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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

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[libraritology]

[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]

[I sit up and pocket The Golden Snitch when I hear the knock on my door. I rush up to answer it - probably a little too eager, but it's just been so boring today.

The person at the door is a woman, a bit older than myself. I'm charmingly young for my profession, after all. Like the proper gentleman I absolutely am, I step aside and invite her in.]

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

[libraritology]

[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]

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

[I gently guide her to the chair in front of my desk, as any good gentleman should, before heading back over to my own seat.]