Athena Holmes was a quiet but intelligent girl. She kept to herself and found no care for the world. She can be described as a perfect mix of the other three Holmeses. Calm, cold and collected like Mycroft Holmes. Blunt, clever and sociopathic like...
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A T H E N A' S P O V
As I carefully held the violin in my small hands, my older sister Eurus began tuning the strings with a practiced precision. "Why are you giving me lessons this time?" I asked, puzzled, as I usually received instruction from a stern-looking man that Mother privately hires.
Eurus smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and confidence. "Adults like him are incompetent," she declared, adjusting the bow. "You'll learn more from me. Trust me, Athena."
Curiosity lingering, I nodded, placing the violin under my chin. Eurus guided my fingers on the strings, showing me the right positions. Patiently, she explained each note, making the lesson feel like a secret shared between us.
As the melodious notes filled the room, I couldn't help but marvel at the way Eurus played. "See, Athena," she said, her voice softening. "Music is a language. You don't just play the notes; you express yourself." She spoke in a way that if you could only hear her voice, you wouldn't assume her age did not reach double digits yet.
Just as we immersed ourselves in the music, our mother's voice echoed from the living room, calling us to join the family gathering. Eurus and I exchanged a knowing glance, Mother had been nagging us all week about taking a family photo. She had even gone as far as to hire a really expensive photographer. I smoothed out my dress and followed her downstairs.
We entered the living room and I scanned the room. Mycroft sat down on the sofa, his hand resting on the arm of it. I haven't seen Mycroft since he was scouted to join that fancy private school all the old money kids attended. Sherlock stood next to Mother, clearly irritated.
"Mother, do we really have to do this now? Or at all? My experiment is almost done!" Sherlock whined.
"William, you're 11 not a scientist. It's a family photo! None of my children like to take pictures so I need at least 1 good quality photo for closure. Now suck it up and put a big smile on your face for the photographer. He will be here any minute." Mother said, annoyed.
"Ugh, don't call me that!" Sherlock turned on his heels and sat down on the sofa next to Mycroft with his arms crossed.
Mother turns her head around and makes eye contact with me.
"Oh my beautiful daughter! You look wonderful in that dress! Come, let me see you." Her mother says, smiling widely, her hands ushering me to come closer.
I walk to her and she grabs my shoulders, twirling me around.
"Perfect! Now make sure to smile for Mummy, okay?"
