Streets of London

"Thank you..." Her continued presence in my life was a relief. Especially given my newfound fears

I smile. 'You dont have to thank me, crouch.' I Stand up, looking around for the time. 'I have to get back to the school.'

"Very well. I won't ask you to take me back with you."

"Good luck."

And good luck to you.' I smile, hugging him quickly before dissaperating.

Christmas...

What a loathsome holiday.


Sherlock Holmes had his signature blue scarf and long black coat on, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he wandered the streets, to think over his last brush with Jim.
His breath came in fogged clouds in front of his face, silver eyes gazing into seeimingly nothing.

His phone buzzed.
He pulled it out and gazed lazily at the screen.


Ah, at last, that Ivan Boy was up to something that might help both of them at some point.
A small smirk.
Sherlock rarely needed, or wanted, help.
But a footman was always for hire.

Still not entirely certain of what was going on, I arrive at London and look around. "But Saph... I'm..."

She wasn't listening as she led them into a large darkened warehouse a pulsing techno beat could be heard and it increased to an insane volume once they were in. Instantly in a throng of dancers. It was much like Jinx's club in New York along with the same spell cast on it to allow one to act on inner desires with out thought.

I go inside and instantly start to relax as I get into the music and start dancing to it.

She grinned kicking her bottle back before dancing with him the upbeat fast pace was like a drug to her brain.

"W..ww...wwhere'd ya finddd... this place..."

"Jinx told me about it actually.. first time I've ever been." She smirked moving a little closer to him so they could hear each other.

"Well this is awesssssssoooooommme! I was SO worried.. ya were goin'... do somehtin' else...."

"I just broke off my engagement ... I just wanna party and get trashed!" She yelled in excitement before downing the rest of her bottle.

"yeaahhh sorry but, I didn't thinkkk Chimmy would ever settle down... it ain't him..."

A small frown crossed her face but she quickly smiled again though the sadness seemed to stay in her eyes "I should have known it was too good to be true.."

"Sorrrryyy, I can't believe he let a hot, smart dame like ya get away.."

She shrugged "his loss...any way let's go to the bar.. Jinx said they have this drink called a color bomb and its supposed to be the best drink ever."

"Yeah screw him... we can find yaa better.." I follow her to the bar.

"Fuck 'em! I don't need a guy to be happy." She led him over to the bar and ordered their drink. Two tall shot glasses were placed infront of them layers of colors floating on top of each other with in it.

"Yeah! That's the spirit!" I grab the drink and try it out.

She downed hers enjoying the explosion of flavours. Instantly she felt drunker than ever.

If there was even so much a whisper of sobriety, it was drowned out with this latest drink.

She grinned at him "that's like... the bestest drink ever!"

I'm reduced to just incoherent laughter while nodding my head in agreement.

She giggled as she took his hand and led him through crowd, with each step the music grew louder and louder coherent thought abandoned as she began to dance again.