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 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 08:14 PM
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By the time the rain started in the afternoon, Phoenix Lin concluded that Scotland was an awfully dreadful place. Once the detective solved his client’s case, he would gladly pack his bags and take the first plane back to the States. By his own estimates, the case should have been solved three months back, two weeks after his arrival to the quaint countryside. Upon arrival at the gates and after his initial sorting, Phoenix walked until he was out of the castle and exposed to the outdoors. The detective wasn’t all too eager to go outside, but considering it had been spring at the time, the number of bugs eager to bite him would be at a minimal. There was no better time to explore a place that he had originally thought he’d only be staying for a couple of days. Unfortunately, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was rendered Unplottable and as such, Phoenix had been ill-advised to talk to the Muggles who lived around the area. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if that was allowed, but it would have taken him a significant amount of time before he even reached civilization. The school was located near by mountains with a surrounding lake. It was a bit boring, considering Phoenix thrived on observations around town but he gave up on those plans immediately. Walking to places was for commoners.

Now that three months had passed and he was no closer to solving the mystery than the day he arrived, he was starting to feel anxious if he was willing to admit it. After all, Phoenix was certainly not eager to declare to everyone back home that it was taking him so long to solve such a simple case. There were a few...complications that prevented him from speedily solving the mystery. First off, he was a logician, not an idiot. Manual labor and anything that was physically straining, such as lifting heavy boxes and doing his own laundry, was beneath him. He had servants for that. At home, his servants were more than eager to serve him with the amount of money his parents were paying them. If it weren’t for the house elves that regularly did his laundry for him, he’d either have to buy new clothes every time he finished wearing a set or go back home. Neither sounded particularly appealing.

He was running out of time. There had to be someone here who was competent enough to at least be used. It was no matter if the person wasn’t as smart as him--he was quite certain that was impossible. His IQ was over the charts and he didn’t even believe in that sort of test. After all, whoever wrote it was definitely not as clever as Phoenix. With an inquisitive stare the way a scientist might be studying a dissected animal, the blond sauntered over to an older girl by the corner of the courtyard. He was confident in his charms over anyone. By the time he was in front of her, the smirk was wiped off his face, replaced by a genuinely kind smile and friendly gaze. With a composure that would have him tipping his hat if he had one, he introduced himself. Literally. “Phoenix Lin.” He was curt and hated formalities, even if he was a formal creature himself. “I heard that for a price, you can tell me anything about a student.”

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 Posted: Jun 11 2017, 07:10 AM
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The rain in Scotland came down in droves. From where she sat on her bed in the Gryffindor tower, Addison could hear the sound of water pounding relentlessly against the narrow glass windows. It drove her insane, mostly because the constant rhythmic thumping drowned out any coherent train of thought that she was attempting to produce.

She didn't like rain at all, not the least because it was distracting. While she wasn't the superstitious type, Addison couldn't deny that rain had terrible connotations in her life. It rained the day her birth parents, whoever the hell they were, abandoned her. It rained the day that Aydin's motorcycle slipped off the Hong Kong highways and shattered into hundreds of minuscule pieces on the roadways below. It rained the day her father had called her into his office and effectively banished her to England. He said it was for her own good. She said he was an ugly liar. And outside the office windows, the skies continued to cry their unrelenting and hypocritical tears.

It rained all the time in those soft green hills that surrounded her on all four sides. Had she been one hundred percent logical and rational, Addison would have taken the constant dismal weather patterns as proof that rain didn't mean anything evil. And yet the one superstitious part of her that she'd developed from hanging around Amadeus far too much told her that she was in store for some very vexing times. If her brother was to be believed, and if the looming gray clouds on the horizon were to be trusted, she was going to have a bad few months.

But for now though, through whatever miracle, the sky was slowly clearing up. Addison immediately swung her legs over the bed, stood up, and began walking down toward the courtyard. Even if she didn't particularly like rain, she enjoyed the scent of dewdrops as they stubbornly clung to whatever leaf underside or blade of grass they'd managed to stick themselves on. Besides, she was the kind of person who needed some kind of physical stimulation before she could really utilize her brain for thinking.

