ALEX EVCANS : THE GREAT DETECTIVE

ELEVEN: A LETTER

Huffing lightly as he stood up straight with his both hands on his hips, Alex inhales deeply to regain back the breath that left him from his short jogs. 

  Looking out towards the huge black lake right in front of him as the sun slowly rises above the tall trees surrounding the areas, Alex felt alive and energised. He haven't been doing his morning jogs since the war and finally he had the chance to do something he normally do with his friends back in Moxarths. 

Sighs, he missed his two dorky best friend. It's only a day he left them but it felt rather empty without hearing Max and Mikey bickering. Shaking his head, Alex knew he shouldn't let his melancholic feeling to get the best of him. He need to focus on the case in his hand. 

He did explores half of the castle ground during his jogs and managed to put some mental tag on a few passageway that he think students pass through lesser compares to the others. He too met Argus Filch, the caretaker of the castle and he did not like the guy. Filch almost gave him detention because he thought Alex was lying to him about who he really was. 

Thanks to Filch cat-- Mrs. Norris, was it? Yeah.

The black cat arrival seems to calm the balding caretaker especially when it nuzzle its face on Alex's legs.  

Sighs

Argus Filch. Checked. Next, should he go to infirmary or the library? With that question in mind, Alex decided to continue his morning jog on his way back to the dorm. 

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There are more students lingering around the castle as he was almost reaching his dorm. He slowed his pace as he started to gain attention from the other students. It could be due to the pheromones from his Veela's blood is coming out along with his sweats. 

He could hear group of witches giggling as he passed by to which he just gave them a brief nods as a polite greetings. His uncle always thought him to always be respectful even though he doesn't like the attention and that he must be proud of his blood because out of 100 male Veela that was born, only 10 would able to grow up until the old age. 

Though that possibility still pretty low because male Veela lifespans still depends on their mate. Once their mate dies, the male Veela are most likely to die from a heartbreak.

SIGHS

Ruffling his messy locks in slight frustration, Alex wonder if he should turn into a player like his uncle and just have fun before he met his mate. 

Alex was going up the staircase when he notices a small, petite witch with her cloak covering her small head running down the stairs, towards him. She's probably a second or third year student. She had her head down all the time and Alex had to move slightly to the side as she pass by him to avoid them colliding with each other. 

A whiff of sweet distinct smell enters his nostrils as her cloak blowing behind her. He arched his brows at that, wondering why would he took notice of that particular smells. Then, he remembers a part of his uncle's note previously about a distinct smell of flower. 

Alex wasn't sure if the smell from the petite witch is a from a flower or not, but he know that he can't ignore the fact that the smell caught his attention. He might need to jot down this piece of information in his notebook. 

"Morning, M'lady," Alex greeted the woman in red dress. The Fat Lady smiles at him, "Good Morning to you too," she bows her head. "Password?"

Ah shit. 

Alex mouth hung open. He tries to remember the password that Ginny told him yesterday. Shit, what was it again. "Something... lemon?"

The Fat Lady snickered, "Noo....."