Enola Holmes : St. Albert's Catholic School

Back in the beginning

(Enola's at her private detective agency doing some important work until she notices you and breaks the forth wall)

Enola : Hello, you might've known me and if you don't, I'm Enola Holmes which is 'Alone' backwards. But this time I'm not really alone.

I have my brother, the famous detective Sherlock Holmes and my radical mother who is determined to make a revolution.he might be busy with his latest case or alone in his apartment with his violin since he rather consider his pipe or violin since he loves to live his sad lone life.which is why I sent a letter to his dearest friend watson so he might be arriving tmr and may become his roommate.

And the annoying nincompoop in my life, 'Viscount Tewkesbury Marquess of Basilweather'.hes been busy with his politics but we do spent some time together. Professionally totally...professional. Just an ally or is he? Well let's not focus on that.

Since my last case with Sarah Chapman, which led to a revolution for the matchgirls, my agency has gained some recognition. Clients come in steadily—(though half of them flee the moment they stumble into Edith’s karate class.)
     And as for the cases? Hardly the thrilling mysteries you’d imagine. Petty family disputes, stolen trinkets, jealous quarrels—most of them feel more like playground squabbles than real investigations. It’s exhausting, really. I’m not here to figure out who stole whose purse at a family dinner. I want real cases. Politics, theft, cryptic puzzles… even murder. Now that would be interesting."

Today is no case for me to decipher.Today is a very intriguingly Exciting day. It's a.... Interview. My very first interview actually.

She walks over and grabs her purse from the nearby table and walks out in anticipation and also takes hold of a paper opening a specific page of a murder that happens nearby but she's not focused on the case but rather the Author credited below.

   'J. W'.... Two letters on the credits, just two initials yet they had wrote some of the most well known pieces on the London Times.

She doesn't know who they are, what they look like but she loves reading their articles pretty much like everyone else who devoured their words. They get up and read their articles with a cup of tea yet, They only know their initials yet never knew trully who they are.

She loved how just in two initials would be so mysterious and one thing we all know abt her is that she loved mysteries.

The only thing she knew that they were the renowned Journalists in the city.
They mostly write about murder cases, investigations and crime related articles yet they were intriguing to read unlike most journalists who write it in overexaggeration and accusations. This person only wrote in a balanced way with full detail and a capture of sheer honesty that's what enola loved about.

And today this anonymous J.W would be the one writing about her.

Enola fastened her coat, tilting her head slightly as she examined herself in the mirror. The reflection stared back—messy curls only somewhat tamed, sharp eyes that noticed far too much, and a dress that, while practical, still felt suffocating not the dress, her nervousness for her very first interview. She adjusted her hat with a sigh.She looked at herself in the mirror as she fastened her last button of her coat.

My very first interview....

(she turns to look at the camera, yes You)
   
"I know what you might be thinking. "Enola you have been chased by criminals, destroyed the corrupt's reputation, defeated The Sherlock Holmes and experienced situations that put my life on the line. Yet you're tensed for some interview. "