Holmes, Mycroft-17-Room 317c, Greenwich Dormitory
Watson, John-15-Room 221b, Bartholomew Dormitory
Winchester, Dean-15-Room 221a, Bartholomew Dormitory
Winchester, Sam-14-Room 185a, Buckingham Dormitory
Novak, Castiel-15-Room 221a, Bartholomew Dormitory
Novak, Gabriel-14.5-Room 185a, Buckingham Dormitory
Lestrade, Gregory-17-Room 317c, Greenwich Dormitory
It would be quite pointless to include myself in this list, for it is a list of people that I, Sherlock Holmes, of Room 221b, Bartholomew Dormitory, currently find myself, able to attempt conversation with, without quickly becoming tired of their idiocy.
PlotLines, Editor and Co-Writer - PerfectlyParadox
Co-Writer who does most of the writing from chapter 16 onwards - geronim_oh
"How are you dealing with your Philophobia?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring John, who looked more confused as ever. "You haven't forgotten about that, have you?" Minerva smiled at him. Nine years ago she had met him and already knew something was special about him. His deduction skills were something she'd never seen before and yet he still remebered her fear of falling in love. "I'm doing fine, Sherlock. How about you?"
Sherlock knew what she was hinting at. He had learned that Minerva was a master at reading peoples emotions within seconds. She must have seen the love in his eyes. He recalled her saying: "A look into someones eyes, for even just a second, is enough for me to know exactly what their feeling." Knowing he would lie to her, Sherlock answered: "I'm doing well."
"I'm sorry, but what the bloody hell is going on?" John inquired.
A little piece from my story.
This Fanfic contains Johnlock, two of my Oc's and lots of mysteries.
Be prepaaaaaareeeed. *vibes to Be prepared*
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