The courtyard smelled damp and felt a little waterlogged, and she didn't intend on sticking around long. Passing through and getting a breath of fresh air, no matter how musty, would do her some good. But as Addison was about to step forward, she glanced down by chance and noticed that her shoelaces were both untied. She heaved a sigh before sitting down on a nearby bench to neatly knot everything back together.

Someone said something. A name. It didn't immediately occur to Addison to raise her head and acknowledge the voice, simply because it was so out of place and unexpected. But when she heard the word price, she realized that the statement was made toward her, and she glanced upward to see a rather tall young man standing in front of her. Well, even if he hadn't introduced himself, she would have known who he was. After all, it was very hard to forget a name like Phoenix after hearing it once, even if only in passing in a crowded hallway between morning classes.

"Are you always so brusque and straightforward?" She asked with an amused smile, tucking her dyed blonde hair behind her ear. "But I suppose that kind of person isn't so bad. I'm Addison...although I'm sure you already knew that."

She glanced him up and down one more time. He looked confident and seemed smart, although Addison was of the mind that anyone who could carry themselves with grace and poise exuded some kind of intelligent air, whether it was legitimate or not. She was very interested to see just what exactly went through his head. And she was going to find out too, instead of just sitting idly by and wondering.

"So," She said, crossing her legs. "What does someone who's already been here a few months want to know about a classmate? Is it something that incredibly difficult to find?"

She hoped so. Addison liked a challenge.

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 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 04:24 AM
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Now that he had successfully located Addison Tso and was freed from the dreadful task of walking around, he sat down on the bench and faced Addison. Phoenix was a bit tall compared to the average guy for his age, but he blamed it on genetics considering his father was equally as tall. “Only because I hate formalities. If I had to do everything proper, I’d never get anything done,” came Phoenix’s swift response, the corners of his lips lifting just a bit more despite the fact that he was already smiling. If his warm disposition was not enough, the tiny wrinkles around the corner of his eyes would vouch for the authenticity of his smile. It wasn’t his fault Phoenix was such a skilled actor. He had been taught by the best in the acting field, namely his father. Edison Lin was most definitely a talented actor who had a penchant for reciting lines from his scripts everywhere around the Lin household, much to the dismay of his son and wife. While Edison was relatively unknown in the States (which was good because otherwise, it’d be troublesome every time the Lins wanted to go out), Edison was a household name in the east.

Regardless of whether or not the lioness realized it, the moment their interactions had started, Phoenix begun taking notes on her that he could use later. The style of dress, her equally dyed hair, and the manner in which she chose to greet him would be stored in a temporary place in his mind. Once he had time to organize his information, it would be shelved permanently in his mind palace, where he would be able to retrieve it whenever he wished. During her introduction, Addison had tucked a piece of her dyed hair behind her ear. That was generally a good sign that his company was well-received, though it was not enough evidence to be indicative of anything else. His target today was an information broker. Of all the students here, Phoenix expected her to understand the importance of good customer service. The clothing stores he frequently certainly didn’t. Or it might have been that Addison was feeling happy today, but judging from the girl’s earlier sigh, that might not have been the case. At the very least, she was under the presumption he knew her name, which made things look favorably. He had only been here for a few months, but rumors of his greatness were already starting to spread. Maybe Hogwarts wasn’t as backwater of a place as he thought.

There was an actual person Phoenix wanted the scoop on, Keith Drew. It might have been faster for him to follow the Slytherin than to have delayed his hunt for a few days waiting for the right moment to approach Addison. However, there was one very important factor in the equation that made meeting Addison worth all his troubles. The student...seemed to be inclined towards taking showers only once every two weeks. Phoenix did not need to see the student to know he was around. The detective could smell the other boy’s stench from a few rows up the classroom. That was just terrifying. Phoenix wanted nothing to do with Keith Drew and his stinky self. Before asking about Keith, Phoenix wanted to ask a different question. For as much as he wanted to solve his cases, other things interested him. Curiosity killed the cat, but it hadn’t killed Phoenix...yet.

