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Memoirs of the heart.
Lucy Baker smiled warmly as she ran a brush through her light brown-blonde hair, her eyes bright as she hummed a warm little tune to match the merry mood she was in. Her bright energetic eyes glimmered and her smile was so soft and sweet to match the melody she hummed.
She looked at her reflection staring her back in the mirror and grabbed her peach orange cap before plopping it over her head, tweaking its position by grabbing the rim of the head accessory.
She put the brush down, feeling the bristles tickle her fingertips, and got to work on fastening the belts of her dark olive green military jacket with that same jolly grin on her face. It didn't take too long before Lucy had finished getting dressed and she got a good look at her bedroom.
The sunlight glared through the veil-like curtains of her bedroom and lit the room up in a partially amber glow that was quite beautiful to look at admittedly. The bed was also tucked up against a corner of the room so it was just next to the doors leading on to her small balcony. There was a wardrobe containing her clothes and a small dressing table complete with mirror sweetly decorated the small bedroom of her apartment.
Lucy was the assistant Detective constable of inspector Alfendi Layton and she was proud to be friends with such an extraordinary man. He was unique in character even though he had a good heart...most of the time. He was also very bouncy as he had the tenancy to go sort of insane the more criminals there were in a case although she had noticed a change lately.
Alfendi was a delight to work with and, even though he was an oddball, Lucy couldn't have wished for a better partner to be paired up with.
She had decided to be there for her friend and help him through this, even though she honestly couldn't even tell which side of the professor's constantly-changing personas was the real one -even though it was originally thought that "Potty prof" was the original; now it seemed that both sides were one in the same.
It now appeared that both of those split personalities had become one and had transformed into the professor's self, even though "potty" and "placid" constantly debated on certain matters and it was a bit awkward to witness...
Ever since then, anyway, things had changed for the better and for the worst.
It took ages but she had finally got herself ready as she clipped her badge to her hip and gave a twirl, giving a determined point of the finger as she exclaimed readily "All rightie world, here comes Lucy Baker!"
With that she darted down the stairs of her apartment with high spirits, a spring in her step and she neglected to have breakfast out of sheer excitement and she barreled out the front door and made a mad dash out the door, grabbing her satchel from the banister of the staircase and she raced out excitedly into the open world outdoors.
Outside her apartment was just a street bustling with life and had a few children playing here and there, it being the weekend and all, and the adults were paying no heed and continued to be wrapped up in their own personal affairs and the like. There was some greenery too as little Rose hedges had been potted and planted atop of a stone fence acting as a small barrier for the apartment complex.
The delightful scent in the air made Lucy take in all her surroundings and she couldn't even begin to describe her amazing neighbourhood as a few butterflies fluttered passed her face to just complete the smashing view just in front of her.
However, as she was bouncing down the stairs, a sudden metallic 'clang' of a noise caught her attention.
Her eyes widened with curiosity as she turned to look at the origin of the noise.
"Hi, Lucy!" A nasally voice called out and caught the girl's attention. Lucy's big browny eyes widened in surprise as she saw a friend riding (or trying to ride) a bicycle with a blue mail persons satchel that was loosely fitting his side in one of the illest of fits around ones waist. He was clinging on tightly to a lamppost with his lanky arms tossed around the thin metal pole yet the bike he was riding was completely shaky.
Lucy knew who this was! "Oh," she gasped "Hello Dustin!" then she cocked a confused brow at the young man "I didn't know you were a mailman too?"
The dude, named Dustin, didn't release his grip on the pole as his bike continued to wobble right underneath him yet he was clearly trying to reach his azure blue bag by doing something, may it be a dumb move or a clever move he was trying anything to reach into the bag as he constantly figited in the seat of the bike.
Lucy decided to be a friend and help him out by walking over to him and putting two hands down on the seat of the bike so it would stop trying to escape underneath its rider. Luckily that was the ticket and this had managed to steady the bike and the young man was able to finally reach into his satchel and grabbed a letter that he had been trying so hard to get.
The red haired young man smiled a little in gratitude as he pulled out the envelope, one arm still wrapped around the lamp post and he handed it to Lucy who had now released the wobbly bike's seat and she was unaware that as soon as she did this, Dustin had already began to disappear upon the horizon from the rapid speed his wonky bike was going at and she didn't notice since she was reading to whom this letter was addressed to.
Lucy's eyes scanned the neatly-written calligraphy and she was a bit shocked at whom the name was "...Hershel Layton, eh? Must be a someone who shares the last name with Prof or summat." She furrowed her eyes in suspicion though. Why was she given this letter addressed to someone who shared the same last name as Alfendi? There was no way it was addressed to one of his relatives...was there?
This was really strange. She didn't even know the address of this "Hershel" and never even heard of the guy. Perhaps it was all just a coincidence, a very, very freaky coincidence.
She decided to try to find the address and deliver the message.
Lucy did decide that she had enough time to kill and tried to ask around for where this "Hershel Layton" guy lived. Eventually she found herself going towards the Greensheller college since she had gotten some information that he was a professor working there which was strange since Alfendi had mentioned his father working as a professor in an academy...
