Lestrade's Carnival of Wonders
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Sherlock Original canon -circus au
Lestrade grew up in the circus, was a barker as a kid and learned to juggle and walk the tightrope from his old man. He knows every trick in the book when it comes to stage illusion, and he's still never seen anything like Sherlock.
It's street magic, it's not top hats and capes, but Sherlock can walk out into the ring and yell out a name and when someone stands up, Sherlock goes to town -- tells him about himself, or herself, pulls them down to do a card trick that ends up with their business card shuffled into the deck, makes black cats appear out of nowhere. The black cat trick his his specialty and damned if Lestrade knows how he does it.
Sherlock's got a brother named Mycroft who's infamous in performing circles; used to be a high-wire act but now he does backstage design stuff for Cirque de Soleil. Sherlock sniffs at him for a sellout.
He's not a friendly lad, is their stage magician. He's only got one real friend, and that's John, who did a strap act for a while (flying high in the air, swinging and flipping and knotting himself into the strap only to tumble out of it). Well, he still does the act, but he didn't for ages. When Sherlock showed up, John was just a stage hand, still limping from the fall that nearly did him in.
Lestrade doesn't know how Sherlock fixed him up, either. None of 'em thought John would ever go up again.
He's annoyed, of course, by all he doesn't know, but he has to admit -- Sherlock brings in the crowds.