“Knowledge is power, but there are things I haven’t been able to find out,” said Phoenix, quoting Thomas Hobbes and his work, Leviathan. Obviously, Hobbes and his views on people's inclination towards power would appeal to someone as ambitious as Phoenix. “I’m interested in knowing more about Addison Tso. What would be the price for that?” His words echoed his early question.

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 Posted: Jun 14 2017, 06:24 AM
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His response brought a smile to her face. She didn't dislike his way of thinking, this Phoenix boy. In fact, it was rather similar to her own, fostered by years of keeping up with her older brother August's sharp demands, anxiety-ridden anger, and relentless scheduling. Even taking a simple second to breathe back then would have derailed an entire operation. So she understood what he meant, although that didn't mean she couldn't get a fond chuckle out of it.

It took her a moment, once again, to realize that what was coming out of his mouth was directed at her. This time she heard it clearly enough, but almost couldn't bring herself to actually believe any of it. She felt a bit of surprise flitter across her face, like a nasty slap really, and took a moment to pull all her muscles back into her usual expression of blank amiability. "That wasn't the reason you approached me." She said, her smile hardening a little bit. "I can't tell if you're bold or dumb, or both."

Picking herself up from her seat, Addison leisurely stretched her arms out and let out a yawn. Sitting around all afternoon waiting out the rain had really stiffened up her muscles, and sitting around once again wasn't going to do her any favors. Unfortunately, she couldn't walk away from a conversation like this because, as surprising and unnerving as it had been within its first few moments, it was also intriguing and lured her in further. She would simply have to be a little bit careful from now on, and play her cards correctly.

And she most certainly wasn't about to reveal any of what she was thinking again, either. Not even in the slightest.

"Let me give you a little bit of advice, Phoenix." She said, jumping gracefully onto the stone surface of the bench and balancing easily on her impossibly thing heels as she strolled back and forth across the surface. Her hands remained at her sides as she did so. "Some things in the world are best learned rather than told."

Did she particularly want Phoenix digging up information about her past? Not really. After all, Addison didn't speak about her father and her brothers for a reason. It was too dangerous to have two worlds that knew nothing of one another collide. But a small part of her, an illogical part of her, almost wanted to see just how much of the truth he could uncover through his curiosity alone. He seemed like a very intelligent young man, but Addison thought she saw something else in him too: a kind of cunning. And that, in her opinion, beat regular intelligence at any game.

Recklessness. Abruptness. Those were both things that Hogwarts students had all too much of, but Addison didn't dislike those qualities. After all, she was far too reminded of her own older brothers whenever she met someone who thought more with their fists than their brain and heart. It was good to rely on instinct sometimes. Hearts were fickle and minds were prone to overthinking, and she had to admit yet again that there was something about Phoenix Lin's bravery that she kind of admired.

She wondered where he got it from. She also wondered exactly what he was trying to do. Spinning back around on the bench to face him, she stared at him a little bit the way that someone would stare at an interesting science experiment. Another little smile danced its way onto her face as she very slowly sauntered over to the Ravenclaw boy. Though Addison was by no means short, he was rather tall. Thanks to the boost from the bench and her heels though, she was now at eye level with him. Stopping right in front of him, she stared into his eyes for a second longer before smiling for real this time.

"But you know, you've put me in a good mood, so I will answer one question for you for free. Go ahead."

She wondered what he would say. She also wondered if he could parse out a well told lie if he was given one.

