𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 // Leo [the irregulars]

𝐗𝐈|ipsissimus

Don't even try and tell me that wasn't cute because it was so awkward and sweet, and I just know that means it was cute

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When the six made it back to the mansion, they met with Mycroft and his guests in the room they'd first seen them in.

His guests were more than confused to see the teenagers entering the room, given that they weren't exactly a part of the Golden Dawn.

"Mycroft, who are these people?" Dion Cross asked from where she sat across the room.

Clementine hadn't left Leo's side since they had stepped back in the building, her head aching from thoughts of her nightmares. They stood side-by-side nearby the fireplace, the warmth soothing her somewhat.

Bea stood beside Jessie who was sitting down near Spike, and Billy sat off to the side. None of them spoke, choosing to let the man introduce them since he had been the one to lie to his guests.

"They're a group of special investigators," Mycroft explained. "I invited them here this weekend to try and find out who killed Richard."

"'Special investigators'?" Patricia scoffed as she lowered her cigarette. "What's special about them?That they're still going through puberty?"

"Mycroft, go and fetch the police!" Dion insisted.

It was at this point that Bea had had enough. "My friends and I have seen things, done things, in the last few weeks that you couldn't even dream of. So, yes, we're investigating and, yes, you will help us when we ask her to."

All the adults stared at the girl in shock, most likely not used to being told what to do by a teenager. 

Bea looked at them all, not standing down as she continued. "We tried to leave the estate. It's impossible."

"What on earth do you mean?" R.P. asked.

"She means that we're trapped here," Alan answered, staring out the window, before turning back to the room of people. "The eighth of swords has cast a spell on the house."

Jessie seemed nervous, her hands twisting in her lap, pressing against the soft material of the dress. When they had returned to the room, Jessie had chosen not to get changed back into the clothes she'd arrived in, wanting to keep the dress a bit longer, even if it was only for the night.

"How did you know that, Mr Crawley?" Leo asked from beside Clementine, giving the man a sceptical look.

"Look," he instructed, pulling the blind back further and pulling his pocket watch out.