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Specialties include solving the apparently unsolveable, chemistry, criminal subcultures & serial killers.

Fees negotiated on sliding scale, will work pro bono

[It takes a second, but he adds]

or for tea & soup.

-SH.

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Food is a lot more valuable in this world than money is, that's certain.

What do you expect to find during your investigations, Mister Holmes?

[Tom has spent his time in Adstringendum -- the past two or so hours of it -- recuperating in a bed and going through conversations. The more information, the better.]

[Birds of a feather. Sherlock has been doing exactly the same thing. His first post was a reasoned response to the situation.]

Sherlock, please. Any number of things, Mister Riddle.

[An arched eyebrow, but the only hint of surprise Sherlock will get.]

Tom is sufficient. Such as?

Oh, all sorts of things.

Would you mind a test?

[A polite way of Tom's usual 'Prove it'.]

Go ahead.

What can you deduce about me?

[Tom's long fingers press against his lips, watching Sherlock carefully. From the stories, Holmes is brilliant -- not as brilliant as Tom is, of course, but brilliant all the same, something to be utilized during his stay here. He is carefully inquisitive, his posture relaxed, but he is pale, as if recovering from a very nasty bout of the flu.

Ripping your soul into shreds does that.]

Too easy.

[Excellent. He lives up to expectations.]

If you would indulge the simplicity?

You're from a world where magic exists. It is common enough that you attend a school that specializes in it.

[This is from stalking his entrance video, for the most part.]

You attend the school, but not in modern times, if your uniform is anything to go by. Although your clothes are antiquated, even for the year you come from. I would also suggest that you did not respect the institution itself. You value status, you talk about blood and names, but don't brag about your own.

You're also a liar, but a good one. Your magic makes you dangerous enough that I am locking this feed.

[The slightest eyebrow arch. He's hit the nail on every single head, right down to his lack of respect for the damned institution that Hogwarts has fallen itself into.

The man pays attention. It makes him dangerous, but a suitable ally, if Tom plays his cards correctly. And the fact that he locked the feed means something.]

... everyone lies from time to time, Sherlock Holmes. Surely a man of your intellect and profession knows that.

No one lies all the time, Tom, except sociopaths and people with secrets larger than them.

But I won't stop you.

You have nothing to stop, I assure you.

Exactly how much food does it cost in order to do a job?

It depends.

On?

Whether or not the problem is interesting.

Does the price go up or down if the problem is interesting?

Down, of course.

So you truly are only in it for the mental stimulation. Interesting.

I'll be sure to keep you in mind should I need someone to solve a pressing problem.

Please, do so.

Certainly. I bid you a good evening, Mister Holmes.

Good luck settling in, Mister Riddle.

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