Amelia's POV
I was walking about the London streets for a decent amount of time, with hands in my pockets as the cold London wind blew ever so lightly.
The smell of bakery's and cigar smoke filled the air. People were everywhere, either shopping or having a nice outing with a person they fancied.
But I couldn't get what happened earlier out of my mind. Such a sensitive matter was brought up, and yet he done it with no knowledge of my roots whatsoever. Luckily, I was smart enough to counter him with his own game.
I should've let John stop Holmes from speaking, but I'm far too stubborn to give in unfortunately.
A horse and carriage passed by me; the sound of the horse's hooves tapping along the brick street.
My attention was stolen by a young boy at a newspaper stand chanting these words, 'ALLINGTON SET TO TESTIFY, READ ALL ABOUT IT!'.
I headed over to the stand, and the young boy took a newspaper out.
"Here ma'am, no need to pay." He smiled, and gave me the newspaper. I took it and thanked him. Then he began to chant the same words again.
I looked down at it and began to read.
Allington set to testify:
Due to allegations set towards Peter Langley, James Allington finally decided to testify against Langley, and his acts during the course of 3 years. Langley has recently been accused of fraud, and numerous crimes. The date for the testimony has been set for next week, but no further details has been broadcasted.
I looked up from the newspaper, and stared off into the distance.
Why does the name Peter Langley seem so familiar, I asked myself.
My thoughts were interrupted due to children running by, laughing as they did; holding bread in there hands.
"Keep your arses away from my bloody bread! You dodgy little bastards!" I heard a man yell, and a light giggle escaped my lips.
I folded the newspaper and held it close, as I turned around to go back to 221b.
Many minutes later, I arrived back to where I left. The door was already open, so I walked inside. There was no one to be found, but I knew both men were home. But let's not forget Mrs. Hudson.
I went to the living room, and saw her watering plants that were beside the window.
"Knock, knock." I said, letting her know I was in the room. She turned around, and greeted me with a smile.
"Oh, hello Ms. Lockhart. How was your walk?"
"Quite alright." I looked around the room. "I managed to recieve a newspaper." I held the newspaper in my hand.
"Wonderful, but I don't read such tabloids." She sighed, watering the plant. "I hate drama... and yet I stay here. Housekeeping for Holmes, where the majority of drama festers." She said giving a light laugh.
"Oh really?" I said, smiling.
"Absolutely. But I appreciate him. He is one of a kind... and that's something you eventually learn to admire." Mrs. Hudson assured.
She walked past me, and I followed her.
"Interesting... but I noticed you only mentioned housekeeping for Holmes. Does Watson not live here?" I asked, walking behind her.
"John? Oh no, but he used to. He lives with his wife Mary now. Only a couple of blocks away. But John occasionally comes here to check on Sherlock, and I." She explained.
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