My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

Hazel

This was very tiring. We hadn't recorded a case in a while, so I forgot the shaking of my hand when I hurried to write down notes and lists. When we all were reunited with Kitty, we saw her with a boy. Daisy's prediction was correct: 'Hazel, do you think Kitty might be with someone? She can't have gotten far without a companion; she can't go anywhere without Beanie, but that's probably because she likes her. Hmmmm.....'  The boy was named James. When we all agreed that it was getting dark, we decided to meet up again the next day.

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*at Fallingford*

Kitty and Beanie: sharing a room

Daisy and Hazel: sharing a room

Lavinia: a room to herself because she needs to rage quit freely

Alexander and George: got pushed into the basement by the girls and are left there to rot

After we had successfully jammed Alexander and George into the basement (this was the Honourable Daisy Wells' father's idea), we all returned to our room. Beanie was chatting happily to Kitty, who seemed extremely flustered that they were sharing a private room together. "Kitty looks like she's ate more than enough bags of Beech-Nut," I whispered to Daisy. Daisy nodded. "Maybe we should've jammed them into the basement?" she suggested. I flashed her the look that meant I-know-I-have-to-look-mean-but-I-don't-want-to-look-mean-but-at-the-same-time-I-do-want-to-look-mean. Daisy grinned. "You know I don't mean it Watson," she reassured me.

  When we had reached our room, Daisy threw herself onto her bed. "Who'll take first shower?" I asked. Daisy indicated me. "Go on, you take it." I smiled gratefully. I wasn't feeling too well after pretending to feel sick and almost falling off the phaeton. After I finished my shower, I dressed myself in my favourite nightgown, one that was a cool shade of pink. When I came out, Daisy was on her bed, thinking deeply. "What are you thinking of?" My voice jarred her back to life. "I'll tell you later Watson. I need to think about it for a bit," she responded. Twenty minutes later, Daisy came back. Her skin was glowing and smooth and she smelled nice. Her newly washed golden hair trailed behind her back and it glowed like her skin. She had a purple nightgown on, one that was made out of silk. I'd never seen it before. She caught me looking questionably at her and scowled. "Mother has bought me new lotions, face cream, face wash, body wash, shampoo and even hair oil. Not to forget, this new nightgown." I raised my eyebrows at her. "Oh, not that I don't like it," she added hurriedly. "I do like it, yes, I do, it's just that I have so many nightgowns that they," she said exasperated. "Are filling up more than half of my wardrobe space!" I laughed. That's when a gong sounded below. It was dinner time.

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Mrs Doherty had cooked a wonderful dinner for all of us. As she brought plum pudding to the table, most of us had already started eating, except for Lady Hastings, who was trying to avert her eyes from the delicious meal so that she wouldn't drool. As we all ate, I suddenly remembered. "Daisy, what were you thinking when I was showering?" I saw Alexander convert his eyes to me and quickly back and George smirking. "Well, Hazel, I was thinking, do we know James?" Daisy said thoughtfully. "No, we can't possibly know him, he doesn't know us!" I said. "He sort of reminds me of Ms Haulings and Edward. They look quite similar," wondered Daisy. I thought back to James' obvious care for Kitty and his dark hair. He had milky brown eyes, like Ms Haulings. Edward's eyes were blue, maybe that was because of his dad? Now that Daisy had referred James to Ms Haulings and Edward, I had to admit, they did look quite similar.

  "And we didn't even ask for his full name!" yelled Daisy, obviously furious that we had missed a small point of detecting. Everyone looked at us. "Shush Daisy," I hissed. Daisy blinked at everyone. "Oh nothing!" she said in a false cheery voice and waving her hand. Everyone went back to their conversations.

  "I think," I said, while swallowing some of the plum pudding. "We should ask James tomorrow."