Muggle Trouble [Eden]

[Rowena Jones]

Rowena Covington sat in the quaint tea room and smiled at her father. It was so good to see him, she thought as she watched him pour the tea and place a cake on her plate. She really should make more of an effort to see him and her mother. It was just so hard to go home and not be recognized that she could not always bring herself to go. Better that she spend her time trying to fix it than sitting there helplessly.

"So, darling, how is everything? Work? The cats? What did you call them again? Pumpkin and Pie?"

She snorted in amusement. "Pumpkin and Spice dad. Who would call their cat Pie? And work is good. A lot going on. But that's normal. Nothing new for mum though. I'm sorry"

Edward leaned over to take Rowena's hand in his. "Sweetie, stop being so hard on yourself. Our, how do you say it, Muggle medicine has come along too recently. Your mum is doing better. She has whole days where she remembers everything. You really should come by soon. It would do both of you the world of good. She misses you. And you need to have a break from work."

Rowena blinked back tears and smiled wanly. "What do you think I'm doing now dad? I was supposed to meet with Kameren today to talk about some work stuff, but I'd much rather spend time with you. I will try though. Maybe next weekend?"

"Sounds lovely Ro. Now who is this Kameren? A friend?"

"No no no dad! He is the most annoying, infuriating, tedious man I know! Do not get any ideas!"

"Your mother and I thought pretty similar things about each other when we first met you know and now lo-" Edward faltered as he saw his daughter's glare. "All right, all right. Infuriating man. Got it. I'll be quiet now."

Rowena shook her head in exasperation and smiled at her father to let him know he was forgiven. They continued to talk for an hour until Edward started at the time. "Goodness. I need to get going. Your aunt will be needing to go home soon." He stood and Rowena followed, both walking to the door. Edward hugged her tightly and Rowena allowed a small moment of relaxing into her father's arms and remembered happier carefree times. "Don't be a stranger my girl" he said as they pulled apart.

"Next weekend," she promised. "See you soon daddy."

They both turned opposite ways on the street and with one last fond glance at her fathers back as he walked away, Rowena started her journey home. She could have just found the nearest apparition point and been home in minutes, but she needed to think and it really wasn't that far and for once the weather wasn't awful British doom and gloom. Was that even a bit of sun? She grinned at herself as she walked down the pavement.

She was about twenty minutes from home when a sharp scream that was abruptly cut off drew her gaze towards a nearby alleyway. Crap. That had not sounded good. She was instantly torn. On one hand, someone could be hurt. On the other, she was not good in a fight. And this was muggle London. She wouldn't be able to use magic to fight if that's what was needed. Another shout. Rowena threw caution to the wind and went towards the sound. As she approached, she saw someone lying slumped on the ground, blood slowly pooling around them. Shit. Shit. Shit. Not good. And there was another body a few metres away. No blood there. Suddenly a man appeared from a shadowed doorway and started as he saw Rowena.

He was not as surprised as Rowena was when he drew a wand and flung a spell towards her. Instinct saved her as she cast a quick protego, deflecting the curse. What on Earth was a wizard doing attacking Muggles?! She raised her wand to cast her own attack, but the man turned and ran. Rowena frowned. There was no way she was chasing him. She'd caught a good look at him and would just have to go and report him as soon as she could. Her most important issue were the poor muggles on the floor. She needed help. Crap.

[Eden Fletcher]

Eden had been on her way from from a successful foray into Muggle London for supplies when she'd heard the scream from the alleyway across the street. Eden paused curious to see what had caused such a sound. Was there an accident? Somebody steal a baby? Or was it just stupid teenagers playing tricks?

What Eden saw was a familiar dark haired witch playing hero. Eden rolled her eyes involuntarily. Of course gooddoer Covington was going to save the muggles. Eden was about to just continue on her way home when she noticed Rowena fling out her arm and a spell bounced off a shield. Oh Bloody hell. What in the name of Merlin was the crazy healer doing? THe urge to flee was so strong. Eden wasn't prepared to go help out Rowena Covington. Not ladled down with a ton of shopping bags. Eden had gone shopping because she had used the last of the cerulean pastel, Snitch had eaten the last hot dog,and she was running low on pencils. Muggle art supplies were superior to magical. It was the plain truth. Pencils were just better at catching the subtle look in a man's eye when enthralled in passion. Eden used quills often, she just preferred the firmness of a pencil when sketching.

