A case of Stockholm.

Chapter Three.

I awoke the next morning after a good night's sleep. I felt as though I was being watched and so I rolled over but then there was nothing there. I dismissed it just as I had the other day. Today I would find my book and just read. But first I needed to make myself relatively presentable. I went over to my drawers and searched around for my favourite Autobot T-shirt which suddenly I couldn't find, which was bizarre because I was sure I'd put it in my drawer after it came back from being washed. Unless I left it on my bed which seemed highly unlikely since my bed is almost always clear.

I sat on the floor utterly bewildered. First my book and now my T-shirt. I was getting really good at misplacing things at the moment. I decided to look for a different T-shirt instead and after trying to find multiple T-shirts I realised that I was missing more than just one. This was getting ridiculous. I grabbed a random one from my drawer and picked a random pair of jeans and headed for the shower.

I stepped into the shower and my worries seemed to wash away with the water. But I had to leave and face my problems eventually. I got dressed and left my bathroom. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my clothing combination for the day. Not my best look. My Hufflepuff T-shirt hung loosely on my frame. Yellow was definitely not my colour but it's not as if anyone really sees me anyway. My cut off jeans revealed my incredibly untanned legs. I plaited my hair and headed for breakfast.

When I walked in the room it was empty. The dining room was rarely empty. Breakfast was always served at 8am, sharp. I left the room confused and headed to Hector's quarters. Today was already shaping into a really strange day. When I got to Hector's, I knocked on the door and it was answered by Hector looking as he normally does.

"What's happened?" I asked rather bluntly. I hate the idea of change.

"Nothing's happened. I was just to bring your breakfast to your room. Your parents have left on business and won't be back for a few hours." Hector replied.

A smile played at my lips as I thanked Hector and rushed back to my room. I needed to solve the case of the missing clothes. I was Watson-less Sherlock yet again. I started by checking my bed but there was nothing there. So I calmly walked over to my drawers and picked up the bottom drawer and turned it upside down. I searched through the masses of T-shirts and still no Autobot T-shirt. Where was it?

A knock sounded on the door and I made my way through the mess that was my room. I opened the door and Hector was stood at my door.

"Breakfast is served, Miss Porter."

"Thank you Hector." I politely took the tray containing my breakfast.

"Miss Porter? Has something happened?" he asked looking into my room.

I laughed. "No Hector. I was sorting through some of my stuff. That's all."

"Okay, Miss Porter." He said as he turned to leave. I shut my door and dumped the tray on my bed. For once I neglected my breakfast of toast with raspberry jam. I put the drawer back and made sure that I hadn't overlooked it somehow. When I put the last T-shirt away, I lay back on the plush, deep purple carpet that covered my room. Where had it gone? Actually, where was everything disappearing to or was I simply losing my mind? I was probably losing my mind. I got up off the floor and decided to go and get my book from the library. When I left the room, a sudden chill crept up my arms causing goosebumps. I ignored it and carried on my way to the library.

There's nothing quite like walking into that particular room in the morning. The large window letting the sunlight stream in from outside. Imagine that part in Beauty and the Beast when the Beast shows Belle the library. I get that sense of euphoria every morning. The spiral staircase in the far corner of room gave it a classic feel. Two whole floors of books was great. I walked along the walls, my fingers disturbing the dust that had collected on their spines. I walked over to my armchair, the blue fabric was losing it's colour but definitely not it's comfort. I looked at the table again but still no book. Where did I put it? This was getting out of hand now. I searched row after row of books but to no avail and as I passed the bookcases I noticed more books missing from their place on the shelves. Most of them, personal favourites of mine. Who would take books though? I decided to ask Marie about my clothes and Hector about the books. If I still had no answers then I would ask my parents when they got home.