![]() ![]() Not my fault her room would smell like chemical warfare for months. I warned Marcus his calculations were off, but Professor made me promise to let him run at least one lab on his own before term was over. How he managed to do so, despite the two contingencies I’d put in place to make it impossible for him to ruin it, the greatest detective in history would never be able to deduce. ![]() Lunch was followed by a long, boring lab as Marcus Gregson turned our chemistry experiment into a black, smoldering thing that stank up the entire room. Next came economics and a lecture from books I’d read for fun last summer’s break. But the bliss didn’t linger.įirst was double maths, where yet again I was forced to explain that just because our professor was ignorant of the latest in math theory, it didn’t mean he could mark my homework wrong when clearly it was the book that was in error. ![]() For once, leaving for school felt more like bliss than drudgery. Freddie even had a stupid, hollering ringtone for his mobile that shouted, March FOOOORTH! over and over until I threatened to flush the thing down the toilet. I only remember the date because all three of my brothers glommed onto the Marching Forth pun for the entirety of breakfast. ![]() I wore a hat with a feather plume the first time I met Sherlock Holmes. ![]()
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