The name is Sherlock Holmes.

[di_intraining]

WHO: Greg Lestrade and Sherlock Holmes
TONE: Learning.
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 28th September
WHERE: Library
WHAT: Greg's just doing his homework in the library where he finally meets Sherlock Holmes.
STATUS: Ongoing
NOTE: Not at the moment.

Well, he took the advice over the journals and went through his homework properly. And at least he was alone in the library so he could work in peace and quiet. The only sounds that could be heard was the scratching of his quill, his quiet breathing, and the slow crackle of the lit candles all around. Head bent over the piece of parchment, he swore silently over the length of the homework. It looked like he was going to be here all night.]

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The library made for an excellent place of observation. And with so many interesting things going on, the need for the scientific study of his samples was in many ways increased. There was no telling how the 'normal' person related to these odd occurances and so with his notebook in hand Sherlock had made a point to stand back and take his notes.

Finding Greg in the library was a stroke of luck as he already had quite a few notes on the young man. He wasn't exactly secretive about his activities.

He never really was.

Sherlock scribbled away as he took in the minute details he observed. Upon Greg's cursing, he stilled his quill. "Wrong or tedious?"

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Greg jumped in his seat, nearly knocking his inkwell over. "Bloody-!?"

He turned around and scowled when he saw who it was; he'd seen the older boy around the library before, always with a quill and a notebook scribbling stuff down. A regular library go-er, Greg hadn't had much to do with him. In fact, Greg did his best to ignore him as much as possible. It probably had to do with the fact that whenever they were in the same room Greg would nearly always discover that the Ravenclaw would be somewhere around him, watching him. Be it behind the bookshelf, at another table, or even just at the same damn section, he'd always be hovering somewhere nearby, and always with that annoying quill, scritching at the parchment.

It was, to say the least, creepy.

Still, he hadn't exactly done anything wrong. There wasn't any reason for Greg to not be polite, swallow a sharp retort back and reply courteously. "Tedious. 30 centimetres isn't exactly a walk in the park is it?"

With that, he turns his back on the other student and resumes his work, trying to ignore the stare that was boring into him.