THE TWINS and their brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft, were all sitting in the carriage, Enola and Emellia having huge smiles plastered n their faces and the brothers who surely didn't return it.
"Oh."
Mycroft said flatly
"Oh dear god, look at the house."
Mycroft complained.
"Isn't it wonderful?"
The twins asked in unison.
"What the hell has she been playing at?"
Mycroft said angrily.
Emellia glanced at him which he caught but decided to ignore it figuring that she has a creepy glance. They all got of the carriage, Sherlock helping them both down, them thanking him silently. They walked in a room and saw the table with books and rackets and the head of the statue of our grandfather. Mycroft picked up the blue racket that belonged to Emellia.
"What is this?"
Mycroft asked turning to the twins looking for an answer.
"Tennis?"
Enola said confused on how he doesn't know what tennis is.
He stood frozen looking at Enola as Emellia carefully took her gloves and hat off.
She then turned to look at Sherlock,
"Mother says we're getting quite proficient."
Emellia said.
A small smile appeared on his face. That made the twins quite happy that one brother actually cares about them. Then she turned back towards Mycroft. He held his anger in then looked at the wall and slammed the racket back on the table.
"Where the hell is she?"
He asked us.
EN- I would say this is going quite well,
EM- wouldn't you?
They followed Sherlock and Mycroft into their mother's room which Enola and Emellia didn't go in respecting her privacy.
"Her bed hasn't been made."
Mycroft complained.
"Hmm. Chrysanthemums."
Sherlock spoke.
"Clothes haven't been put away."
Mycroft kept going.
"And laurustinus, and Queen Anne's lace."
Sherlock said pointing out the flowers on their mother's table.
"Enough with the bally flowers, Sherlock."
Mycroft bossed.
"Enough with the bossing Mycroft."
Emellia spoke glaring at him.
Sherlock looked at me shocked.
"W- Okay sorry."
Mycroft apologized.
"It's fine just stop being so bossy. Please."
Emellia pleaded.
"But it wasn't foul play."
Sherlock said.
"How? Are you certain?"
Mycroft asked calmly.
"Her regular supply of drawing pencils has dwindled to nothing."
Sherlock said.
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Fanfiction(DISCONTINUED) 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 EMELLIA AND HER TWIN SISTER ENOLA go on an adventure to find their missing mother who vanished of their birthday. Then they encounter a Lord who is also escaping from home. OR 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 EMELLIA AND HER COPY AND P...
