March 8, 1895 — Crowdy Memorial Library

Edgar had been in Britain for just over two months now, and he felt like he'd mostly settled in. As much as one could, anyway, when they had a job that took them all over, more often than not. Still, Edgar supposed that was true no matter where he called home.

Of course, he was in Britain for more than just different work opportunities, which is why he found himself at Crowdy Library on this particular afternoon. He was here to research blood curses on the whole--a subject he'd researched many, many times, of course, and it most often felt like Edgar was banging his head uselessly against a stone wall. But what else could he do?

It of course helped that his cousin and current focus of--and for, obviously. Of course--his research worked at the library. But he was not specifically there to see Morrigan, and, as it happened, the first person he ran into that he knew--or at least had met briefly since his arrival in Britain--was a friend of Mor's instead. "Mrs. Pettigrew," he greeted.

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Drusilla Pettigrew / Fortitude Greengrass

  

Now that her own ritual was complete, Dru didn't spend a good deal of time at the library. She did still research some — less than respectable branches of magic, ostensibly in case she could find anything to help Morrigan but in reality because sometimes it felt like the only thing that was properly interesting, but with no special access to any of the upper levels of the library it was often more efficient for her to special order her books from stores and go through them at home. She had already been through everything that was easily accessible to the public at the Crowdy, when she'd been doing her own research, so she had little faith that anything new would be unearthed there. And she no longer needed to hide her purchase receipts from her father, so as long as the title she ordered wasn't going to make the bookkeeper blush at the store there was no hesitation in doing that. She was more often at the Crowdy these days to see Morrigan, if she had something she wanted to discuss and didn't want to wait until Mor was off work and available to come to her house. That was her errand today, before she was sidetracked by a greeting from someone.

It took her half a second to place him, given that they'd only been introduced and had never had a conversation of any depth, but when she did she smiled warmly. "Oh, come now, I hope you don't expect me to call you Mr. Curtis?" she asked, tone playful. "Morrigan talks so much of you I'm sure you could never be anything more formal than Cousin Edgar in my thoughts. Did you come to see her too?"

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ty MJ <3

Edgar smiled. "I suppose that's fair enough," he said. "Though you'll have to tell me how you'd prefer I call you." He wasn't particularly fussed, he found, but he also wasn't one to presume, really, either.

"I've actually come to do some research," Edgar said. "Seeing Mor is an added bonus today, though I haven't managed to find her yet." He had not, in fact, been looking too hard for her so far, to be fair. "Have you had better luck?"

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"Call me cousin," she insisted. "And I haven't, but I've only just arrived." She didn't anticipate that Mor would be very hard to pin down, at least for someone that had as little respect for the tasks and responsibilities of Morrigan's work as Dru did. She had never been in a position of having to work, and although she knew Mor benefited from the income, Dru believed at least on some level that she really worked here because she had a lark to. If she was distracted from shelving books by Dru coming in to gossip, what was the worst that could happen? If she lost the job she could just go get another. Although she might lose access to some of the restricted floors of the library, which might be a detriment.

"What sort of research?" she asked, mostly to be polite. She didn't anticipate Edgar would be uncovering anything that was properly interesting — but given the things she had learned and done in her small cadre of friends, she tended to think everyone else's pursuits into magic were quaint by comparison.

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ty MJ <3

"Curses and curse breaking," Edgar replied, feeling perfectly comfortable with saying that much, at least. While he had chosen his career path with a specific purpose, he had discovered over the years that he enjoyed his job on its own merits, too. Rather lucky, that. At any rate, it was a very predictable thing for him to be doing, without need for ulterior motives. "And you? What are you looking for?"

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