Sherlock's POV
As I run toward the school I don't look back. I have to get to Molly for the report on tobacco ash. I burst through the front doors and find myself blocked by none other than the principal.
"Oh. Terribly sorry, Sherlock, welcome back," he says with a pitying smile. I look him in the eye.
"No, sir, I'm sorry," I say because I know what's happened and it doesn't matter how much covering up he does I can get through it. He has recently lost his wife whilst giving birth to his son. Of course I don't mean it when I say I'm sorry. People die every day. The principle stares at me and I walk past him.
John's POV
I get out of the car, pull my stuff out from under the seat and thank Violet. Mycroft gets out after me, in a conversation with his mum, "And, John?" he says with his head still in there car.
"Oh, um yeah?"
"Good luck."
"Uh, thanks," I say awkwardly and I walk towards my new school.
Sherlock's POV
I finally reach the labs and throw the doors of room 34. Molly turns round with a squeak.
"Sherlock," she lets out her breath. Molly Hooper is wearing a white lab coat, goggles, gloves and her hair is tied back. She's holding a bowl with something I couldn't quite see in it.
"You've got a new hair cut," I state to a baffled Molly.
"Um, yes. Yes I have," she's always nervous around me, everyone knows it's because she 'fancies' me, "D-do you like it?"
"It's different from last time."
"Yes, it is," small talk is boring.
"Tobacco ash?" I ask her.
"Um, what? Oh, oh, the tobacco ash," she fumbles around with some papers on a desk and finds something and pulls it out. It's then I realise that she was holding a brain in the bowl.
"There you are," Molly hands me two bits of paper stapled together, I take and then she realises that she still has her gloves on and there's blood from the brain all over the papers. "Oh gosh! Oh, Sherlock! I'm sorry! I-I can reprint it, I can-" I put a hand over Molly's mouth.
"It's quite alright, Molly," she blushes a furious shade of magenta. I remove my hand from her mouth and take the papers and leave.
John's POV
I wander through the corridors trying to find someone who can tell me where my room is. Luckily I turn a corner and bump into a small, elderly woman.
"Oh! Sorry, dear!" She apologises.
"Um, I was wondering if you could tell me where my dorm is?" I ask nervously.
"Of course!" She exclaims. "Just follow me now!" She seems like a nice woman just quite... excited.... We walk till we get to a corner then turn left then another corridor then a right and the woman stops in front of a door with the name "Mrs Hudson" engraved into a plaque.
"Right then," the woman unlocks the door and marches in. "So, my name is Mrs Hudson. And yours?"
"John, John Watson."
"Ok, John.... Watson......" she mumbles as she types my name into a computer. "Oh there's an error. Just a second dear," she smiles over at me, "There we go. Oh! The head boy has made some changes but that's all fine. Such a lovely young boy, Mycroft," I've heard that name before, oh yeah, he's Sherlock's brother, "Right, John. You are in room 221 floor B, that's my floor! Here's your key!"
