Belated Merry Christmas-Open
Mycroft had spent Christmas with his mother, and it was not the joyus affair he had hoped for. Sherlock had left for John, and even if the boy had bought him a lovely new umbrella he was jealous for the fact John seemed to be able to get through to his brother.
Walking back into the castle he liked around, hoping to see Gregory. He hadn't heard from the boy for weeks and was begining to get worried. Had something happened? Standing in the Entrace Hall leaning on the cane Charles had gave him, he pulled slightly at his jumper.