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 Posted: Jun 15 2017, 01:47 AM
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Potentially speaking, Addison was an interesting girl. While other people used that word for mundane and commonplace things, Phoenix reserved that term for only the most intricate of mysteries or at the very least, a case that couldn’t be solved within a day. Humans tended to be complex creatures, which was why Phoenix enjoyed observing them on a day-to-day basis--when he wasn’t too busy with important matters, of course. Very often, those matters involved figuring out the amount of energy needed to lift an object off the ground with a simple levitation spell like Wingardium Leviosa, but he didn’t need to tell Addison Tso that bit about himself. Or perhaps she already gathered enough facts about him.

It would not be difficult, especially if she was not a pureblood and had access to the internet. Edison Lin was a famous name and mostly starred in wuxias that made Phoenix want to cringe in disbelief about the lack of science every time he watched them. His mother might be more difficult to find, but she was a professor teaching in the States. Phoenix himself made it on the news during the summer after his third year, when he solved a local murder mystery in Boston after running around North End for many days on end. The Bostonian accent was dying out (especially with the number of colleges in the city), but Phoenix was one of the few who still had one so at the very least, his accent would be indicative of where he lived.

His question lacked tact was what the girl was most likely thinking, judging from the expressions that flitted across her face. While others might have shied from such an invasive question from the get-go, Phoenix did not see any problem with asking. It was one of the many reasons why the detective didn’t have many friends. Instead of responding, the young man watched as Addison got up from her seat, perhaps to leave or maybe only to stretch. She was awfully aerobic in her steps despite her choice in footwear, a pair of high heels. “Oh, I completely agree with your advice. There’s no fun if the mysteries solve themselves. I’d be so bored I’d hang myself before the day ends.”

A crackle of thunder had him looking away from her for a moment, his eyes studying the mass of gray clouds looming over the courtyard that reminded him of New England and its fickle weather. Rain splashed against the cement just inches away from his shoes, forcing the young man a step back. A rush of wind blew suddenly in his direction, messing with his hair that he had painstakingly combed only a few hours earlier. Phoenix wondered if it would have been wiser if the introductions had been conducted at a drier location.

He’d ask that particular question for a reason. It wasn’t what she said that interested him, but the expressions on her face and her decision to stand up and stretch. Her body language told him she had some secrets to hide, but that could be said for many of the students here. One look at the Hogwarts population was all it took for Phoenix to deduce that there were people with deadly secrets. However, in the end, almost everything was a game for the detective and it wouldn’t have been surprising if the young man gambled his life away to prove his intelligence.

Then he heard her reply, the one where she had gotten up to stand on the bench to look straight into his eyes. She seemed to be a confident one and if probability had anything to say about it, she was as dangerous as the rest of the kids here. Still, curiosity had yet to kill the detective and when he died, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Phoenix stared back with a smile of someone who had just accepted a challenge and expected themselves to win. It would have been easy to ask about the stinky Hufflepuff, but that would have been dull. Instead, he asked a question that most people would not even think of asking because a thing called common sense existed. After all, it wasn’t every day someone cut through all the introductions and went straight to asking if the other person wanted to be friends. “What do you look for in a friend?”

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 Posted: Jun 18 2017, 07:52 AM
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Addison didn't quite remember the last time she'd told a lie. Of course, she could hardly claim to be an honest person. Information brokering was, in itself, a dishonest profession. She simply didn't like telling white lies, or telling lies for her own amusement. Addison's lies were well planned, well placed, and well strategized. And, best yet, she never lied outright. There would be always some grain of truth to what falsehoods she spouted, even if they did happen to be irrelevant to the big overall picture. Addison learned this about people very early on in her life: they liked clinging to truths, even minuscule ones.

She had been prepared to lie to Phoenix immediately after her words left her mouth. Addison liked making deals, but she didn't like making ones that weren't to her advantage. Phoenix might have thought that she'd given him her terms and conditions, that she wouldn't cheat him (because she was, after all, not a liar) but Addison wasn't in the business of shooting herself in the foot. And besides, what was unsaid was just as important, if not more so, than what was said.

