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“Sherlock! Get out of my room,” a young Mycroft yelled, scowling at the small dark-haired boy currently snooping through his bookcase.
“BORING!”
A thick copy of The Cambridge Economic History of Europe flew past Mycroft’s head.
“SHER-LOCK!” Mycroft clenched his jaw and strode over to his brother. “My bookcase is not for you to look through!”
“Fine,” Sherlock turned around to face his brother. “Your books are all boring anyway.”
“They are not! You just don’t appreciate them,” Mycroft snapped back. “Now put that down!”
“No!”
“Sherlock.”
“I’ll put it in the GARDEN,” Sherlock barked indignantly, flinging a copy of The Birth of Tragedy through the window, shattering the glass.
Mycroft sighed.
"Sherlock Holmes. Nietzche does not belong in the back garden."
Sherlock shrugged and stormed out of the room.