytherin smiled, gazing up at all the stars above. Unlike the ceiling in Hogwarts, when you glanced up at this, at the real darkness of the midnight sky, it was definitely so much better. It was like you could get lost in it, staring endlessly into all those glowing lights above. Draco lazily lifted an arm up into the air, squinting one eye as he pointed with his finger, seeming to trace his fingers over the stars. Harry rose a brow, completely oblivious to what he was tryi