She'd been prepared to lie, but the statements she'd been conjuring up, the story she'd been weaving in her own head, never quite came out of her lips. Instead, they froze in her throat and she had to swallow them back down at hearing what he had to say next. Despite her earlier promise to herself not to exhibit any more emotions, her instincts couldn't resist knotting her brows together just a little bit. Granted, it was a very neutral expression. She could be displeased. She could be upset. She could simply be thinking.

Whatever Phoenix wanted to interpret it as though, didn't matter. Because no matter what, Addison was losing to herself in her own game.

A clap of thunder drowned out her thoughts, and she wanted to tear at her hair in frustration at the idea that once again the rain might come down and rhythmically drive away her thoughts. Her hands twitched a little bit at her sides. To make the movement seem a little more natural, she reached up and straightened her probably not even crooked collar. Damn.

This was oddly fun.

"You know, Phoenix," Addison said, hopping off the stone slab and landing perfectly on her heels. "I half expected you to ask me if I had any secrets. But I'm glad you didn't. Because I would have told you that I absolutely don't." She looked him right in the eyes as she delivered those last few words, before spinning away with a laugh. "Of course, not even a nitwit would believe that about me," She continued, despite the fact that she had injected every ounce of sincerity into that previous statement. "So I'm glad you don't think so...linearly."

Spinning around, she looked at him again. "Of course, I wouldn't believe that about you either if you told me the same."

Phoenix Lin, Phoenix Lin. What a happy fool that boy would be if he didn't think Addison knew a thing or two. She liked to keep tabs on her fellow transfers, mostly because she knew that the majority never showed up in Scotland simply because their families moved. No it could never be as ordinary a reason as that. A few scattered whispers in the hallway, and a well timed google search at a coffee shop in muggle London. And voila, that was the recipe for a little bit of information on Phoenix Lin.

Did she know his secrets? Of course not? But everyone had secrets.

There was a tiny plop sound, and she looked up right at the moment a rain drop slammed against her forehead. Letting out a disappointed tutting noise, she glanced at Phoenix and nodded toward the covered portions of the courtyard. "You want to know what I look for in a friend?" She started walking toward one of the hallways without looking back, repeating the question mostly because she had a hard time believing that it had been asked. "Well, Phoenix, I don't really do friends." She stopped and turned to stare at him again. She hadn't honestly expected to tell the truth, but this game was everything except what she'd predicted. At this point, there was really nothing for her to lose. Besides, it seemed like he'd earned at least this much respect from her.

"Lasting relationships are a little bit...troublesome for someone like me." She said, flipping a galleon that she'd found tucked in her dress pocket before placing it back. "You understand what I mean, don't you?"

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 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 11:54 AM
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Once again, his rational side reminded Phoenix he was here on official business: to fetch information he could not obtain himself. Ever the clever one, the young man quipped that he was gathering information, just not on the Hufflepuff, who had now gone from insignificant to nonexistent in the face of an even more interesting mystery. Genuine happiness tugged the corner of his lips upwards though Phoenix had little reason to hide his more positive feelings. It was also ill-advised by his family therapist. Of course, Phoenix immediately pointed out he already knew that to the balding man.

It was fun to correct his therapist whenever possible. For all intent and purposes, his therapist had most likely given up on the young man. It was a forced co-existence at best, which was probably why the detective started enjoying his visits because it meant playing mind games for an hour every week. Even as he stared at Addison, he knew it was the negative feelings he wanted locked away...such as his hatred of enclosed spaces. No, it would not be accurate to call it hate. It was fear, but with the sky in clear view and an open space, Phoenix was safe. The rumble of thunder came as a surprise, but it was nothing compared to the dark.

If Phoenix noticed the girl’s discomfort, his eyes showed none of the smug arrogance an amateur detective hellbent on making correct inferences might have. Empathy did not come easily for the young man, but he understood negative feelings and the way they ate at someone. “You’re getting self-conscious. I hope it wasn’t something I said. I have a horrible habit of reading people. It’s a game I play with my psychiatrist. Wonderful man, Henry Talbot. I recommend him if you’re ever on the market for one.”

