Her steel blue eyes scrutinized every aspect of the door in front of her, lingering on the scuff marks on the knocker and the chipped black lacquer near the doorframe. The wind blew furiously, causing her hair to fly out next to her. "221b" she mouthed.
Ivy had one arm carrying a cardboard box marked "stuff". She pressed the buzzer and shoved her hand into her pocket. Almost immediately the black door swung open, revealing a slight elderly woman with short greying blonde hair. The woman smiled brightly at Ivy and straightened out her dark purple dress.
"Please come in!" She said, gesturing for Ivy to enter. Ivy stepped into the foyer. She kept her eyes fixed on the elderly woman in front of her.
- widowed
- hip problems
- semi-reformed alcoholic
- former exotic dancer (umm ok..)
- ...marijuana!?
"Ivy Belladonna. Do you have tea?"
"Oh yes, I'll get you a cuppa. Just make yourself at home!" The elderly woman replied cheerfully.
"I'm Mz. Hudson by the way." With that she disappeard.
As though on que, two men appeared on the staircase. They didn't seem to notice her at first.
Sorry this is really short, I just wanted to get out two chapters.
Till next time!
KB
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FanfictionIvy Belladonna was far from ordinary. °°° I swear to Mycroft, the book is way better than the description. °°° A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction
