Reichenbach Secondary (Teenlock)

Meeting The Head Boy

John’s POV

So that was awkward. That Anderson bloke looked like someone had crawled up his arse and is playing with his insides…maybe his face is stuck like that? I have just found out that Greg is sharing a room with the head boy, I bet that comes in handy. “I will have your football shirt get sent to your dorm. I gather that’s alright.” He drones on. It is nice to be welcomed here but I would like to get settled in, maybe have a shower. “Ah what dorm are you in?” He asks and I pull my crumpled schedule out of my pocket. It must say here somewhere. Aha.

“Erm dorm 221B?” I almost question even though it is written on my sheet of paper. My answer is followed by a very mixed response. Most of the football team are giggling and I can see that Greg is trying to keep a straight face. “Problem?”

“No no!” Greg waves his hands about, “That means you are in room two hundred and twenty-one house B. There are two houses; A and B.” He explains but I can still notice the small smirk playing on his lips.

“221B?!” A woman with dark, wavy hair exclaims behind me, “You are sharing with freak then!” She continues to laugh earning a scowl from Greg making her quickly shut up. “Sally Donovan.” She greets, something tells me that she is someone to stay clear of. “If I were you, I would stay away from 221B.” She tries to persuade before strutting off back to her friend…Anderson? Possibly.

“Listen mate.” Greg’s voice lowers into an almost whisper, “Your roommate, he is a bit eccentric just a bit of warning…” He trails and I nod. I don’t know why I am nodding I barely have no information! What if my roommate is a psychopath?! “Mycroft!” Greg yells across the playground at a taller, leaner figure with auburn locks and important stature. His blazer buttons are done up neatly, his shoes polished and his tie perfectly done. The figure which I have just learned to be a boy…well man called Mycroft strolls towards us. Interesting name. When he reaches us he flashes me an obvious fake smile before turning his attention to Greg. “Mycroft this is-”

“John Watson.” Mycroft interrupts and stares at me icily, “Mycroft Holmes, head boy of Reichenbach Secondary. Facere optimum vitae.” That I think is the school motto, he holds out his hand professionally which I except as gracefully as possible. “Do you want me to show you to your dormitory?” He asks and wavers Greg off like he is some sort of peasant.

“Please.” I reply and pull my rucksack back onto my back. I follow him towards the house that I have recently learnt to be house B and enter the dusty, old corridors. He stops abruptly causing me to nearly fly into him but I manage to stop myself, inches away. “Why have we stopped?” I ask and he sighs.

“This is where I leave you.” He states in his monotone fashion. This is not room 221, it is the corridor. “Your dormitory is on the top floor at the far side and that requires…legwork.” He grimaces at the thought of exercise. Great, a lot of stairs. Luckily I don’t have many belongings!

“So there are two hundred and twenty-one rooms?” I ask.

“No.” He sighs, “There were two hundred and twenty-two but there was an accident involving chemicals and what not. You can thank my brother for that, anyway! Of you go!” He ushers me away but it is like I am stuck to the floor; unable to move. “You look nervous.” He infers and I nod. “May I ask why?”

“I hear my roommate is a bit of eccentric, psychopathic freak.” Mycroft’s expression quickly changes from a blank, snobbish one to one of slight annoyance.

“Yes that would be my brother.” Oh no. Well done John! Made a twit of yourself on your first day with two people so far, no doubt there will be more. “Run along.” He turns and leaves briskly, not waiting for any other distractions. Here we go. Room 221B…