Phoenix remained in his spot as Addison finally jumped off from the bench. Yes, she was definitely cat-like with her movements. She reminded him of the women in his father’s movies, the ones with a beautiful face and kind smile but could just as easily stab the hero in the back if there was profit involved. No, that’s stereotyping and wrong thought Phoenix. He pushed the thought aside. “So you’re a charming young lady with many secrets and a lovely smile with a preference to stay out of the rain.” That was a mouthful. Character archetypes were not a healthy way to envision the world. People were living breathing creatures. Characters were words on a page. Categorizing Addison Tso and underestimating her would be a mistake that he would not be making today.

“No, Miss Tso. I’m afraid I don’t understand. That would mean I’ve actually been in a lasting relationship. Though if you count Henry, I’ve known him for at least eight years now,” admitted Phoenix. The confession was an easy one for someone who cared little about how the world viewed him. The words she uttered, someone like me, made her feel more distant than her walking away towards the protection of the roof would ever accomplish. His eyes wandered over to his umbrella, which sat idly against the wall. Fingers tapped against the pocket of his overcoat before he finally made the decision to grab the plastic handle of the umbrella and closed the distance between him and Addison.

“Why, Miss Tso, you’ve managed to make the atmosphere more dreary than I could ever have.” Though his words were said in jest, his smile was not nearly as prominent as it had been a few minutes prior. “I supposed you’re giving me a soft rejection. I need to remind myself to practice with handling disappointment, but that can always be put off for tomorrow. Back to business, for now.” This time, instead of resting his umbrella against the wall, he kept it in his hands. “Keith Drew is a sixth year Hufflepuff. He has a tattoo on the underside of his left wrist, but he keeps it covered at all times under his robes. The only times he has it uncovered is when he’s taking a shower. Unfortunately, for the rest of us, that only happens once every two weeks. I need to know what’s on his wrist.”

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 Posted: Jun 22 2017, 07:44 AM
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Nothing Phoenix said was inherently funny, but Addison couldn't help but laugh anyway at his statements. There was just something to the brazen, casual way that he tossed about his words that she didn't dislike. In fact, she found it a little amusing, the way he revealed things about himself without a care for the world. Once again, she was suddenly reminded of her older brothers, still living their lives as though their every word and action was inconsequential to their surroundings. It must be nice, she thought, to be so disconnected and self-important.

"You should be careful what you tell me, Phoenix." She said, skipping forward a few steps to idly kick a loose pebble with the tip of her heel. "I'm not above telling someone else things about you if I think it'll benefit me." There was a smile on her face as she said those words, but Addison was most certainly not joking. Was she warning the boy? Maybe a little bit, but only against his own actions.

She wanted to laugh again at what he said next, even as she spun back around in time to see him close the distance in between them. A part of her wondered who exactly was winning this push and pull game. Maybe he'd successfully disoriented and disarmed her with his words at first, but she was now emerging from the situation with the upper hand. Rather than let herself laugh though, she simply let a small smile dart across her face. She didn't feel bad, really, seeing that little slip in his smile. Disappointment was a flavor everyone had to learn to tolerate at some point in their life.

But was she going to serve disappointment today?

She studied him for a bit longer, wondering just what exactly he had been thinking in approaching her just a few moments earlier. He couldn't have been jesting when he'd asked about being her friend, especially when he was visibly disappointed at her answer. But he'd come here with some other purpose too. It was easy to see that he had a real need for her services, but she couldn't understand which was his true priority. As she looked at him, she unconsciously bit down on her lip and tilted her head to the side a little in consideration.

Addison didn't want friends. Not now, not ever. Friends were risky business for her. Friendship meant alliances, and alliances meant bad news for someone who was supposed to be a neutral party in every situation. No, Addison didn't want friends. But she wasn't about to pass up on an opportunity to learn something about this very interesting boy standing in front of her.