Something was obviously wrong and Eden felt bad about leaving the witch to handle things alone. With a sigh, Eden hitched up her bags, looked both ways before crossing the street and headed towards Rowena for a better look.

There was blood in the alleyway, too people laying on the ground and Rowena trying to save the world but looked lost and confused.

"I have a muggle cell. Just want to call medics?" Eden asked without bothering to say a greeting. They new each other quite well from their years and school and Rowena being Max's colleague.

"Or do you fancy on taking them home?" Eden said her eyebrows raised incredulity at the thought that Rowena could take these two anywhere.

[Rowena Jones]

Ok. Nope. She took it back. She did not need help. Of all people, and in Muggle London too, Eden Fletcher just had to be the one who found her. With a muttered sarcastic ‘thanks’ to the universe, Rowena knelt by the non-bloody body and checked for a pulse. Well alive was a good start.

"I have a muggle cell. Just want to call medics?"

Damnit. That was actually a good idea. Rowena had one of her own. Muggle technology couldn’t be beaten by magic sometimes, plus her parents had never gotten used to the idea of owls or the Floo. Urgh. Why hadn’t she thought of that before Eden had to mention it? Though it might have been something to do with the shock of finding two still bodies on a casual walk home, not to mention almost getting into a duel in Muggle London. Huh, wait a second, if the attacker was a Wizard, perhaps the other two were also?

"Or do you fancy on taking them home?"

Rowena rolled her eyes. Of course she wasn’t planning on doing that. What would she do with two seriously injured people in her house? Plus the blood would be a pain to get out of the carpet. There was something about blood and material that even magic struggled with. No, she just needed to decide where the right place to take them was. If these were magical injuries, Muggle hospitals wouldn’t be able to do anything for them.

“Can you check to see if that other one has a wand or anything that would tell you anything about them?” she asked the other girl, already rifling through the pockets of the victim next to her. She was just in the awkward position of sliding her hand into his trouser pocket when he gave a sharp gasp and sat up, his head smacking against Rowena’s ear.

“Ow!” Rowena jumped back, glaring at the man before Healer instinct kicked in, “wait. Don’t move. Just stay there and tell me what happened.”

[Eden Fletcher]

Eden stood there awkwardly as Rowena just stared at her like she was the muggle gum on the bottom of her shoe. This was a mistake. Obviously the chit didnt need, or want Eden's help. It wasn't like Eden could do healing. She wasn't that handy with a mending spell. She painted blood, not cleaned it up. Would she be an awful human if she just slipped away back into the muggle world and go home?

“Can you check to see if that other one has a wand or anything that would tell you anything about them?”

Eden's first instinct was to yell Bloody hell no and just run away but she was no coward. She could touch the stiff. It wasn't like she was dead...yet. Eden inched closer to the woman, avoiding the blood and gently reached into her jacket pocket. Nothing. She quickly checked the purse that was near her feet. Empty.

Done with her exam, Eden stood up, watching Rowena reach her hand into the guy's pocket

"Isn't that assault?" She pointed out as the man jerked awake and bumped Rowena's head. Ouch that had to hurt.

"I guess your touch really got him up," Eden muttered laughing. Eden stifled her laugh quickly. She shouldn't find this funny. People were hurt.

"I didn't find a wand on her but that doesn't mean she ain't a witch," Eden said pulling out her own wand and glancing around. "Accio wand," She muttered, trying to see if a wand would appear in her hand.

[Rowena Jones]

"I guess your touch really got him up,"

Rowena’s lips twitched in amusement before she realized who was talking and the scowl returned. Eden Fletcher was not funny.

