A/N: Mowam peeps! It's me again! Heey... Don't cry! That's not nice! Annyyways... I'm a big fan of those stories with lots of little sub-plots that you have to work out (take 'Holes' for example. Clever little sub-plots there!) but... Because I'm writing, it may get a tad confusing... Or just too easy to figure out. I'm still trying to get a nice writing style *attacks self* so I'm reading good-knows how much and practising writing a LOT more. Which reminds me... I only have two chapters of 'The Wee Free Men' to read, so I'll go read that... Laters peeps!

~Seriously, three hours later~

Okay, I finished ma book (and watched a little telly an' that) and now I'm gonna start writing this fanfic! It's not that interactive (like my Q&A) but I still want ya to think! Just like the game, this fanfic has mysteries that have to (and will!) be solved! I actually had to PLAN OUT and BRAINSTORM this fanfic, just so it was clever *groans*. In my brainstorm, I have planned out nine mysteries, though I may add more if I get some ideas! Anyways, on with the prologue! If you have read 'The Wee Free Men' then Mrs. Millare's accent should remind you of somethin'. I don't know why... But I seem to be hurting Luke a lot more in fanfics now...

Memories

Chapter I ~ Prologue

Flora kicked off her floral-patterned bed covers in distress. It was hot, just too hot! It was Spring is well, since when did you have heat strikes and draughts in Spring. She bet Luke was having fun, in the fancy college houses up at Cambridge, were it was apparently cooler. The Professor's house was lovely, and nice decorated with vases and the odd painting, but the college house's were so much nicer, and did she mention fancier? Also, the college house's were settled just outside the undisturbed city of Cambridge, surrounded by fluffy cloud-like sheep that glided past on the green sea, with the occasional sheepdog zooming past like a beautiful shooting star. 'They're not sheepdogs! They're Border Collies!' Luke corrected when they first came to visit. Flora didn't like it when Luke was a smart-arse, but then who did?

Layton's house was in the suburb, a fifteen minute walk from the city. No sheep floated gracefully across the meadows, unless you counted the dirty, straggly one's on the city-farm. No Border Collies zoomed across, unless you counted the mangy, flea-bitten mutt's that were forced to hunt for food. The Professor's house wasn't the biggest in the world, he moved there when he got his first job as a class-assistant, he wasn't even a professor then. It was only meant for him. When Luke came to stay –and ended up living there – Hershel had to change the only guest room into Luke's room. It was even worse when Flora came to live with him. He had to hire a small team of builders to build her a room above the kitchen, though of course, building takes time; Flora slept in the Professor's room, while the Professor slept on the squashy sofa in the living room. At least furniture wasn't a problem, Flora had plenty from her old quarters at Reinhold Manor, so Layton didn't have to get into even more debt.

There was also the house-keeper (who didn't live too far away), a perplexing woman called Mrs. Millare, who spoke with a peculiar Scottish accent. Although she could be strict, she was still a delightful woman, and was a good 'mother' or 'grand-mother' figure to the two children. She left though, when she moved to a quiet city called Leicester. "Crivens! I want to see ye children agen, you ken?" she laughed on her last day. Some words like 'Crivens!' and 'ken' (which is what she said instead of 'know') were just words she randomly concocted, unless she read then from a book... "Aye! You two will bae big 'n' strong one dae!"

A frightful, yet wonderful person.

A sharp tone filled the air, echoing around the silent, sleepy-headed house. The noise was at first unrecognisable, quickly eroding away the peaceful silence, however after a few moments of the dreadful sound, anyone could tell what it was. The telephone. Flora swung her legs off the side off her bed and padded into the landing, and began descending the staircase and into the hall. They hardly got phone-calls, especially at this time! The Professor must have been working late in his study, he was still in his orange shirt and dark brown trousers when he answered the noisy machine. It was needless to say he was, of course, wearing his top hat.

"Hello?" said Layton in his ever-calm voice. There was a pause. "Yes... Yes..." Another pause, Layton frowned slightly. "I understand, yes. Goodnight" The Professor hung up and fell onto the sofa, rubbing his forehead; a strange grotesque expression was on his face. Fear; or was it sadness? His signature hat had fallen over his eyes, making only his lips the only thing to read. He slipped on his also dark brown jacket and headed for the door. He stopped when he realised Flora was there in her nightie.

"Are you going somewhere?" she said quietly, leaning one side on the oak door. Though the silence was disturbed, she was hoping it would wash over her again. This silence was only awkward.

Layton blinked. "That was the land-lord of Luke's college house. There was an accident and I have to bring him home immediately. If you remind me in the morning, I will inform you if I know more on the subject."

~Mystery #1~

The Accident

There was a so-called accident at Luke's college house, but what on earth could the details of this accident be? What sort of accident needs you to go some-place else immediately?

Flora nodded slowly, the information was sinking into her head, turning into memories. It was such a short phone conversation, the Professor wouldn't even know what this accident was. "I understand... Will you be gone all night?"

"I hope not, my dear. It is probably nothing to fret over. Try and get back to sleep."

"Goodnight then, Professor." Flora climbed back up the stairs and into her room. She heard the front door click shut and Hershel's shoes on the gravel, along with the Laytonmobile's engine as it was brought to life. Violet, the tabby cat which Luke fondly named after her purple kitten eyes, was basking in the clean moonlight cast on Flora's bed. Flora nudged the cat slightly, hoping she would curl up more like the cats in the children's books. "Move up, Letty."

The cat glared at Flora with her green no-longer-kitten eyes as if to say, you weren't using the bed a few moments ago. Why do you want it now? Flora sighed and picked up the bed-covers, which had been lying on the floor ever since she kicked them off, and threw it over the cat. Letty miaowed (though it sounded more like mmmraaah!) lividly despite the fact she liked being under the covers, and darted onto the windowsill, where she licked her paws happily.

Although the Professor had said 'It is probably nothing to fret over.' Flora found herself nothing but fretting. If only she was a cat, not caring about anything – or anyone – else, worshipping the moon's crisp rays. If only, if only.

A/N:Tadaa!? So whatcha think? I based 'Letty' on my real cat ^.^ She's older than me by six months XD This is the part when I beg for reviews and constructive criticism (I only ever go one... Thank you Nutella's Biggest Fan!! *gives... Nutella!*) so... PLEASE GIVE ME CONSRUCTIVE CRITISM AND REVIEWS!!!! I'll let you poke my scar :D Don't worry... It's on my face. *points above right eyebrow* Oh yeah, I also want you to take a wild guess at mystery #1!!

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