Reichenbach Secondary (Teenlock)

The Magnifier

John’s POV – Three Days Later

I wake up not to the sound of my alarm but to the sound of my irritating roommate bashing around his belongings. I groan and shove off my warm bed covers to take a peek at what Sherlock is being so frantic about. He is currently tipping out his satchel in panic; whatever he has lost must be incredibly important to him. “Give it back!” He exclaims pausing for a moment before continuing wrecking everything.

“Give what back?” I ask getting up into a sitting position. I get ignored…surprise, surprise. I will just leave Sherlock to find this mysterious object. He will probably deduce someone and found it; oh yes a couple of days ago during my confrontation with Sherlock he total me about the science of deduction. I understood very little but it was incredibly interesting. But I do understand why most people think that it is bullshit.

“Who was in here last night?” Sherlock asks and I ponder over the question.

“Erm well…” I think as he watches me impatiently. “After Maths Mike came back here because we were chatting-”

“Not him! He’s an idiot.” Sherlock interrupts causing me to role my eyes. Who else, who else.

“Oh and Philip and I did our chemistry project together before Greg interrupted us to talk about football-”

“Anderson!” He yells angrily making me jump back in surprise. I decided to stay quiet and Sherlock thinks some stuff over in his head. He is always thinking. But if I said something like that to him he would reply with something sharp and witty like ‘of course I am thinking John! We would die if our brains stopped processing information!’ but that is Sherlock all over. “Breakfast?” He asks calmly and I just nod in response. I climb out of bed and wander into the bathroom to have a quick shower and to get changed before breakfast. The weird thing about his suggestion is that Sherlock barely eats anything. No wonder he is so skinny. I bet he couldn’t even lift me and I am tiny. “Hurry up John!” He shouts through the door.

“It is alright! I am coming.” I reply stepping out of the shower.

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We stroll out of 221B and hop down the stairs to go to the dining room in the main building. It is still quite early at eight o’clock but I am used to waking up early. When I was still living with my grandparents, Harry and I would have to wake up a six every morning to the walk the dogs before school. God how I miss her. I hope she doesn’t feel like I’ve let her down just leaving like that. We stride into the main building and Sherlock flings open the dining room doors dramatically and walks straight over to Philip, Sally, Mike and Greg who are sitting at their usual table. “Give it back Anderson!” Sherlock yells getting closer. Philip tries to act all innocent while Mike and Greg ignore the situation. Obviously this is a regular occurrence. Sally mutters something under her breath about Sherlock being a freak which honestly has started to get infuriating. “Give it back.” He repeats.

“I don’t have it.” Anderson claims, “Anymore.” He adds smirking.

“Please!” Sherlock exclaims as his eyes begin to get red. Oh my gosh is he going to cry?! “Give my magnifier back, my granddad gave it to me.” He is on the edge of begging. His magnifier…oh yes! It is almost his prize possession, he said something about his granddad and he liked using magnifying glasses to identify insects when he was a kid. So his granddad gave him a magnifier a couple of Christmases ago. He is dead now.

“Can’t help you.” Anderson mutters continuing to eat his breakfast without batting an eyelid. Sherlock storms out in a mixture of anger and emotional pain. I cannot help myself. I grab Anderson by the collar and pull him into an uncomfortable position leaving Mike and Greg shocked. “Get…off…me…” He speaks out in between shallow breaths.

“Where is it?!” I demand pulling tighter and tighter.

“I have it!” Sally cries the other side of the table. “But why would I give it to you? You wouldn’t hit a girl!” She torments. Think John think…

“Yes.” I state, “But I have my hands around your boyfriend’s neck.” I glare at Sally tightening my grip.

“Okay!” She shrieks as she fumbles her hand in her pocket pulling out Sherlock’s magnifier. I release Anderson from my grasp and approach Sally to take the glass.

“I will take that…” A monotone voice instructs behind me. I turn to see Mycroft staring me down, I am in big trouble now…