ELETTRA || enola holmes

III.

As the group wandered towards her mothers study Elettra decided to part from then and make a cup of tea. Why? Because tea is the answer to everything. No, seriously. Somebody is cold? Drink tea. Somebody is thirsty? Drink tea. Somebody is tired? Drink tea. Somebody pisses you off to the max and you wish they would go away? Throw a hot cup of tea directly towards them, cup and all. Elettra was seriously debating the last one.

The girl sighed a flipped on the kettle, walking over to the oak cuboidal and carefully taking out a small cup, soon throwing in a teabag and lump of sugar in both. The kettle chimed and she poured in the hot water, mixing her spoon in a circular motion to dissolve the sugar. Once that was done the girl poured in a splash of milk and took the teabag out, bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip as she stared out the window.

She let the warmth of the hot liquid fill her mouth and appreciated the silence around her. The only sound heard was the absent minded tapping of her foot against the tiled floor. Well, that was until the voices from her mothers study got louder. The girl clenched her jaw at the disturbance but made her way over there none the less. As she joined her sister by the door she ran her hand through the end of the girls hair. It was a small gesture but brought Enola a surprising amount of comfort.

"She taught us herself." Enola proudly stating was the first thing she heard of the conversation.

Mycroft did not look impressed whatsoever as he scoffed, sticking his head up higher almost in disgust as she continued, "She made me read every book in the library."

Elettra could remember the two young girls sat at a round brown table in the library, books covered the table completely and the girls absorbed every word from the text. The knowledge was interesting in their opinion. Elettra favourite book she read was Macbeth. This caused great concern for her mother but oh well, it's just a book after all. Study sessions were her absolute favourite when she was younger. She enjoyed the silence, the book smell, and overall reading.

"Shakespeare, long, the encyclopaedia." Enola listed, a small smile plastered on her face as she continued, "and Thackeray, and the essays of Mary Wollstonecraft."

"And we did it on our own account, for our own learning." Elettra said, narrowing her eyes at both her older brothers.

"Which mother said was the best way to become a young..." Enola trailed off, glancing at her sister who nodded at her, "woman."

Mycroft's eyebrows raised in surprise, "well, this is what she wanted you to become?"

"Mycroft." Sherlock spoke.

Mycroft turned to him, throwing   his arms or to his sides, "What?"

Enola turned to Mycroft, Elettra could tell she was trying to remain as civil as possible, "I don't know what she wanted me to be."

Enola took in a deep breathe, "She left us."

She then turned towards her other brother, "She will return, won't she, Sherlock?"

Sherlock deeply inhaled.

"Won't she?"

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Elettra sat in the living room on the pale sofa, her elbows leaning on the closed copy of her novel that sat on her lap as she narrowed her blue eyes at the boy sitting across from her.