Joanna sighed happily as she applied some perfume to the base of her neck. The perfume was new, he Great Aunt Libby had sent her it the other week and it had the loveliest spell she’d ever encountered. It was a mixture of rosewood and gelsomino and made her feel più confident and powerful, ready for anything. All in all, it was perfect for her data at the tè pallor with Mr Harrison- She shook her head slightly and smiled at having called him Mr Harrison in her head. His first name was Martin and he was a teacher, such a kind man with a little bit of a sense of humor too. The kind of man that made her feel all fluttery to be around, made her feel special. She grinned giddily whilst she continued to get dressed, pulling on one of those outfits that Sherlock had detto she’d never wear which lead to Sherlock herself stealing and wearing them. And now Joanna was wearing one of those such outfits, she could hardly wait to say to her friend, “Ha! See I do wear my più ‘daring’ outfits! Now who’s simple and boring?” Yes it sounded childish but it made Joanna feel smug just thinking about it. She smoothed down the blue dress and played with he dark hair for a moment feeling self conscious. She never usually wore it down like it was now, it was always up in a bun. But now it was cascading down her back in waves with just a few bits tied up and she had a brief moment to worry if it looked silly. If he was still around surely he’d tell her she looked silly-All doubts about her appearance disappeared however as she was distracted da a voice calling from the entrance to her room.
“My, my Joanna I don’t think I’ve ever seen a room as clean as yours. I don’t think it’s healthy.” Joanna rolled her eyes before turning to face Sherlock who was leaning against her bedroom door fiddling with one of her throwing knives.
“I think you’ll find that it’s your room that is unhealthy Sherlock. I could catch the plague da going in there, in fact I’m surprised te haven’t already.” It was Sherlock’s turn to roll her eyes. Joanna smirked slightly before grabbing her hat and giacca and putting them on, Sherlock eyed her warily. “Where are te going all-” She took in Joanna’s outfit then with raised eyebrows. “Dressed up?” Joanna pursed her lips before answering.
“Martin’s taking me for tea,” She began walking out of her bedroom, Sherlock following behind her.
“Martin?” Sherlock asked from behind her, Joanna stopped and sighed.
“Yes Martin. te remember him? We met him last week when we were working that case with the missing children.” She explained only to be rewarded with Sherlock’s blank look. “The teacher.” She prompted and Sherlock’s eyes lit up in recognition before her face crinkled up in what could only be described as repulsion.
“The teacher? Really Watson?” She detto as she began to twirl the coltello around, causing Joanna to eye it wearily remembering the incident a few weeks back where that coltello had been lodged in to her shoulder.
“What’s wrong with Martin? He’s lovely to me and he makes me laugh. He’s a very kind man.” She defended with an annoyed tone. Sherlock always got like this when she met someone, always claiming that-
“He’s just a bit... boring. Especially for someone like you. I think te could do better.” Sherlock stated bluntly shrugging her shoulders. Joanna pursed her lips again and glared at her friend.
“He is not boring. And besides te say that about everyone I meet. No one is good enough in your eyes. It’s like you’re my mother o something! And what do te mean da ‘Especially someone like you.’ Last time I checked te described me as simple and boring!” Joanna ranted angry now.
“No I detto your fashion sense was simple and boring- except for what te have on today which I’ve gotta say, I’m pleasantly surprised. te are not simple and boring my dear Watson. te shouldn’t dress like te are and te shouldn’t be excepting courting offers that are either.” Sherlock detto quietly before Joanna sighed heavily.
“Well maybe I need a little bit o boring in my life? te ever thought of that? Maybe I need something that isn’t as crazy and hectic as life around te is.” Joanna exhaled and turned to leave. “I have to be going now. Martin is picking me up soon.”
“So te admit that Martin is boring?” Sherlock called after her cheekily which made her smile a little against her will. She turned around and smirked at her friend.
“You know what Sherlock? I think you’re jealous. Jealous that te don’t have a gentlemen courting you.” She retorted letting out a small grin at the flash of furry in Sherlock’s eyes.
“I am not jealous! Pfft! Jealous of the fact te have male attention? Don’t make me laugh. Why would I care to participate in such ridiculous social affairs anyway. There’s no point.” She exclaimed adamantly making Joanna laugh slightly.
“Right,” She detto trying to keep a smirk off her face. “I don’t think te could get any male attention even if te wanted to anyway,” Joanna added for payback for all Sherlock’s ‘boring’ comments.
“I could get male attention if I wanted to!” Sherlock hissed gripping her coltello tightly and glaring.
“Of course, of course!” Joanna laughed again before turning once più and making her way out of the house. “I’ll see te later Sherlock.” She called before slamming the door behind her, pleased to see Martin jumping out of a carriage at that moment to greet her.
“Ready to go?” He asked her as they met halfway, before offering her his arm which she gladly took.
“Most defiantly,” She beamed up at him before letting him guide her inside the carriage.