Sherlock’s hand gripped the wand in his pocket so hard it almost snapped. He’d known it would be some such intolerable nonsense the moment the door swung open far enough to reveal his detestable brother occupying one of the chairs set before the Headmistress’s desk. "You must understand that these kinds of engagements are necessary," he’d said in that damn hyperbole of poshness that was his accent, "as you, one day, will be expected to become a great man." ***Posting a chapter per day, complete work on Dec 15*** 🚨🚨Attention, please!!!!🚨🚨 You must go immediately and read (or mark for later) this new work by EnglandWouldFallJohn I am lucky enough to call her my friend, and undeserving of the fact that she is writing this specifically FOR me. https://t.co/7IL18MDKq6 !All the Kudos! It's going up in parts and since it was kept secret to me, i can not summarize past what is in the actual summary and tags. But what is there is perfect!!! Please spread the love. Kudos and comment the hell out of this!!! #DoItForEngland
