Hamish supposed he got his love of science it from both his dad's. But if he'd grown up without a hint of enthusiasm for the subject Sherlock probably would have disowned him, besides, all those chemistry sets they had brought him would have gone to waste, not to mention the interesting body parts Sherlock regularly brought back from the morgue. Consequently Hamish couldn't help but develop a fascination for the subject, which had no doubt lead to him getting the best marks in the whole of his senior school for the subject in his exams the year before.
Following a few of his mates down to the science lab, Hamish hoped that maybe in this class they would be able to sit with whoever they liked. He hadn't got much of a chance to hang out with his friends over the summer break, not with the serial killer who had completely stumped Scotland Yard, forcing poor Greg to call in Sherlock.
As they walked into the biology lab there was a collective groan as they're new teacher, a greying lady, ordered them to stand at the back so she could sort out the seating plan. It was Sod's Law of course that Hamish ended up half a mile away from anyone he knew and on a desk at the back with a girl he didn't think he'd met before.
"Er, hi, I'm Hamish" he introduced himself as he got out his books.