Tractor update (yes, these are going to become a thing. I'm individual. In the words of Magnus Chase: sue me.*): My dad and I are arguing about whether it was a tractor or a dustcart that just past. Neither of us saw it, we only heard it. He's saying dustcart, and I'm saying tractor. Both are quite heavy on the road.
Anyway, here's the next chapter :)
I got more tense and worried each day when nothing happened. Easter came and went, and nothing. My father stayed just over the border. If you're going to kill us, get it over with!
I sent John and Sherlock on a few 'dates'- they usually ended up going to the library or the room on the seventh floor because otherwise John ended up having to describe the scenery to Sherlock, and even though Sherlock wanted to know what their surroundings looked like, he soon got sick of having to have it described to him by someone who didn't notice as much as Sherlock used to.
Upon seeing that Sherlock had a boyfriend, Mycroft decided to congratulate him. In a very Mycroft-y way.
"Congratulations, brother mine, on finding yourself a goldfish." Mycroft slipped into the seat opposite us.
"Likewise." Sherlock said shortly, turning away.
"I think I shall take that as my cue to leave." Mycroft said, spying Greg across the hall.
"Good idea." Sherlock muttered under his breath. I smirked.
John sat down in Mycroft's deserted seat.
"So, you and Sherlock, hmm?" I asked, looking at John over my interlaced fingers. I had enjoyed teasing the pair in the past term.
"Well, yeah. I thought that was fairly obvious." John said.
"Sherlock, you're rubbing off on him." I said, before lowering my voice. "Is anyone else worried that it's been a term, and he hasn't tried to get to us yet?"
"Yes." John replied promptly.
"He probably wants you to get jittery, and then start to forget the danger, and then he'll come." Sherlock said.
"Yeah." I muttered, not really listening. "I'm going back to Ravenclaw. I need to go to my mind palace."
Sherlock and John nodded, and I left them.
I walked into the map room, expecting my father to be in the same place, only to find that he had moved.
I gasped, and sat up on my bed. I reached into my trunk, and found a spyglass. Mycroft had got it for me three years before I came here. He had got one for Sherlock too, because we were always playing at being pirates. Some people had thought that the ones he had got were too professional for eight-year-olds but I had carried on using it even after we stopped playing games. I silently thanked him now for getting us good ones.
I ran up the steps of the tallest astronomy tower. I looked through the spyglass at the distance, which was suddenly magnified.
There was a deserted house on the far hillside, one that had been there for years.
But what hadn't been there before was the man disappearing into it.
*Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer (hardback copy) by Rick Riordan, page 28, fourth line down, to be exact. Just in case you were wondering. You probably weren't.
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