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Trick for Treat

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"All right." The teacher's voice is sharp and clear as a winter morning. She slowly paces along the line of students. The boys shuffle their feet, staring at their shoes. "Who...did...this?"

It's exactly the kind of mischief the school is plagued with, the kind of far too clever crimes that occur strangely regularly. There are rumours among the children (but of course the teacher doesn't know this) that one of the staff is a werewolf, given that each trick gets played whenever there's a full moon. This time, there's a collection of dolls, every single one in the school, hanging by their ankles from the ceiling, completely mutilated. The girls' wing of rooms woke up with a wail.

The teacher stops pacing around the middle of the lineup. After a long silence, a boy on the end of the line starts crying. "I- I did."

Her head swivels to meet the watery gaze of a tiny eight-year-old. His head seems a bit too big, his eyes enormous, dark and sweet and honest. Despite his guilty plea, his eyes swim with the word innocent. The teacher kneels and places one hand on his delicate little shoulder. "Of course not, Jim." Her voice is gentle now- you have to be with some of these younger ones, especially poor little Jim. She can't help a slight soft spot for him. "Did someone tell you to take the blame?"

He sniffs and thinks for a moment, looking to the side at the staring group of boys. He nods.

"Who was it, then?"

Jim looks down, shoulders hunched, a perfect picture of fear. Finally, he mutters, "Carl."

The teacher stands, scowling. "Thank you, Jim. You're free to go." She takes a few steps, standing in front of a brawny, athletic ten-year-old. He shakes his head.

"No, ma'am, no, it wasn't- you're not gonna believe that filthy little liar, are-"

"That will be quite enough!" Every fragment of ice has seeped back into her voice. She grips his arm tightly. "Save your excuses." As they stamp off, the group of children slowly dissolves.

Except Jim. He sits, leaning against a wall, looking up at the collection of destroyed dolls with the tiniest of smiles on his little face. After a few minutes, a small girl walks into the hallway. She's dressed in a typical schoolgirl's uniform, with socks pulled up high and tiny mary-jane shoes pattering against the floor. Her dark hair is loose, with a bow clipped into the top, and she's holding a beautiful doll.

The one and only intact doll in the school.

"Morning, Korey," Jim says quietly to his twin sister. "Happy Halloween."
More young Moriartys!

I love these two and I felt like writing something seasonal (since I have the day off!!)...somehow it became this. I have more ideas for autumn/Halloween stuff that I'll hopefully have the opportunity to write today (before NaNoWriMo begins eating every free second), but in the meantime: comment! I'd like to hear good and bad.

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For those who don't know, the Moriarty twins are the evil of this group: :iconsherlockbbc-rp-da:, RP'd by *DNA-The-Authoress and ~samanthakh
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