40. Sectumsempra

After staying in the same seat for a while, Simon decided to get up and walk around so he headed towards the front of the train. On his walk, he contemplated the possibilities of what this year would hold for them. More mysteries? More Grayphie? More CB? More of Bianca Caruso and her infuriating deductions? Or more Agatha turning into the Hulk and smashing everything? He nodded thoughtfully. That sounded like a good year. He continued down the corridor until he spotted an oh so familiar tuft of blonde hair.

"ETHAAN! HOW ARE YOU!?" he cried, rushing over to his mate and giving him a side hug and nearly tackling his mate down to the ground. Simon had missed his best mate so much over the summer. Being separated from Holmes was like having a limb cut off- a very unpleasant and excruciatingly painful experience, mind you. He glanced down at the object Ethan was cradling very gently. Huh? Wait. Was that a Prefect's badge? WHY HADN'T ETHAN TOLD HIM!!! Did everyone else know by now? No. No. Sherlock would tell his Watson everything, yes? An uneasy feeling gathered in the bottom of Simon's stomach. Sectumsempra. "MATE. YOU'RE A...."

Prefect.