Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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Recently turned seventeen, Elina Serenity Hooper stood in the hallway of Auriens Chelsea care home straightening her uniform in front of the mirror and smoothing her pony tail straight.
Auriens Chelsea's care home was a facility that was purely intended for the elderly who lived important lives and was expertly created to combine the best of the best in: craftsmanship, technology and design. Featuring to delight and make the end of peoples life's either in retirement or illness, comfortable and blissful.
After a years worth of training at college with her subject being nursing, Elina had passed her grades high and was automatically sent for an interview to one of the best facilities in the London area. Surprisingly, the place was on the corner of Kings Cross Close. That in itself explained why the residents lived so well.
"Miss Hooper?" A lady, refined and softly spoken, walked to stand a few paces away from Elina, holding a clipboard and straightening her oval glasses, perhaps out of habit.
"Good afternoon, nurse Stone." Elina's voice matched her peers and she managed to fix a light smile on her face as she slyly tucked her arms into her sides presentably.
Elina got the impression that the automatic interview she had worked herself towards for the last few months was not needed considering that nurse Stone twisted on her black pumped foot and pointedly made her way down the hall with the seventeen year old closely trailing behind.
A lift ride and three turns down narrow but highly decorated walls later, the nurse stopped at a door and knocked collectively against the wood. Walking through, the nurse eyed Elina up as she stood beside her, bearing the surroundings.
"Mister Holmes?" She called as if she was a teacher wanting to mark her student in. A male, in his mid-sixties sat in a navy double-breast fitted blazer with suit trousers grey in contrast and Oxford brogues. He sat with straight posture and eyes closed whilst his hands partook to be clasped against his chin. He held the illusion of being in a relaxed state whilst also being very aware of his surroundings. Elina had the idea that perhaps he had his fair share of action within his long drawn out life.
"Mister Holmes, this is Miss Hooper. Your new appointed nurse." Stone's introduced. Keeping her thoughts to herself revolving around the case that Elina in herself wasn't the first nurse appointed to the old sport and was probably one out of many who had walked these halls during their trial period, she cleared her throat politely and watched as the aged man slowly opened his eyes to flick a calculated gaze to her.
Elina Hooper was a long stretch from ever lacking intelligence and if her file on the chap meant anything, then the man with the peculiar gaze was a man that was vaguely known to work in the government. In her opinion, maybe he saw to his file to be that way in order to avoid further questions.
"Good evening, Miss Hooper. A cup of tea would be lovely and fine chance as one would say." The gentleman expressed in a passive, precise and utterly disrespectful way as he grabbed a newspaper, ruffling the paper to the sports page. Elina eyed the nurse beside her looking for assurance which she received in an encouraging manner.
