Unlike the other Cursebreakers who had wandered in to scoop up their trainee for the day the last figure to enter the room was a bit of a mess. She wore the same authenticated badge that gave off the aura that official Cursebreakers had to carry as a licence. She even had a pair of dark glasses like a number of the respectable looking members in their long flowing robes with fantastical designs had worn but even they were wrong in their own way. Her dark glasses were not ornate, they were a cheap pair of sunglasses perched in the messy russet brown of her hair which reached down to her shoulders. She wore a loose dark green blazer which only partially obscured an oversized t-shirt decorated with the words “Witches do it Best” with a tiny witch in a bikini riding a broom provocatively up the side. Underneath she wore bright purple leggings tucked into a pair of boots that could kick holes in the side of buildings. 

“Aiden Price?” Her voice carried clearly a sharpness that shocked Aiden into standing upright from where he had been sitting in his chair. He offered his hand to her and was more than a bit surprised to receive a strong grip in return. He glanced down at her hands, they were slightly chubby but also with evidence of some serious scarring. 

“My name is Eve Lagarde. You’ve been assigned to observe my work today.” 

She did not look quite right for the job but looks were not everything and he realised as he got a good glimpse of her clover green eyes that she must not be much older than he himself was. Maybe only twenty-two to his seventeen, a gap that sometimes seemed incredibly large when you were a teenager. However, Aiden saw himself as mature which counterbalanced his age making him closer to twenty in his mind and Eve’s immature clothing lowered her brain age in his view too. In fact, with those observations in mind they could practically be twins. The thought of that brought a smirk to his face that was broken by Eve waving her hand in front of her face. 

“Earth to Aiden you paying attention there, kid?” 

“Erm yeah sure. I just lost track of things for a moment.” 

“Sure... Come on we need to get going, the traffic gets ridiculous if we don’t get moving now.” 

“Traffic... Oh Broomstick traffic?” He was a bit disappointed to follow Eve out of the clinical white waiting room into the parking lot like the kids he had sneered at earlier, he had hoped they could have teleported out like the man in the purple cape had done. Still he shrugged it off as it was odd for anyone to have that much magic to spare for a teleport. Broomstick he could deal with. 

“Broomstick? Uncomfortable as hell.” Eve gave him a sharp grin as she spread her hand wide pointing towards a small silver car covered in scratches and bumps to the point it was more scratches than paint work.  

“We’re taking Doris for a spin.” She gave him a big wink as his heart fell so far, he could feel it dragging across the tarmac, it only rose to the pit of his stomach as they both strapped into the tin can of a car.