Just a series of one shots I wrote on holiday when I had some free time. There isn't much of a plot as I've tried to focus on the changing relationship between the characters and my OC. This is the first time I've written and published fanfiction in years!

"Look out! Out of my way! Move! Move! Move!"

These were the first words that Blodwyn Thomas heard from her soon to be best friend. Admittedly, they aren't the most reassuring words to hear when you first meet someone, but then again, most people don't first meet someone by having them crash into you.

"What the fu-"

"Where did he go?"

Blodwyn's amber eyes met the steady brown gaze of another girl.

"Who?"

"The professor. You must have seen him. Tall, handsome, wears a top hat."

"Err."

"Come on. Please. And this time I promise I'm not bombard him with extra puzzles. I need to get an essay to him. If I don't I might fail this module, and that cannot happen."

'Puzzles? What on earth is she talking about?' thought Blodwyn, 'London is stranger than I thought. Maybe I should've stayed in Wales and gone to Cardiff instead.'

Instead, she said, "Who are you looking for?"

"I told you already," sighed the mystery girl, "The professor."

"I believe that there are more than one professors at this university."

"Are there any others that matter."

"Maybe to people who do different subjects. What do you study?"

"Archaeology."

"She wants Professor Layton," laughed another student, "And not just to hand her essay into, if you catch my drift."

This caused the girl to jump up and start shouting at the other student.

'Yep,' thought Blodwyn, 'Definitely should've stayed in Wales. I thought I would be used to London by now.'

"You can help me find him."

"Huh?"

Blodwyn was snapped out of her thoughts by the girl turning her attention back to her, and jabbing her finger in Blodwyn's face.

"Well, you did make me lose him."

"By making you run into me?"

"You should've moved."

"Look," said Blodwyn standing up, "I have-"

"Where are you from?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your accent. You're not English are you?"

"I'm Welsh. What does this have to do with anything?"

"Oh nothing, I just like your accent that's all. I'm Rosetta."

"Blodwyn."

Gingerly shaking he hand, Blodwyn was suddenly dragged along behind her.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Getting to know you. I'll find the professor," Blodwyn noticed the almost dreamy way she said 'professor', "And then you can buy me coffee to apologise."

"Apologise for what?"

"Being in my way."

"Now see here-"

The rest of the way to Professor Layton's office was filled with arguing about whose fault it was that Rosetta lost the professor. By the time they arrived at his office it was conceded that it was ultimately Rosetta fault, however, Blodwyn will buy the coffee next time.

Blodwyn had never seen a man look as confused as the professor did, to see two university students suddenly burst into his office, one waving a paper about, and the other telling her to be quiet. He also looked confused, but kind of relieved, that Rosetta was quickly dragged out of his office by the other girl as soon as she handed in her essay.

It was definitely the beginning of an unusual friendship to say the least.