[A few months later]Violet had gotten used to the agency over the time she had been there. She could almost say she was comfortable in her new placement. She could at least say she enjoyed the company. Some company more than others.
Lockwood and Violet had gotten into a comfortable routine around each other. They played off of each other's vibes very well. Their confidence in themselves made it easy for them to have confidence and trust in one another. While Violet certainly didn't trust Lockwood to have a safe and easy plan, she trusted him to get her out alive. Maybe not unscathed. But alive. And that was good enough for her.
George on the other hand, got into plenty of small arguments with Violet. Mostly due to spatial issues and the fact that Violet went along with every plan Lockwood had. George liked the girl well enough, and thought of her as a friend by now, so most of his yelling and complaints were said out of care for her wellbeing. But despite Violet's recklessness that rivaled Lockwood's, he knew she had Lockwood's back. She kept him safe.
Violet walked down the stairs, wincing at the sound of the front door shutting loudly for the umpteenth time that day. Lockwood had put in another advert for another new member and it was going about as well as it had gone the last time when she came in. Girl's shrieking in fright and running out. Violet was happy to have another girl on the team, but was unhappy that she'd have to share her space. As long as the new girl kept her hands off her stuff, she wouldn't have reason to hate her though.
Violet popped her head into the temporary interview room where Lockwood was covering up the ghost jar again, "Lock, you just have all the luck with the ladies, don't you?"
Lockwood threw her a grin, "I got you here, didn't I?"
Violet laughed under her breath, "Don't flatter yourself, Lock. I stayed because of your cool attic, and wide array of tools. Nothing more."
George had to hide a gag at the behavior of his friends. The one thing he couldn't get used to in their little 'routine' was the sheer amount of flirtatious comments the two would throw at each other at all times of day. He didn't know if Violet was serious about her comments, but he knew Lockwood just well enough to know that he certainly was. It was no secret to George that Lockwood had garnered a huge crush on the redheaded girl. In fact, the only one who didn't seem to notice was Violet herself. She just assumed it was all fun and games.
Violet herself had feelings for Lockwood and knew that well, but she refused to act on them truly. She didn't know how long she'd be here for. She could get thrown out any second, and attaching herself to someone like that would only devastate her when it inevitably eventually happened. Which is why she also refused to allow herself to see Lockwood's own feelings.
Violet heard the door open once again and a girl wearing a dress came in with a pretty smile. Violet looked her up and down once and knew the girl would run out just like the others. This agency wasn't for the faint of heart. Especially not with Anthony Lockwood running it. You'd have to be crazy to work here.
Violet winked to Lockwood, "Good luck, Lock. Try not to scare this one off, yeah?"
She moved out of the way for the girl, gesturing for her to go in and looked to George, "I'll get tea this time."
George let out a deep sigh, "Finally. A break."
Violet snickered and ruffled his curly hair, quickly jumping out of the way as George made to whack her. Violet stuck her tongue out at him before making her way to the kitchen to put the kettle on again.
Not long after delivering the tea though, the girl screamed and bolted out of the house. Violet cringed. This was not looking well. That was supposed to be the last one. She had really been hoping they would find a new hire today.
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See No Evil (Anthony Lockwood)
Fanfiction"See no evil. . . Hear no evil. . . Speak no evil" Violet Summers knew nothing in her life but the Problem that swept over the world years before she was born. The Problem in which ghosts haunted their society and only children could see or stop the...