"I didn't find a wand on her but that doesn't mean she ain't a witch,"

Rowena watched out of the corner of her eye as the other witch tried to summon a wand and let out an annoyed shout when her own wand whizzed towards Eden. “So I guess that solves our question. Muggles. Damnit. It would have been so much easier if they weren’t. Call the medics. I’ll get the Ministry, this guy’s seen too much already.” She held her hand out impatiently for Eden to return her wand before turning to the awake victim.

“What are you? What do you want from us?” he asked, trying to get away. “You there, get away from her! Don’t hurt her!!”

Rowena sighed. Sometimes she wished she could just perform an Obliviate but there were rules and regulations in place for a reason. She’d seen all too often what happened when Witches and Wizards started messing around with the brain. Not that she would screw it up of course, but there was going to be enough paperwork to deal with here today as it was.

“Please calm down sir. We’re here to help. Please just sit still. I’m a doctor. I need to make sure you’re ok -.”

“-Is she bleeding?!” he interrupted. “Is she dead?! MARY MARY! Wake up love!”

He had a point. She needed to check on the woman. It was a lot of blood. She’d just been so frazzled to have been confronted with a wand! “She’s not dead but I’ll go and check on her ok? Just, stay still. Please.”

He nodded, looking anxiously at his girlfriend? Wife? as Rowena made her way over. She began the routine of checking the victim over, and found a large cut down her side. Bloody Sectumsempra. She hated this curse. Even with magical attention, it left dreadful scarring. She couldn’t do much without raising too many questions over magical healing, but one song like ‘Vulnera Sanentur’ would at least slow the blood flow so the poor woman wouldn’t die of blood loss. Those medics needed to hurry up though! The Ministry shouldn’t be too much longer either hopefully. She wasn’t quite sure how to explain the situation.

[Eden Fletcher]

Eden didn't always think her actions through. If she had, she probably wouldn't have used the spell that ripped Rowena's wand from her hand. It was like taking candy from a baby. A deranged homicidal baby. Eden snatch the wand before it smacked her in the head.

"My appoligies," She chocked out, her lips pressed tightly together to contain the laugh that was bubbling up in side. Rowena looked like she wanted to rip Eden a part and dance in her blood. Eden admired the woman for not lunging across the alley to get back her wand. Instead all Rowena did was stretch out her hand like a mother waiting for her naughty child to give up what ever improper object they held. Eden thought about just sticking the wand in her own pocket to see what would happen, or hold it out of reach like a little kid playing keep away but she was more mature than that. And Rowena was not Max. Eden quickly stepped forward, dropped the wand into the woman's hand and retreated back across the alley, never taking her eyes off the witch. If her back was turned there was no guarantee that Ro wouldn't attack. Eden didn't need a knife sticking out between her shoulder blades.


“What are you? What do you want from us?” he asked, trying to get away. “You there, get away from her! Don’t hurt her!!”

"I'm not doing a bloody thing!" Eden pointed out putting her hands in the air and backing away as the man suddenly roared into life. He was an ugly looking guy. All muscle and bad attitude. And he was in a love fueled panic at the sight of his lady on the dirty ground still as a dead body.

Eden quickly put away her wand and took out her muggle phone. Max had gotten it for her because she spent so much time in the muggle world. He didn't want her to be caught in muggle trouble with out it.

Medics. What was the number again. Eden stared at her phone as she fumbled with the keys. She only ever used it with Max and rarely. She got it unlocked and the keypad up. She dialed the emergency number and waited.

"Emergency, how can i help you?" The voice was cool, calm and collected. And very annoying. It was a voice that made you want to punch them.

"Two people were mugged in an alley. The woman is bleeding really bad. Some doctor is trying to save her but I think she's out of her league and needs help. Please send a umm siren bus thing. Ambulance." Eden said as she tried to figure out where exactly they were.

"It's a side alley off of Kings street, near the bakery."

The lady asked her to stay on the line so Eden did the next best thing and handed the phone to the muggle man. She then went over to Rowena, crouching beside her.

"Can I help?" She asked looking worriedly at the cut up woman. She looked like Jack the Ripper went to town on her.

[Rowena Jones]

"Can I help?"

