Blurb about Mrs Hudson (who I've named Clarabelle for this) and her red salamander daemon, Molan:"I still don't understand why you haven't given him the boot."
She glanced down at her darling little Molan and frowned. "Oh the boys aren't all bad, Molan," she said as she continued preparing tea to take upstairs. "Goodness knows I'd never have gotten those nice soothers for my hip if not for John."
"I'm not talking about John, Clarabelle." The tiny salamander daemon lifted himself up to balance to place his front feet against her neck. "I'm talking about the Nutter!"
Clarabelle huffed softly and reached up to carefully pick her daemon up, lifting him so they were eye level. "Now you listen to me, Molan," she spoke firmly, like she did with Sherlock when he was truly being a brat. "Sherlock Holmes is a great deal many things. But don't ever call him that again."
"Molan." Her stern voice again.
The salamander puffed up a bit, doubling his size, before finally giving a delicate bob of his head. "Alright, fine, I'll refrain from calling that insufferable, know-it-all baboon a nutter."
is an Irish name meaning "servant of the storm".