"Mr Holmes, welcome, please sit". Said the principle, an anxious lady, her eyes sagging with purple bags and her neatly combed jet black hair, detailing grey strips due to the emotional circumstances she is dealing with. Her lips are thin as a straight line, her button nose red and small pieces of tissue extract was left dangling in her left nostril, her hands shaking as she served tea to Sherlock and John, then sitting down opposite them, breathing a deep breath and smoothing down her lilac pencil skirt, which hasn't been in good state as Sherlock could deduce.
"So, Ms Graves, I seem to detect that you are in a lot stress, don't worry, I am not here to interrogate you, I just want to say my condolences and I am here to solve this case." Sherlock clapped his hands together and put them under his chin. His eyes were stern with great concentration and John just smiled, giving sort of comfort to the old woman, in light of Sherlock's evil gaze.
"Oh please Mr Holmes, I am willing to let you have all access to the school grounds and documents of all the students and staff, if it means to help Lucy's soul and my school". Her eyes pleaded with Sherlock's, her lips quivered as if she was going to begin sobbing.
"I assure you Ms Graves, I am the best in all of England, you can trust me. John's eyes turned on him in a glare. Oh, and my faithful friend Doctor John Watson".
"Thank you Mr Holmes, Dr Watson, I am sure you will not disappoint".
"Well done Sherlock", said John as they walked out the main reception door and out the school gate.
"What did I do"? Sherlock look down at John, his eyebrow raised.
"Nothing. I am just happy to see that you are yourself again, all confident and cocky, it's a nice change". John smirked. Sherlock giggled, the delight was all his pleasure, he did miss being cocky and confident while he was dying of misery and boredom.
"I am glad John, it is "nice" to be back, if that is how you people say that".
"Yeah it is". While walking down the road, Lestrade had pulled up beside them in his car with a screech, pushing his passenger side door wide open.
"Sherlock! I need you, quick"!
"When don't you Graham". Sherlock sighed.
"It's Greg, now hurry up, it's another suicide".
