Fic: Re-enactment with Fireplace Set: G
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holmes_minorTitle: Re-enactment with Fireplace Set
Form/Word count: 303
Characters/Pairing: Mr Sherlock Holmes, Dr John Watson, Inspector G Lestrade, Mrs Hudson, Inspector Stanley Hopkins
Rating: G
Warning/Content: In which Mrs Hudson disapproves of her tenants' behaviour once again.
To an outsider peeking in through the main window of the rooms of 221B Baker Street the actions of the occupants might have seemed dramatic. There was something resembling a sword fight in progress, in which the attacker was seeking to overcome the defender so as to reach a third person seated in an arm chair.
To Mrs Hudson entering through the main door it was one more example of the unreasonable behaviour of her tenants.
“Mr Holmes, kindly return the poker to its correct position by the fireplace. And Dr Watson, the fire tongs do not need to waved in the air in that fashion. Really, Inspector Lestrade, I am surprised at you tolerating such behaviour.” With that the landlady turned to leave, then turned back to say “I shall be bringing the tea things up once the room has been restored to its proper state.”
With that she swept out giving the unfortunate Inspector Hopkins a glare as he followed her into the room.
As soon as she had left, Holmes said, “Excellent timing Hopkins, we need you to help demonstrate how Whitelaw came to be trapped.”
Watson passed the small dustpan to Hopkins, and Lestrade picked up the matching brush which he had surreptitiously dropped on Mrs Hudson’s appearance.
“Right,” Holmes said, “we had reached the stage where Whitelaw (played by Watson with the tongs) was trying to reach the stairs, whilst I am seeking to prevent him making his escape. Lestrade is taking Watson’s part since it requires minimal action.”
Hopkins nodded. “I rushed up the stairs, waving the mace which belonged to the suit of armour.” He demonstrated with the dustpan.
At that moment Mrs Hudson’s voice drifted up the stairs. “Of course, if you don’t want any tea …”
It was perhaps inevitable Hopkins began to blush.
Form/Word count: 303
Characters/Pairing: Mr Sherlock Holmes, Dr John Watson, Inspector G Lestrade, Mrs Hudson, Inspector Stanley Hopkins
Rating: G
Warning/Content: In which Mrs Hudson disapproves of her tenants' behaviour once again.
To an outsider peeking in through the main window of the rooms of 221B Baker Street the actions of the occupants might have seemed dramatic. There was something resembling a sword fight in progress, in which the attacker was seeking to overcome the defender so as to reach a third person seated in an arm chair.
To Mrs Hudson entering through the main door it was one more example of the unreasonable behaviour of her tenants.
“Mr Holmes, kindly return the poker to its correct position by the fireplace. And Dr Watson, the fire tongs do not need to waved in the air in that fashion. Really, Inspector Lestrade, I am surprised at you tolerating such behaviour.” With that the landlady turned to leave, then turned back to say “I shall be bringing the tea things up once the room has been restored to its proper state.”
With that she swept out giving the unfortunate Inspector Hopkins a glare as he followed her into the room.
As soon as she had left, Holmes said, “Excellent timing Hopkins, we need you to help demonstrate how Whitelaw came to be trapped.”
Watson passed the small dustpan to Hopkins, and Lestrade picked up the matching brush which he had surreptitiously dropped on Mrs Hudson’s appearance.
“Right,” Holmes said, “we had reached the stage where Whitelaw (played by Watson with the tongs) was trying to reach the stairs, whilst I am seeking to prevent him making his escape. Lestrade is taking Watson’s part since it requires minimal action.”
Hopkins nodded. “I rushed up the stairs, waving the mace which belonged to the suit of armour.” He demonstrated with the dustpan.
At that moment Mrs Hudson’s voice drifted up the stairs. “Of course, if you don’t want any tea …”
It was perhaps inevitable Hopkins began to blush.
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