"Well, if you're preparing to be disappointed, perhaps you'd like to hold off on it a little bit." Addison said lightheartedly, reaching into her dress pocket and pulling out a few small strips of paper. Taking out her wand as well, she set the papers on the ground before kneeling down and tapping each of them with her wand tip. They rustled and shook in the air for a few moments before squirming themselves into the shape of mice. Without any noise, they scampered away, three little white dots moving against the gray of the courtyard, there one moment and gone the next. Addison didn't know where they went, but she suspected that it certainly wasn't to a bathroom if what Phoenix said was accurate.

Speaking of the boy, she stood back up and looked at him again. "Well Phoenix, I have no more of an idea than you what that Hufflepuff boy is hiding, but I think we'll know soon. And don't worry about paying me." She grinned. "I would like to say that it's on the house, but I think you've given me enough by way of things other than money."

The only thing better than money for Addison was a puzzle. And Phoenix was a puzzle worth thinking about indeed.

Another thought hit her at that moment and, with an even more amused smile, she sat down on another bench close by. "By the way, I'd like it better if you just call me Addison. I'm not very fond of formalities."

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Phoenix fiddled around with the plastic handle of the umbrella, wondering if it had been necessary to bring it out in the first place. If he thought long enough, he would have eventually figured out a spell to keep himself from getting soaked by the rain. That was the issue he had with magic. It defied many laws that the wizard held sacred, though he supposed it was better than living in ignorance. Turning back to Addison, he shrugged at her admittance that she was no secret keeper. He did not look dismissive. If anything, he had come to expect that from people. Any personal information that the young man willing volunteered was generally not meant to be kept secret.

“You’re free to tell people anything I say now and in the future,” Phoenix declared, who did not seem at all concerned about the idea of others knowing he talked to a therapist regularly. In fact, considering he was sort of going undercover, it might have worked in his favor to be seen as crazy or mentally unstable. Looking at her with a small smile, he said, “Though I suspect it won’t matter whether or not I give my permission.”

He supposed regular people might have grown wary of Addison Tso after her reveal, but he just couldn’t bring himself to feel...betrayed. Part of it might have been because Addison had yet to do anything with the information he gave her. The other reason was that he couldn’t say he was surprised by the revelation. After all, she worked as an information broker. Frankly speaking, her rejection of his offer of friendship was more disappointing. He was certain Addison would have made the perfect ally, given her personality type and the fact that she seemed pleasant to talk to. The whole dexterity thing with her heels, however, still brought images of assassins. For that, Addison could blame Hollywood for brainwashing him.

It wasn’t that the detective didn’t stop to think about things such as timing and tone when deciding to bring up topics like friendship. It was possible he might have caught her by surprise, but that was the intent. Placing people in an unnatural environment was a good way to learn about them, though in hindsight, he realized it was not as good a method for befriending people.

Addison felt different compared to the other students--in a good way, not in a my detective senses are tingling you probably murdered someone way--or at least that was how his mind was perceiving her. His mind was a strange thing, but it had good taste. It might have also been because of the mysterious aura surrounding the girl. For Phoenix, that was definitely a good trait to have in a friend. He also enjoyed a good mental spar, considering he would most likely fail at a physical one. His arms were not made for fighting. That was made clear long ago.

When Addison pulled out the three sheets of paper from her pocket, he looked intrigued and watched as the mice dashed off. “Clever. I suspected it might have been an information network, but that would take a long time to establish without the proper connections.” If he remembered correctly, which was almost always, Addison was a recent transfer. Given her recent confession and attitude towards friendship, she seemed like the loner type. A girl like her might have difficulty adapting to a new school, even if she was not timid or actively pushing people away. Why exactly had she transferred here? Something told Phoenix it was not as simple as it appeared.

“Addison, then. Do you suppose I refer to everyone by their last name to maintain my distance subconsciously?” His face was lit with an amused smile, as if he had been asked this question one too many times.

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