Still, do not own Harry Potter or SVU.
Following the other nights incident, Evangeline had been; confided to her bedroom, been called upon by the ministry for underage magic, and been told that once their cousin was contacted she was getting shipped off to America, New York to be exact. The young teen had written to her friends but just like before their answers had been not to worry and that they would be there soon. It seemed soon was not soon enough, though, the day before they had promised to come for her she had been packed up and sent to the airport. Her owl, Hedwig had been given the address and was told to meet her there in a few days. The flight felt long and boring to her mostly due to the fact that she was underage and they wouldn't give her any alcohol. Once her plane landed she looked around for the older woman, Olivia Benson. Instead, though she found a sign with her name written on it being held by a very tall bony looking old man.
"You the kid?" He asked.
"I'm Evangeline, where's uh, where's Olivia?" She asked.
"Olivia got called in on a case, are those all your things?" She didn't have much, just a trunk, her carry-on bag, and the empty cage. "Yep."
An awkward silence fell between them. "Let me help you with that." He said after staring at her things, wondering where her bird was.
"Thanks, but I've got it. Just need a trolley..." There were none around, though.
"We don't have those." He lifted one side of her trunk and huffed.
"Are you storring rocks in here?" He asked.
Evangeline lifted the other side up with as much effort as he had, "Its just the material."
She had never realized how heavy it was until she had to carry it around like this.
"My name is John Munch, by the way, you can call me Munch. Everyone else does." He said once they were in the car.
"Everyone calls me Eva or Angeline." The last part was a lie, but she was in a new place and that meant a fresh start for her.
"Well then, nice to meet you Angeline." It sounded odd hearing it come from another persons mouth, but she liked the name and smiled a little.
"So what exactly does Olivia do? And how do you know her?" She asked.
"Olivia and I are sex crime detectives. There's a whole group of us down at the 1-6, its all volunteer though, its the least respected unit out there." He informed her.
"Oh." And they were back with the awkward silence.
She didn't want to seem like a little girl and ask what Olivia was like, but she also wanted to know if this woman would be liked her aunt or Mrs. Weasley or any other woman she had met in her life, but she didn't and that stayed in silence until John started to tell her some weird conspiracy theories of his. She only half listens as she thought about Olivia, all she knew was that the woman was that she was a cop and about twenty-something and that this was her cousin on her mother and aunts side from their mothers side. Eva thought about all the things that Olivia could be like, would it just be an endless cycle of abuse or coddling or something else entirely which is what caused her to worry the most.