Your brother was James Moriarty, who was 14 at the time, while you were 13. He was in 9th grade, while you were in 8th. You both are attending Baskerville Academy. He doesn’t want to go, but your father strongly reminds him that attendance at Baskerville is a family tradition that goes way back. Before leaving, however, your father gives your some information that he will may be leaving town but he will find a way to check in with you on a semi-regular basis.

James has a smart-ass roommate, a kid named Sherlock Holmes. Right now, you are in James and Sherlocks dorm after James had stormed off, got angry at sherlock, as always. Sherlock was the smartest boy you've ever seen. Very observant. James had a note, and wouldn't share it with either of you. As the door slammed, Sherlock lifted his hand, in which holding a red envelope, and a small white piece of paper. "You picked his pocket! How clever, Mr. Holmes." You said, grinning. "Let's get to it before he realizes its he's lost it. Afterward, I think its best if we leave it on the floor, don't you?" Sherlock says