[Holmesbury AU]
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A famous painter, Enola Holmes, gets a visit from a loser, who always wanted to learn painting but couldn't, his name was James Tewkesbury (Yes I gave him a name😋).
Tewkesbury wanted lessons from Enola, so as Enola was gi...
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Phoebe Tewkesbury || Portrayed by : Issie Partridge 23 years old || Private detective
THE NEXT DAY
Enola's POV :
I was about 30% finished with my masterpiece, and as I was adding some touches, I heard the door open. It was Tewkesbury. "Tewkesbury? "What are you doing here?" I asked as I hugged him; he was hugging back. He pinched my back with his entire hand and said, "You okay?" "My family, they're closer to finding me, I saw them this morning; they didn't recognize me when I was running out, but gladly, you cut my hair," he said with a grin, as I was still hugging him.
We were so happy for each other until we saw his family. "Hide!" I said as he ran, "I saw him run to my painting room; my painting was there!" 'No! No! No! "Why there!" I thought to myself.
Tewkesbury's POV :
I ran to Enola's painting room, which was full of copies of her paintings, and looked at the masterpieces one by one with a small smile on my mouth. I looked at an easel with a not-finished painting on a canvas, and whispered, "This is the painting being talked about in the newspaper."
The roses, the garden, the walls are all stunning!They're so realistic, I wonder what Enola will think when she finds out I saw her drawing!
But wait, I haven't hidden yet. I checked everywhere, I knocked on the walls, and as I felt a secret compartment, I opened it. "This fits exactly for me!" I said to myself as I hid myself in it.
Enola's POV :
The Tewkesbury's went into my art gallery again. What do they want? I wanted to just kick them out. "How may I help you?" I asked with a smile on my mouth, "Are you sure you don't know James Tewkesbury?" Caroline asked, "Um, no, I've never heard of him; how many times do I have to tell you, madam?" I said, "Let me tell you this, Miss." We checked everywhere in the U.K.; Oxford was the last stop. "And painting was his passion; there's no way he didn't visit this art gallery." Whimbrel said in a loud voice:
I turned back at them, before walking back to my painting room, and told them, "Perhaps you should check on other art galleries." I said as I continued walking, and after a second or two, Whimbrel pinned me up against the wall with his cane, "TELL US...WHERE IS JAMES TEWKESBURY?" Whimbrel said loudly, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Tewkesbury's POV : I heard my uncle screaming and that my family was present; I wanted to go out and assist her but I am unable to.
Enola's POV : "I don't know," I said quietly. "You know, stop lying," Whimbrel said. "We checked other art galleries, this is the last one," Caroline said. I was screwed, Whimbrel began choking me until he got answers. "TELL US, WHERE HE IS," he said loudly, more tears streaming down my cheeks.
Fortunately, my brother Sherlock arrived just in time! He pushed Whimbrel to the ground, allowing me to escape. "Get away from my sister," Sherlock said. "No," Whimbrel said, as Sherlock punched him in the face. Whimbrel was bleeding as he walked away with Caroline.
Sherlock extended his hand to me, but I refused and stood up. "You can go out of there now!" I exclaimed as Tewkesbury emerged from my painting room, Sherlock's eyebrows raised, and I grinned.
"What happened?" Sherlock inquired. "Long story," I replied with a smile. "The famous detective? Sherlock Holmes, is your brother?" Tewkesbury inquired. "Yes," I replied quietly, looking down.
After a minute. "Hide!" I said to Tewkesbury, "Again?" He asked, "Yes! Again, GO!" I said as he went to the painting room, annoyed.
"May I assist you, Sir?" I inquired. "It's a bit strange, we checked everywhere in the UK and every art gallery, and he isn't present. We checked the art galleries and found no trace of him; might we check here as well?" Whimbrel said, causing me to panic.
"Um- I- Uh-" I stuttered, he was impatiently waiting for an answer. "Sure..." I said without hesitation.
Tewkesbury's POV : As I gazed around Enola's painting room, I noticed the painting she had been working on; it's so beautiful, with the flowers, the bridges, and the shading. I heard footsteps, so I peeked to see who it was, and it was my uncle and my mother. Oh no! They'll find me.
I hid in the secret compartment, after two minutes, I felt them closing the door and leaving, I sighed in relief.
Enola's POV : As Caroline and Whimbrel Tewkesbury stepped out of the last room, I looked down, and knowing I had disappointed Tewkesbury, I planned to help him, but it had all come to an end.
I was surprised to see Caroline and Whimbrel Tewkesbury leave the last room, the secret compartment, without Tewkesbury!Oh, you smart boy.
"Sorry, lady, he isn't here. Have a nice day," Whimbrel said as he left with Caroline; Sherlock left too.
Tewkesbury came out of the room, and I hugged him. "They're gone," I said with a grin. "Yeah, but they won't presume me dead." Tewkesbury said, "Well, you better get some rest." I said, as he nodded and left, "By the way!" I shouted, which made him turn, "My painting; you weren't supposed to see it." I said, "Oh, your secret is safe with me." He said that before leaving.
Tewkesbury's POV : As I returned to my apartment, I saw my sister, Phoebe; I hadn't seen her in a long time; in case you're curious, she went away from home for some job that we still don't know about three years ago.
I went up to her to give her a hug, but she put her hands in front of her and said, "Hey, listen, I miss you too, bud, but why'd you escape home?" Phoebe asked, "How did—" I said, but I was interrupted, "I do that?" I've been a private detective assistant of Sherlock Holmes for a while. I visited home a few days ago, and you weren't there, and I traced your footprints, and your trail leads here. Answer my question," Phoebe said. I looked down. "I took art lessons," I said.
"You need to go back home." She said, "Do you expect me to live with people who have never wanted me to pursue my dreams? NO!" "Fine," Phoebe said as she sat down on the couch, and I sat down next to her.
I heard the door open a minute or two later; it was my mother and uncle, and I saw Phoebe screaming, "James!"Mother said in anger that, after they found me, my uncle dragged me out of the house and hailed a cab.
I was looking out the window the entire carriage ride; I saw Enola's art gallery, and I also saw her stepping out, and she noticed me. I saw the worry in her eyes.
