This is a fic for the second Bartemaeus Trilogy. I don't own the right to BT and I don't think I do, I didn't wirte it, kthanks.

This is one I've had in my head for a while; new character and a bit of a love story.

Chapter One

Nathaniel was sitting at his desk. It was a usual Monday morning. Keep the commoners in the office on their toes. Still only fourteen Nathaniel held a high position in power, junior minister. He heard a small commotion. No doubt Clive Jenkins had started it. He opened his office door and walked out into the main office.

Standing in the middle of the room was a commoner. You could tell by the way she dressed. Her hair was bleach blonde, she wore numerous hemp necklaces with rainbow beads around her neck. She was also sporting on a black tank top and ripped jeans.

"What on earth is a commoner doing in my office? Jenkins? What on earth is she doing here?" Said Nathaniel

The girl looked totally discussed. Her brown eye brows were raised and her dark brown eyes rolled. She turned so you could see the beat up back pack with writing on her back and the skateboard in her hand.

"Please, tell this man I am his assistant minister?"

Nathaniel's first reaction was his jaw dropped on the floor, the second was anger, and the third was: "Jenkins! Why wasn't I informed about this! This is ridiculous!"

"Sir I didn't know. There was no warning, it was not my fault!"

Nathaniel ignored him. And turned back to the girl. She was perfectly calm. Like this was the way she expected things to happen. She also ignored the terrified clerk.

"I was told there is an empty office, where I could set up?" She said. Her accent foreign. Perhaps the United States?

"Wait," Said Nathaniel. "Wait, who are you? What are you doing here? Where are you from?"

She smiled a bit.

"I'm Lilith Morrison. I'm here to take my roll as junior assistant minister. I'm from Montreal, which is a city off the St. Lawrence rivers in Canada."

Nathaniel looked a little shocked. Why would a Canadian be hired into the British government? That was a preposterous idea. He would have to talk to Tallow or better yet Jessica Whitwell. She'd know what was going on.

"Yes, here I'll bring you to the office."

It was true. There was an empty office. Actually it was the one next to Nathaniel's and had been empty for some time now. He guessed this was why. She looked around the room as they entered. It was quite dusty and needed a paint job.

"Yes. Yes this will do. I'll be off now." She said.

Nathaniel looked at her puzzled.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To get myself organized. I dunno, maybe have a frappachino, you have starbucks here, right? Oh and I have to set up my apartment. Well I have lots to do actually. So I will see you tomorrow, or the next day. Are there any shows today?"

"Any what's?" Nathaniel was again puzzled by this strange Canadian girl.

"Shows, you know music bands?" She paused and looked at his face. "Oh, you are hopeless." And with that she was gone.

Nathaniel spent the rest of the morning wondering why she was here and the thing along those lines but they were all driven out of his mind by his hopeful lead on the resistance. Two demons would be reporting to him that afternoon.