This side of London was actually a pretty quaint place to be as the townsfolk was friendly and they were also very useful for assisting her with information. There was even a few happy voices cheering as lots of people strolled through the park and had even ran through the greeny pastures. As she passed the college she saw many students about her age walking along the school grounds, probably for a weekend lecture, and the fact that they seemed so cheerful and upbeat made her own cheerfulness spread throughout her entire heart. She was happy to live in such a world of where all she knew was a sort of contentment in the air even though there was always a sense of danger too.
It was sort of what made her a detective in the first place, that and a personal reason.
She hoped that this wouldn't take much longer...she needed to hop off to work!
The young woman with the thick Yorkshire accent walked along the sidewalk as she was hopelessly lost in the sea of possibilities of which house she was even going to. She needed some more help, hopefully it would sharpen her skills as a detective.
She continued to walk relentlessly as she refused to give up her search. She wanted to do her good deed for the day since she always loved helping others weather it be getting milk for a neighbour or getting a cat out of a tree even though it would probably make her an easy target for anyone to take advantage of her kindness.
Lucy then saw an old lady talking with an kindly gentleman who was dressed in a peculiar looking top hat with a matching brown coat with a high collar, trousers, wore an orange shirt beneath the coat and wore olive green shoes.
She tapped the elderly woman on the shoulder, grabbing her attention as she and the other man stopped conversing and the lady turned on her heels to face Lucy with a kind smile stretching her wrinkled lips.
"Oh," she smiled "what can I do for you, young lady?"
Lucy returned the smile and asked the question quick-draw, her Yorkshire voice kind and ringing with an optimistic flounce "Hello, I were wonderin' if you could tell me where I can find Hershel Layton I would be 'appy, thanks."
The woman stepped aside to show the top hat-wearing gentleman she was conversing with before "Ah, he is right here."
Lucy was surprised. The guy was here the entire time!? So this was the famous Professor Layton, was it? Well he didn't look like Alfendi so maybe the name and job was just a coincidence after all.
Professor Layton tipped the rim of his top hat to politely introduce himself "Hello there, madam, my name is Hershel Layton." He smiled in such a nice way that it was hard not to like the guy and even though he was taller than she was, a kind aura still emitted from the professor.
The two exchanged an awkward stare for a short period of time. Lucy had completely forgot why she was here for some reason as she mulled over the strange fact that this just might be Alfendi's father. Even though the Prof looked nothing like Professor Layton the possibility was still there since these strange coincidences didn't seem incredibly coincidental anymore, fair to say. This was quite strange and rather exciting now that she thought about it.
Finally the Professor broke the silence by clearing his throat gruffly "So, miss, do you have something you'd like me to look at or...?" His question wasn't incredibly rude but it wasn't very polite either but he didn't seem to notice until Lucy had snapped herself out of it and dug around for the letter that she had intended to bring to him.
She found it quickly and held it out towards the gentleman "Ah! I kinda received this in the post by accident." she explained bashfully "I've spent all morn tryin' to find you."
The professor took the letter. He examined the back of it carefully and smiled when he recognised the name on the back and nodded to the young lady in his wake and he used his free hand to politely tip his top hat at her again. He felt really happy towards her but then he noticed that badge shining on her hip, glittering away in the sunlight hanging overhead and recognised it almost immediately.
That badge indicated that she worked for the police force in someway but she didn't really seem like the type to apprehend criminal masterminds.
The Professor smiled warmly as he stuffed the letter into his pocket and nodded his head gratefully "Why, thank you."
Lucy smiled back at him and replied with a simple "You're welcome," and turned to walk away, however something had already been asked before she could even take another step "...Would you like to come with me for some tea?"
Lucy seemed surprised and looked back at the professor. Did he just offer her...some tea? It was a very polite offer but she didn't want to waste the poor man's time.
"Oh? I-I wouldn't want to be any trouble, Mr. Layton!" She tried to object but the professor insisted she had some tea after delivering his mail all the way to him personally. It was kind and besides...he had a question he really wanted to ask her, her working in the police force and all. Could she know him?
He never knew unless he asked.
Professor Layton smiled a small smile "Not at all, young madam, paying one back for such kindness is the duty of every Gentleman."
Lucy found Professor Hershel Layton to be a very interesting person. He was so polite and acted very calm and collected, someone whom was very trustworthy without question. The way he talked about being a gentleman was more than very nice and he seemed a bit like Alfendi in someway and she had to ask him a question. Could he be his father?
They both had a question to ask each other so, with a defeated sigh, Lucy caved in "Actually, I suppose I walked the whole morn to get here so I may need a ride. That and I had skipped breakfast."
Professor Layton nodded. Since she was so nice it was only fair to repay her this way. He would have to read the letter later as he stuffed it in his pocket and the nice old lady from before waving them goodbye before she limped her little way towards a nice cooler place from the beaming sunshine while the two began to walk off down the park and towards the Layton household...
Or what was the Layton household before it had became empty.
A/N: Oooh, it seems that Lucy Baker had just met Professor Layton. We get the see them both have tea and we might even see how Professor Layton had met Alfendi in the first place all those years ago.
What do you guys think of this meeting?
Edit: I decided to make this a very small story, this used to be apart of PL and AL and the guardians sceptre. But then I thought; nah, maybe this would be better. I hope this pleases you guys, I'll try and update PL and the Dragons sapphire ASAP.
Please like it and review what you think if that's alright and if you guys like this.
-Chloemcg