Rowena nodded absentmindedly. “Yep. Just hold this cloth against the wound. The blood should stop flowing but we don’t want it to look too suspicious when the medics arrive”

She glanced up at that moment and tried to stifle a giggle as two policemen turned the corner. The ministry had arrived. And once again, not been completely thorough in their research. As they approached them in full riot gear, Rowena stood to greet them, satisfied that the bleeding was at least staunched for now.

“Healer Covington,” said one, “Miss Fletcher,” said the other nodding to the two women. “Thank you for notifying us about this incident. Could you just recap what happened please?”

Rowena nodded. “I was walking by when I heard a scream and well, I couldn’t just ignore it could I?” she said, recounting the event.

“Hold on a second. The attacker had a wand?”

“Yes sir. I have every reason to believe he was a wizard. This woman was hit by the Sectumsempra curse and the other gentlemen would have seen me using magic to protect myself. Which is why I called you. We’ll probably need an Obliviator to clean up the situation.”

“Right you are Healer. And is the lady alright?”

“I stopped the bleeding but was trying to limit the amount of memories we’d have to modify so left the wound. I can continue if you’d like but we’ve already called the ambulance. She’s not in any danger of dying now so I don’t think Mungo’s is necessary.” Taking Muggles to Mungo’s did happen, but the paperwork and following procedures were a nightmare and well, as long as the Ministry did their job and modified the memories correctly, there really was no need in this case.

Speaking of the ambulance, Rowena could finally hear sirens racing towards them. The paramedics jumped out and went straight to work, though not without giving the policemen a rather startled look.

“One of you a doctor right?”

Rowena nodded and excused herself from the Minstry worker. “I stopped the bleeding as best as I could and I tried to get him to stay still but I don’t have anything on me so couldn’t do more. Are you taking them straight to hospital?”

“Yes ma’am. We’ll take over now. Thank goodness you were here at the right time.”

“Thank you.” The Healer said before looking at Eden. She supposed she ought to thank her too. “Thanks…for sticking around.” She said finally.

“Did you by chance see the attacker?” The Ministry worker was back. His colleague talking to the medics, no doubt coordinating a moment to make sure Magic didn’t leak out into the Muggle World. She didn’t envy their job. It could be a tricky job maintaining the Statute of Secrecy these days.

“Yes, I did. I can come by and give a description if you need?”

[Eden Fletcher]

Can I help?"

Rowena nodded absentmindedly. “Yep. Just hold this cloth against the wound. The blood should stop flowing but we don’t want it to look too suspicious when the medics arrive”

Eden did as she was told and held the cloth against the wound. Eden frowned when she heard Rowena giggle. Eden didn’t know the woman could laugh. She usually looked so dower. Eden followed Ro’s gaze and even she sniggered. Eden wasn’t an expert on muggles but even she knew that their uniform was wrong.

Healer Covington,” said one, “Miss Fletcher,” said the other nodding to the two women. “Thank you for notifying us about this incident. Could you just recap what happened please?”

Eden let Rowena take the lead. She just watched as the woman efficiently dealt with the ministry.

“One of you a doctor right?”

Rowena nodded and excused herself from the Minstry worker. “I stopped the bleeding as best as I could and I tried to get him to stay still but I don’t have anything on me so couldn’t do more. Are you taking them straight to hospital?”

“Yes ma’am. We’ll take over now. Thank goodness you were here at the right time.”

“Thank you.” The Healer said before looking at Eden. She supposed she ought to thank her too. “Thanks…for sticking around.” She said finally.

Eden raised an eyebrow at Rowena. The woman looked like she just swallowed a lemon. “It’s not a big deal. Anyone with half a heart would have done the same.”
“Did you by chance see the attacker?” The Ministry worker was back. His colleague talking to the medics, no doubt coordinating a moment to make sure Magic didn’t leak out into the Muggle World. She didn’t envy their job. It could be a tricky job maintaining the Statute of Secrecy these days.

“Yes, I did. I can come by and give a description if you need?”


“I didn’t really see anything. I came to help after the guy left,” Eden said when the ministry officials turned towards her. “I could work with Healer Covington and come up with a sketch of the perp. I’m a sketch artist for the department of law enforcement,” Eden said with a shrug.