GENTLE | VISCOUNT TEWKESBURY

12| Why would we want to attract the bloody sharks?

[Y/N]

I REALLY HOPE TEWKS HASN'T MESSED THIS UP. I've been waiting for them for a while now and still no sign of them. At this point I have a feeling that something must have gone wrong. According to the original plan they should have been able to make it outside fifteen minutes ago. 

The wooden door at the main entrance opened and closed with a loud thud and I turned my head to find the two friends of mine. Enola was stuggling, trying to tear off the white collar of her uniform. When she finally succeded the girl was left wearing a plain black dress that reached her ankles. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun that was starting to fall apart. 

Both of them were flustered and out of breath which I assumed was from running around the school. I twisted the key as the engine started to make loud noises. Enola took the seat next to me, leaving Tewkesbury to sit in the back, facing the enormous brick building that kept getting smaller and smaller as I drove away. 

"Are you sure you can ride this thing?" the boy asked as I tried to avoid the bushes that decorated the garden. "[Y/N] watch out. No, no, no, not the bush" Louis kept yelling at me as I tried focussing on driving. "Shut up, you're not helping" I yelled irritated. 

Enola thew the white cloth that she was still holding, laughing. "I'm not finished yet!" she yelled loudly, loud enough for enyone and everyone in the school to hear. A series of 'Whoo-hoo's followed her sentence. 

When she finally calmed down she turned to me. "Happy to see you managed to stay alive without me [Y/N]" the girl smiled. "I missed you too Enola" I grinned at the girl, shifting my gaze form the path in fornt of me to the girl besides me. 

"Hey, no, no, no, no, no," Tewkesbury scolded. "Eyes on the road [N/N]."

Enola looked confused at the name, her expression read 'how many chapters have I missed?'. 

I shrugged, focussing on the path in fornt of me once again. Enola turned to the boy who accompanied us, trying to say 'thank you for saving my life, without you I would be hopeless' without actually saying that. 

"I didn't like it in there" the girl noted, referring to her stay at the school. "No one in their right mind would like being trapped in there Enola". Honestly I was so thankful that I didn't have to be sent there. 

"Now let's get back to London and find a propper hidding place" Tewkesbury suggested. "[Y/N] stop the vechicle" Enola ordered before the boy could say anything else. I winced at the sound of the brakes screeching and the automobile came to a stop. 

"What? What is it?" I asked the girl who seemed to be deep in thought. Looking straight I found that this was where the path split in two directions. One was leading to London while the other one was leading to Basilweather Hall. I can vaguelly recall passing the same sign when we first visited. 

"Why have we stopped?" asked Tewks. 

Silence.

"Enola whatever you're planning-" 

Silence again. 

"Enola" the boy said warningly. 

"We need to go to Basilweather" the girl said. "What?" the boy asked in surprise. 

I knew where this was going. And I aslo know better than to argue with Enola, it would only be a waste of time to do so anyway. Sighning I started the automobile again, turning right. 

"An injustice has occured. It's time to right some wrongs" came the girl's explanation. From the look of the boy's face it only confused his more. "You want a culprit, find the motive" she handed him a newspaper. 

"I don't understand".

"Tewkesbury when were you due to be inducted into the Lords?" I asked, raising my voice so I could be heard over the sound of the tires screecing. "Imminently" he answered shortly. "And how would you have voted on the bill?" Enola questioned. 

"The same as my father. I'd be for it" he replaid. "And who exactly knew about your plans on doing so?" 

"And who stands to gain the estate with your father dead and if you die?" Enola completed my question. "My uncle" the boy said as he finally started to understand. 

"You two think this is my uncle's doing?" he asked in disbelief. "It makes perfect sense if you think about it" I shrugged. "But he's a powerful man what on earth could we do?" the boy argued. 

"Solve the crime of course" Enola said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm with you Enola. But think about it. What are the odds? What chance do we have against his uncle?"

"[Y/N] is right. All three of us are extreamly lucky to have lived this long and you want to drive us into a place where there's most certainly danger?"

"Sometimes Lord Tewkesbury, you have to dangle your legs in the water to attract the bloody sharks!" Enola screamed in his face annoyed beyond messure. "Why would we want to attract the bloody sharks?" 

"Shut up, both of you!" I yelled and they both stopped. "Tewkesbury we're going to the Basilweather Hall weater you like it or not. We can't just pretend such an injustice didn't occur." I said glancing at the boy. "And you Enola stop being so hard on him, he clearly doesn't want to go back there."

THE SKY WAS DARK WHEN WE REACHED THE BASILWEATHER HALL. "This is a terrible idea" Tewks whispered as if he was afraid someone would hear him. "The closer we get the worse this idea becomes" he muttered as the automobile came to a stop. 

Enola hoppped off the vechicle and motioned for us to follow her. "Why are we doing this?" the boy asked once again. For some reason he hadn't stopped talking since Enola broke the news of visiting Basilweather to him. 

"Unlike most well-bred ladies I was never taught to embroider." Enola said walking through the garden and towards the family's estate. "I never molded wax roses, hemmed handkerchiefs or strung seashells" she listed. 

"Instead I was taught to watch and listen. I was taught to fight."

Having stopped in the middle of the garden the girl turned to face Tewkesbury. "This is what my mother made me for" she sighed. "And the same goes for [Y/N] too. We weren't taught to just sit there and let others handle our lives."

"Look Tewks, you need to trust us" I started. "Or else we will never find the answers we need."

The boy's expression changed. He starred at us deep in though before finally saying "So you two don't know how to embroider?"

"This is serious" I scolded punching his arm. A small 'Ouch' escaped the boys lips as her rubbed his arm where I had hit him. "That hurts" he complained. 

Enola sighed at his childlish behaviour. "We need to do this."

"You need to do this. We are doing this" she said with a look of determination, leaving the boy no space to argue. Turning her head she glanced at the building and then back to us. She shook her head, giving us an encouraging smile before grabbing both our hands and dragging us with her. "Come on!"

The boy turned to me and sighed finally aknowledging the fact that there was no running away from this. "It still hurts" he muttered. I fought the urge to punch him again. 

And I failed miserably. "Ouch!" 

"You deserved it!"

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