Post by Eden Fletcher on Feb 15, 2020 21:54:06 GMT -5
Being a private eye was both a liberating and exasperating experience. For thing there was far less rules and paperwork. Sure Eden had to keep some kind of record of her expenses and what she did for her clients but it was limited. No need for stuffed shirts to read detailed reports. No one to report every move to. No real time clock to punch. If she wanted to start her day at noon she could and often did. Sometimes she missed the comrade of working with a team of highly trained aurors. She missed the jokes, the adrenaline rush, the rush of feeling when she saved a life or took down a dark wizard. The work she did now was often tedious. Tracking down a thief that took off with the galleons, capturing a sordid affair on camera and procuring a rare item were some of the more common tasks she preformed. It had started out as a favor for an acquaintance and then it was a lark, something to pass the time. It wasn’t until Max came back that Eden had considered actually setting up an actual business. When he moved out of the apartment they shared and into Godrick’s Hallow Eden packed up her own belongings and moved into a small apartment above a little store front bordering Diagon and Knockturn Alley.
It was nearly a year since she had hung her wand out and she actually had customers. She was still funneling in her inheritance into the venture but she might even turn a profit in a few years. The money didn’t really matter to Eden it was the adventure, the need to use her skills to get herself out of tight situations and to do whatever her clients wanted her to do. It was actually rather fun. Especially when she could rope Max into being her sidekick. Publicly there were rumors that they were less than friendly but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Eden didn’t get why the wizarding tabloids were so fixated on the fact that they were no longer flatmates. If you believed the Flying Snitch, they were no longer on speaking terms after Eden professed her love for Max having realized that he was her soulmate when he was missing and then he rejected her because he was in love with Rowena Covington. The whole thing was irritatingly useful. Her clients didn’t suspect that Eden sometimes used her bff for backup. A year after his dramatic return and the tabloids were still obsessed with him. It was rather ridiculous. It seemed that whenever he ventured out there was someone wanting a picture or a comment. His notoriety though could be useful. If everyone was looking at him Eden could sneak in and get the job done. She needed to get into the back room of the British Wizarding museum. She had been tracking a smuggling ring for several months. Apparenting artifacts were being smuggled in and out of Britain using Qudditch players and their attendants. More than a few players and their staff from various teams from around the world were involved. The items would be passed from player to player during different media events traveling around the world until they arrived to their destination. A priceless relic fro the Egyptian ministry had been stolen and they wanted it back. It was suppose to arrive in Europe that night. Eden knew Max didn’t like crowds but the event at the British Magical Museum wasn’t actually that big. It was a rather minor event. The splashy event was the Fashion Gala in Pairs happening the same night. Eden Fletcher had already made an appearance there on the arm of one of Qudditch’s greatest playboys and been captured on film snogging her way out of the event and through the lobby. They’d given the press quite the show in the lyfts.
It had been easy to enter his mind with legilimens. The man had really thought that Eden was into him. They had flity encounters before but a few weeks back Eden had hinted she was actually interested. He’d been on her suspect list for people involved in the ring. Tonight he was her alibi and source. A quick search of his thoughts and she confirmed that he was not the carrier for that night. Eden sent him suggestive thoughts of him giving her the best “snogging” of her life before she left his drunk ass sleeping it off. He’d had enough wine and sleep aid to think they spent the night together. Meanwhile Eden went back to the Hallow to get ready for part two of the night.
“What do you think?” Eden said as she paraded herself in front of Max. She’d used her wand to turn her golden curls into a muddy brown lobb that skimmed her colar bone. She hadn’t had hair that short in years. It was also pin straight. Not a battle she enjoyed but it did make her look different. She’d even changed the color of her eyes to a warm brown and put on some spectacles she had found in a second hand shop. Her dress was a simple dress robe she had found at Madam Malkin’s for 7 galleons. It was your average nice black robe that hung in every young professional’s wardrobe. Versatile and not too expensive.
It was nearly a year since she had hung her wand out and she actually had customers. She was still funneling in her inheritance into the venture but she might even turn a profit in a few years. The money didn’t really matter to Eden it was the adventure, the need to use her skills to get herself out of tight situations and to do whatever her clients wanted her to do. It was actually rather fun. Especially when she could rope Max into being her sidekick. Publicly there were rumors that they were less than friendly but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Eden didn’t get why the wizarding tabloids were so fixated on the fact that they were no longer flatmates. If you believed the Flying Snitch, they were no longer on speaking terms after Eden professed her love for Max having realized that he was her soulmate when he was missing and then he rejected her because he was in love with Rowena Covington. The whole thing was irritatingly useful. Her clients didn’t suspect that Eden sometimes used her bff for backup. A year after his dramatic return and the tabloids were still obsessed with him. It was rather ridiculous. It seemed that whenever he ventured out there was someone wanting a picture or a comment. His notoriety though could be useful. If everyone was looking at him Eden could sneak in and get the job done. She needed to get into the back room of the British Wizarding museum. She had been tracking a smuggling ring for several months. Apparenting artifacts were being smuggled in and out of Britain using Qudditch players and their attendants. More than a few players and their staff from various teams from around the world were involved. The items would be passed from player to player during different media events traveling around the world until they arrived to their destination. A priceless relic fro the Egyptian ministry had been stolen and they wanted it back. It was suppose to arrive in Europe that night. Eden knew Max didn’t like crowds but the event at the British Magical Museum wasn’t actually that big. It was a rather minor event. The splashy event was the Fashion Gala in Pairs happening the same night. Eden Fletcher had already made an appearance there on the arm of one of Qudditch’s greatest playboys and been captured on film snogging her way out of the event and through the lobby. They’d given the press quite the show in the lyfts.
It had been easy to enter his mind with legilimens. The man had really thought that Eden was into him. They had flity encounters before but a few weeks back Eden had hinted she was actually interested. He’d been on her suspect list for people involved in the ring. Tonight he was her alibi and source. A quick search of his thoughts and she confirmed that he was not the carrier for that night. Eden sent him suggestive thoughts of him giving her the best “snogging” of her life before she left his drunk ass sleeping it off. He’d had enough wine and sleep aid to think they spent the night together. Meanwhile Eden went back to the Hallow to get ready for part two of the night.
“What do you think?” Eden said as she paraded herself in front of Max. She’d used her wand to turn her golden curls into a muddy brown lobb that skimmed her colar bone. She hadn’t had hair that short in years. It was also pin straight. Not a battle she enjoyed but it did make her look different. She’d even changed the color of her eyes to a warm brown and put on some spectacles she had found in a second hand shop. Her dress was a simple dress robe she had found at Madam Malkin’s for 7 galleons. It was your average nice black robe that hung in every young professional’s wardrobe. Versatile and not too expensive.