"Come on, let's go then!" Said Jim excitedly as he started down the hill. He was very glad that Sebastian was coming with him, but also a bit scared. There was the high probability that Jim's parents would treat Sebastian like filth, but Jim quickly disregarded his fear. He really liked Sebastian, and at least wanted him to know where his house was. Besides, Jim didn't know why, but for some reason, he felt more secure around Sebastian.
After about 2 minutes, Sebastian and Jim finally approached the Moriarty estate. Out of all the impressive (and rather pricey) houses, this one was possibly the most expensive. The brick "house" (more like a small mansion) was incredibly elegant, complete with tall white pillars, multiple large windows, and a black metal gate that was regularly polished. Jim removed from his coat pocket a small gold key and unlocked the gate. Jim and Sebastian trailed up the long stone pathway to the black door that perfectly matched the black window shutters. Jim took the silver knocker by the handle and rapped the door 3 times.
There was the sound of footsteps and the door opened. Behind the door appeared a man no younger than 38, with his short tidy dark brown hair greased back, and an expensive looking blood red tie and dull grey suit which perfectly matched the piercing glare of the dull grey eyes that he wore upon his long, stern face.
"There you are boy. Dress yourself in your finest suit, your mother and I are going out to eat, and since the nanny is on holiday, I guess we're just going to have to bring you aren't we?" Said the stern man in an intimidating voice that perfectly matched his glare.
"And as for you" said Jim's father, turning to Sebastian "I have no earthly idea why your with my son, but this is the Moriarty estate, not a soup kitchen. I suggest you return to the putrid rat infested trench you came from" said Moriarty's father with even more malice than he had used with his own son.
"His name is Sebastian, and he is not filth father" spat back Jim, with each and every word filled to the brim with a special type of hatred he reserved for his parents, particularly his father. "And I would have you know he has not come to beg for food, but that he has been polite enough to invite me to his home for supper". Jim had turned red in the face with anger and clenched his fist, barely managing to bite back all that was on his mind. Jim was not the least bit intimidated by his fathers tone. It had been used by him so many times that Jim had become accustomed to it.
At Jim's first words, his father looked so mad that he could murder the boy. But as Jim finished, his look of pure anger turned to a short lived look of pleasant surprise. Not only he have the boy he hated so much out of his hair, but it would also be one less meal to pay for (not that he didn't have the money, of course, but because he hated feeding such an "unappreciative little brat"). There was the chance of a Jim being caught in the presence of "such a low class child", but almost every wealthy man or woman was either at home sunk deep into a velvet plush couch, or at an expensive restaurant gossiping over the latest fashion while sipping red wine from fancy glasses.
"I should strike you right now for your ignorance, but if you wish to be someone else's problem and not mine, then so be it. But so help me God if you are back later than eight-thirty, you will never set foot outside of the house again. Is that understood?" asked Jim's father, being sure not to show any joy in his voice.
"Yes father" said Jim, having a hard time not trying to sound like he wanted to murder the man.
"Very well. Now be off before I come to my senses and change my mind" said Jim's father in a rather cold voice and stepped back in the house, closing the elegant door behind him.
Jim and Sebastian wasted no time in exiting the wealthy area. Jim was very embarrassed at how his father had acted. Choosing his words carefully Jim apologized to Sebastian. "I'm sorry about what happened" said Jim in a nervous voice as he blushed red. "If it matters at all, I don't think your filth at all...Sebastian" said Jim, using Sebastian's actual name for the first time. He was on the very verge of tears, which be only more embarrassing to him. He just hoped that there was a chance that the two could still be friends.