Lestrade was feeling quite pleased with herself. If she were a cat,
she’d be purring. As it was she curled up on the couch of 221b Baker
Street, cuddling a cup of tea. How she managed to do this without
spilling it was anyone’s guess.
The sole resident of the Baker Street apartment present looked
at her over the rim of his teacup with only partially hidden envy.
Life had not been nearly so kind to Holmes today. "Lestrade, will you
please stop humming? You’re not helping my headache."
"Holmes, old bean, stop complaining."
"Mmm." Lestrade took a leisurely sip of tea. "I’ve been reading
Agatha Christie lately."
Holmes raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
Lestrade ignored him.
"Well, if you’re not going to explain, at least
"Mmm," Lestrade replied. She got way too much satisfaction out of
bothering Holmes, but she really didn’t care.
Rubbing his temples, the mistreated detective started to get up.
This action was impeded by a large black vortex opening and dropping
three people onto his lap.
The armchair tipped backwards, sending two battered Hogwarts
students, a furious Hogwarts Professor and a wincing Holmes rolling
onto the floor.
From across the room Lestrade could be heard spraying tea all
over the carpet in her surprise.
I happened to run across this again and decided it needed
at least one more part. After all, even our other "new" R/R has
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