WHATS HAPPENING?! | Enola Holmes

Chapter 1

A guy, clutches on to the collar of her jacket, crouching over her as Andrea lays on the ground, elbows supporting her slightly. "Who are you?" The guy clutching the collar of her jacket demands. Andrea just stares at him? for a second. 'This can't be a guy.. he's to feminine.. unless he's trans? I don't know!'  She thought. The guy, girl? shakes him slightly. "Hello?"

"Oh uh, Andrea Russo." Andrea introduced herself before grimacing slightly. "Uh, can you let go of me now?" She asked, smiling awkwardly. The person stares at her suspiciously before letting go of her collar and sitting back down, staring at her with a weird look on their face. "Uh-" Andrea was about to ask for their name, before a sound catches her attention. She grabs her bag and guitar case and put it on the chair before looking up.

A bag moves around before a sneeze erupts from it. Andrea looks at the person, who she still doesn't know the name of, confused. "I don't think bags sneeze-" She said but is cut off by a grunt. She looks at the bag bewildered. A knife stabs out of it making her jolt slightly, the fabric tears as the knife drags across the bag, making a hole. A hand erupts from the whole, trying to open the bag, a head pops out as he succeeds before the zip get stuck.

He grunts before he falls off the shelf. "Whoa!" He shouts in surprise, the bag landing on Andrea's foot. "Ow! What the fuck." She cursed, jumping back on the seat, clutching her foot. The girl/boy person stares at her bewildered before turning their attention to the bag traveller. He looks at them. "Hello." He greets, as if he didn't just fall off the shelf

"Please get out of this carriage." I'm just going to say its a guy. A very aggressive guy. "I can't, I'm in hiding," The bag traveller denied his pleas for him to leave. Andrea looks at him confused.  'Why are these people dressed like they are from the Victorian Times..?' She thought, looking at the way they are dressed.

"Bit of a to-do, bribed a porter to put me in this and get me on board." He inhales sharply, his eyes shine with pride. "Get out of this carriage right now, preferably the both of you." The aggressive boy demands. Andrea scoffs. "Rude." The aggressive guy glares at her. She puts her hands up in defence. "Jeez calm down." She muttered, rolling her eyes.

"You're a strange-looking gentlemen." The bag traveller said, sitting in the seat opposite the other guy. "You think you look normal?" The guy retorts, making Andrea snort. "You're not a boy at all." The bag traveller commented, ignoring his comment. "I might be a boy." The guy replied. Andrea chuckled. "Sure." She wasn't convinced.

"Who are you?" The bag traveller asked. "What are you?" The question was ignored. "I'm Viscount Tewkesbury, The Marquess of Basilwether." Tewkesbury said, again ignoring his remark. Andrea stifles a laugh. "What a name.." She whispers to herself. Not seeing the amused smile on the 'guys' face and the offended look from Tewkesbury.

"You're a nincompoop." The guy said, Andrea looked at them confused, "A what-?" She said before she is cut off. "Who are you?" Tewkesbury asked, staring at Andrea. "Wow just cut me off then. Andrea Russo" She muttered before introducing herself. "Now, where the hell am I?!" She demanded. "On a train." Tewkesbury replied, like it was obvious. Andrea groaned, throwing her head back and her hands in the air.

"Anyway, I'll have you know, I have just undertaken a particularly daring escape." Tewkesbury boasted. Andrea rolls her eyes. "Not really." She crosses her arms, leaning against the door of the compartment. "You have not escaped." The other guy said, agreeing with Andrea. "There is a man in a brown bowler hat currently on this train searching for you, once he find you, he will think I helped hide you, and I will be endangered by this." The guy's voice was stern, like no rooms for argument.

"Therefore, I ask you both to get out of this carriage." They said, Andrea gave them an offended look. "Hey! What did I do?!" Andrea whined. "I don't know how you fell out of the ceiling. But I don't want anything to do with it." They replied. "Wow thanks, you are too kind." Andrea snarked, throwing her head back, hitting it against the door.