Prologue
“My my, how trivial of you, Tatiana.” A hand clad in leather gingerly turned the page of the file in their hand. Their tone was almost taunting, and it was infuriating the Fairy Godmother. The elder woman’s eyes narrowed at the figured sitting across from her within her office. Their posture gave off an aura of mystery, sinister yet alluring. Could she crack that case? Yes. Would she do it? If the headmistress valued her life, she would watch where she treaded. Who knows what would happen if she had angered this imposing figure.
Their posture in the chair was casual, without a single care in the world. Yet that aura of authority and enigmatic presence seemed to practically stain the entire room, giving the atmosphere a tense shadow. The Fairy Godmother sat straight, a stark contrast to her visitor. “They are children, why would you need someone like me to keep an eye on them?” questioned the individual, placing the file back upon the desk. They leaned forward, elbows on the hard wood and chin resting upon their laced fingers. “I have tussled with their parents before but actively spying on their children is another story.” They leaned back into their chair, nonchalant and possibly challenging the fairy’s power.
The Fairy Godmother’s eyebrow twitched with annoyance before scoffing. She accusingly jabbed her finger towards the trench-coat wearing being, “Because I have no one else to turn to, Detective-“
They held up a single gloved hand, pausing the Fairy Godmother right in the middle of her sentence, “Please, Tatiana, we’ve known each other long enough to use a first name basis. It’s [Name].” the detective sat up straight for once, a friendly smile decorating their lips. Their [E/C] hues stared back down at the four files upon the table.
Maleficent ‘Mal’ Bertha, daughter of Maleficent
Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, Grimhilde
Carlos de Vil, son of Cruella de Vil
Jay, song of Jafar
So these are the four children who were invited to Auradon by Prince Ben hm? How interesting. Let’s just say the relationship between the parents and the detective was…not very pleasant. In fact you could possibly add Tatiana to that list. The headmistress merely sighed before reaching over to gently pat the hand of her longtime friend. “I have no one else to turn to, [Name] and besides,” she gestured to the detective’s appearance.
Their appearance was overflowing with youth, possibly in the early or mid-twenties. Hell not even the Fairy Godmother herself could even pinpoint the correct age of her longtime colleague…even with the years she has known them! “You’re appearance is rather deceiving, and you can easily blend into different environments. There’s a reason why you’re known as the Fairytale Detective.”
The detective only scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh please Tatiana, it’s just a title. I’m not that impressive.” They ran a hand through their [H/C] locks in semi-agitation as they stared down at the papers for the umpteenth time. “I’m basically spying on your own child and the others as well, what would the parents say if they found this out?”
The Fairy Godmother’s posture quickly turned cold, “I know you won’t [Name]. You’re one of the best within your organization, if not the best. Besides,” a single well-sculpted pink-painted fingernail taps the file of Mal. “I have a feeling she’s up to something.”
The detective’s eyebrow rose. “Oh?” they leaned forward, looking at the photo of the purple-haired girl. Their [E/C] eyes rolled, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There are children who do not reflect their parents you know.” They chide with a single wagging finger.
Tatiana rolled her eyes with a sigh, partly rubbing her temples. “I know, [Name], I mean look at Jane!” she gestured to the photo of her dear daughter upon her desk. The detective hadn’t really met the young woman per say (only meeting her once when she was just a child) but she had heard many things about her. The detective could see the most adoring smile grace the lips of her friend and chuckle. With the sigh, the headmistress’ eyes met with the detective’s. “Are you willing to do it?”
Their [E/C] hues stared down at the files, then back at their friend and sighed. ‘I’m definitely going to need a break after this.’
With a soft smile, the detective merely answered, “When do I start?”