[She's knocking on the door to Sherlock's residence hall room insistently, a quick staccato sound of knuckles hitting wood. Books are held a bit haphazardly in her other arm, like they might slip to the ground at any wrong movement.
Young Molly is even mousier looking (she hasn't quite figured out makeup), but she has a spunk and bravado the real world hasn't subjugated yet. ]
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Young Molly is even mousier looking (she hasn't quite figured out makeup), but she has a spunk and bravado the real world hasn't subjugated yet. ]
Sherlock! I know you're in there!