Next of Kin

[thebeastherself]

A woman screamed for a bobby, who screamed for a hansom. Together, he and the cab driver pulled the body out of the snow while the woman sobbed hysterically. The body was alive, but wracked by some fever that forced the portly man to collapse by the London street as snow began to fall. He was rushed to Charing Cross before anyone can even examine

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[ext_356711]

That was unexpected! Even Mycroft has no defense against this sort of curse.

[thebeastherself]

I was working on these and got pretty far in when I suddenly went "hey, dummy, you forgot Mycroft!" I mean really...the curse said *everything*, something I wasn't thinking too thoroughly at first, and Mycroft has to have a least some love from his brother...