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[pottershotter]

[It's sort of a slow day - even the greatest detectives have them once in a while. I've spent most of the day staring up at the ceiling with my chair tilted back as far as it goes. It feels like flying, if I close my eyes and pretend I'm actually going anywhere. ...Alright, so maybe it doesn't really. But it'd be pretty great if it did.

Anyway, it gives me some time to reflect on how I got here. It's funny - I've always been more of a chaser than a seeker, after all. But I love a good adventure, and being an officer just wouldn't be enough. A private eye gets the better cases, really. Oh sure, they tend to start out with looking for something or spying on someone, but they always end in catching criminals and turning them over to the police. I'd miss half the fun if I was a cop! But as a PI, I can manage all the mischief I want...while maybe causing a little of my own. And after all this time, I've gotten pretty good at it.

The waiting is bloody awful though. It's easily the worst part of the job. So I'm just sitting here, in my office, waiting for an adventure. To pass the time, I'm pitching a little round, winged object up in air and catching it easily when it falls. It's my own little bit of treasure - The Golden Snitch. It's probably worth a lot, but I'll go to my grave before I let someone slither in and take it.]

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[libraritology.livejournal.com]

[Evelyn Carnahan, heiress to a phenomenal fortune, is at a loss. So at a loss that she can't even adopt the popularized internal monologue, because the only thing that would be able to be transcribed would be sobs and upset, probably-indecipherable blathering. Very well-dressed for your standard dame, a fair looker with her hair done all proper-like and her skirts just so, she's come to the investigator's office with a job.

Of course, she'll check the man's ticket first, make sure he's got his license, but at this stage in the game, she's willing to take anyone willing to help. Evelyn raps on the man's door, shifting outside the office uncomfortably.]

Hello?

[pottershotter.livejournal.com]

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Hello there! And what can I do for you today, Madam?

[libraritology.livejournal.com]

[She steps inside brusquely, pulling the fur collar of her coat a little higher and shivering off the dampness from outside. For a moment, Evelyn scrutinizes the Private Eye warily. He looks a couple years younger than herself.]

You are...James Potter, aren't you? The investigator?

[pottershotter.livejournal.com]

That would be me! James Potter - Investigator Extraordinaire. Have a seat!

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[libraritology.livejournal.com]

[Seating herself daintily on the edge, she starts in.]

My name is Evelyn Carnahan, Mr. Potter. I may...I may have a case for you.

[Not that she likes showing weakness, she can't afford to waste any more time.]