[center][h1][b][color=f7976a]Devyn Haverly[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Devyn was not staying at this mansion. Infact, she was eager to leave. As nice as it would be to have a butler, she wasn't even sure if she could ask him to do things, and she didn't want to risk looking foolish if the answer was no. Plus, this place was strange and probably had a roach problem. Not to mention the fact that it was always better, in her experience, to sleep at places available to the public.

[color=f7976a]"Thanks you, Lady Eve,"[/color] The journalist said politely. [color=f7976a]"I'll be staying at the hotel."[/color] She said incase everyone else wanted to stay here at the manor (which she doubted, but just in case). A strand of her blonde hair had fallen in her face and she brushed it out of the way as she walked out the door. The crisp midnight air stuck her, highlighting the fatigue around her eyes.

The car door closed behind her, and it was warmer inside. It was nice to be done with that tense situation- hopefully as they get to know each other things will go a little smoother. It was a short drive, the lit up sign of the hotel a beacon of respite. Automatic doors dinged as Devyn walked inside, carrying a rolling bag of luggage in one hand and reaching into her purse for a pen and cash in another.

The receptionist behind the desk greeted her. It was a brief exchange and Devyn got her room for the night. Her card key opened the door, and that all too familiar feeling of being in a hotel room encompassed her once again. Locking her self in, Devyn removed her leather jacket and her shirt, the apparel becoming stifling in a private environment. Eventually she into her undergarments and slipped under the covers, picking up her smart phone and selected her husband's number.

A few rings later, Reynold's voice came over the phone.


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"Devy, it's late. Are you okay?"

[color=f7976a]"Yes, Rey, I'm fine. I'm callin' to let you know that I might be staying in Boston for a few weeks. That letter thing panned out, I think."[/color] Devyn yawned, stretching her free hand high and arching her back beneath the covers.

Reynold was disappointed, but he wanted to know more. "Oh?"

[color=f7976a]"It's an investigative job. There's been supernatural happenings. It's uh, investigate journalism and occultism rolled into one. It's kinda my dream job, if this goes well."[/color] It was the truth. It has always been studying occultist theory, or reporting on the mortal realm. Rarely has it ever included both, and it has never been so wrapped up with a pretty little bow on top like she had now.

"Well, that's great, honey. That's good to hear," Reynold said, but slightly wishing he could spend more time with his wife. "Is it dangerous."

Devyn blinked and closed her eyes as she spoke. [color=f7976a]"Well, everything I do is a little dangerous, Rey. It'll be fun. I'll be careful."
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"Okay. Promise me."

[color=f7976a]"I, Devyn Haverly, promise to come back to you safe and sound."[/color] She smiled, and so did Reynold.

"Okay...is that it for now?"

[color=f7976a]"Yep. Talk to you tomorrow, honey. Love you."
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"Love you, too."

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She tapped the button, ending the conversation. She set the phone on the night table, and felt for the lamp switch, her eyes still closed. She found it, and the room went dark, the back of her eyelids no longer a warm orange color. Devyn sighed anxiously, her next inhale a snore as she quickly fell asleep.

Devyn Haverly has a finely tuned internal clock. At the rise of dawn, her eyes fluttered open and she stretched, fairly well rested and eager to begin her new little adventure.

Now, she didn't want to wear the same clothes two days in a row, did she? She had to put on a good impression. She figured she would be staying at the hotel for a few days, anyway. Now, what to wear? 

A few minutes later, Devyn has showered and brushed her teeth and tied her hair into another ponytail. Now, she was wearing a tight black t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Her gun was now in her purse, safely disassembled and mostly out of her mind. Heading downstairs, Devyn was earlier than most of the patrons for her pre-paid medium quality breakfast. Selecting a plastic cup of orange juice and some wholesome cereal, she had sat down when she noticed one of her co-workers, Ross, make his way down stairs. 

[color=f7976a]"Hey, Ross, right?"[/color] She said as he sat down. She picked up her foot items and went to go sit down next to him.

[color=f7976a]"It's me, Devyn, from last night. If we're gonna be working together, we might as well get to know each other, right?"[/color] She narrowed her eyes and smirked. [color=f7976a]"Geez, you seem a little worse for wear."[/color]

She lowered her voice slightly, then said in jest: [color=f7976a]"Is your pact that you must have hangovers every time you use a spell?"[/color] She said this, of course, not knowing he wasn't a warlock. But depending on how he answered, she might be able to figure out of he was one or not.

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