The boys beamed as their legs were bound together with a skipping rope. Ever since they’d learnt that there would be a three legged race they had been determined to do it together.Their teacher had tried to explain that the point of the race was to get to know people who you didn’t normally play with.
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Other people are boring.”
To the teachers credit, she had tried to up hold this ruling, telling herself it didn’t matter how influential the parents were, she needed discipline in her class room. This was of course before Alex had given her a remarkably cold look for on so young and told her,
“Daddy doesn’t like it when people don’t let me do what I want.”
The poor teacher had wondered which one was daddy, before deciding it didn’t matter as she never wanted to get on the wrong side of either of those men.
Not to be out done (and as if any more persuasion was needed) Hamish had added,
“And I’m sure people - especially the headmasters wife - wouldn’t be to happy to find out how you got your job.”
( This was something Sherlock had said once, and John had made him promise never to repeat, but Hamish felt it was okay to say it now)
The teacher sensibly relented, telling herself that it was wrong to hate any of her pupils, let alone be scared of them. And so they ran together, and won - Hamish told himself that this was because they were better than everyone else, and not because Alex had tripped that girl when no one was looking - and both spent their separate journeys home gloating about it, further confirming John and Sebastian’s belief that swollen egos must be hereditary.