Everett wasn't sure what he was looking for when he arrived in England, all he knew was that he loved being on solid ground again. With a small bag in hand, Everett walked through the streets of London and looked out for places to rest for the night. It wasn't that late, but Everett needed somewhere to rest. He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and looked around for street names. He had no idea where he was going, but he did know that he had an aunt somewhere in the city who was willing to help him get situated in London. Thankfully, his father was still on speaking terms with her...better than his mother, who had cut him off completely.
As he made his way through the streets, he eventually found a street that he recognized. There he found a police station and a map. It was after dark when he finally found his aunt's house. She was a nice woman of 32. Age hadn't done much to her looks. If Everett had to guess he'd say she was in her mid-twenties. With a slim figure and a bright smile, Aunt Roe was warm and welcoming. She started a bath for Everett and showed him the guest room. It didn't take long for him to find the bed and sleep. When he awoke the next day it was long past dawn.
Everett got up and went through his bag. He only had one change of clothes and they weren't much better than the almost rags he had on. It was obvious that he didn't come from money, but that didn't bother him. Within the bag was a small leather pouch that held his valuables. His mother made it for him when he was young. It was something that he treasured. With the pouch tied to his person and his new change of clothes, Everett went on the hunt for a job. He went into the streets looking for anything that wouldn't be too physically strenuous. At first there was nothing that he could see himself doing.
He was walking along a street under the evening glow when a shop caught his eye. It was rather flashy in its own right, but something more was talking to him. When he went inside to see what it was about, he found himself looking at some sort of thief-taking business. But this wasn't your average individual thief-taking business, rather it was something more than that. As he got further into the building he called out for anyone to answer. When someone did, Everett was rather surprised. It was a Hungarian man who answered his call. With full mutton chops and a healthy accent, the man introduced himself as Ignatius Paul Pollaky. Everett introduced himself as he asked if there was a job available. Sadly, Pollaky was actually retiring and was moving his stuff out of the shop. Pollaky was in a good mood and pulled out a chess board and pieces. Then the two sat and played a game. Pollaky eventually won, but not without a fight. With a smile on his face, Pollaky asked if there was anything he could do for Everett.
At first Everett wasn't sure what to say. Finally, Everett said, "I just arrived to London from America and am dire need of a job. Could you assist me?" His request was ernest, which made Pollaky think for a moment. Everett was afraid Pollaky would tell him to move on, but instead, the man made him a deal. Everett could have the place as long as he worked as a private investigator. It appeared that Pollaky was rather fearful of what may become of London in his absence and wished someone would continue where he left off. Going further in depth with this deal, Pollaky offered his assistance and guidance for the years to come. Everett took the deal and made his own practice in that small building.
Four Years Later
Everett was seeing very little work. He took whatever jobs he could get which included a robbery, spying on an employee and finding a runaway. Nothing exciting had come his way in a while. The upside was that he could do more research into English magic. Already he found an old castor on Birdcage Walk. They talked for hours when both had the time. Everett had learned more Latin to fuel his castings while his own native Hopi took sideline. While his castings essentially worked the same way, wether he use Latin or Hopi, they had different effects, especially since the literal translations were different. This made learning so exciting for Everett. Sometimes he'd spend hours in his small office just making up spells and learning different phrases. Old James even suggested the Olde English language as a source of power.
All of these languages held power within them, especially since they were spoken in the days of magic. As his castings became more powerful, Everett stopped using Hopi completely; these castings were too powerful for what he normally needed. Instead, he used Latin or Olde English to fuel his castings. Old James also told Everett about Eva who lived on Camwath Road. She was a powerful castor who had access to herbs and magical items, which she usually sold for a steep price. Despite her business personality, she was more than happy to help Everett when ever he needed advice. She was well versed in the Olde English incantations. She was the one who helped him perfect his pronunciation of the phrases and words. These castings and his magical abilities came in handy for many of his jobs. While he didn't use his powers foolishly, he used them frequently.
Lately, he hasn't had the need to use his magic on anyone. It was rather disheartening when he couldn't find a reason to use his powers. As he walked down the streets in the theatre district, he felt a slight pulse of magic and turned around. Looking around hesitantly, Everett wondered if someone was following him. With his left hand clutching a few leaves of holly, Everett warded himself saying, "praesidio cum ilex" in a hushed voice, before heading in the direction of the magic. At first everything was quiet, then screams pierced the night air.