Eavan had owled ahead of time with her intentions to retrieve the mooncalf Fletcher had mentioned to her earlier in the day during their outing at the fair. Though it had been a little odd, Eva was trying not to put too much thought into it. Had this been a normal pick up, Eavan probably would not have felt so uneasy about the situation, but as it stood, she felt a little out of sorts. It was silly really, to worry about it, especially considering Flether's rather up-front compliments today. Jealousy had gotten them in trouble once and she was very determined not to let it happen again, but still...

So Eavan put on her big girl boots and took a large enough cage for the mooncalf, shrunk it down to fit in her expandable traveling bag and apparated to the address she'd been provided. She wound up in a dark corner of a side street, which was what she'd intended, considering the circumstances and hoped like hell that they had a private garden or the likes for Eavan to transport the mooncalf from. They could be rather skittish as well...

Too many what ifs; she was getting ahead of herself. She was being ridiculous and so as she rounded the corner, she pulled her cloak up around her and made her way to the address she'd been given. After  mentally berating herself for all of the thoughts she had running through her head, Eva put on her best professional magizoologist face and knocked on the door.