Summary: Of course, Flyaria (magical world) can't be perfect. That is why they have Melinda a fairy with a mystical mind, a private investigator and her partner Finney a pixie with the smarts. With both their minds combine they can solve about any mystery that comes flying there way.

Once Upon a Mystery

Chapter 2: Dwarf Household

"Fin, the waitress was of no help. It was like a teen magazine reading itself. What about you? I'm out." She walked down the street, her bubblegum pink hair flowing in the wind. She sauntered into a tiny magazine shop across from R' Charms.

"Hey, Mel. He is taking me now. Come. We are going out the door. I'm out." Finney whispered. She looked around, seeing words and letters flying across the room. Magazines attracting the letters like magnets. She picked up a few books and flipped through them, trying not to look mysterious. Then, she had gotten bored.

She walked out of the shop and followed behind Finney and the dwarf. He was trembling, his keys jingling in his pockets. She finally, caught up taking Finney by his arm.

"Hello, Minns. Melinda at your service." She smiled. He looked up at her in odd suspicion. She took out her badge, showing him. He smiled a small smile, and continued walking. Finney took off his blue tinted glasses and clean them on his shirt. He was disguised as a fairy with electric blue hair, and a black suit. His wings resting as hers were.

"Minns, you said there was no clues spotted? There is always clues at a case." She asked in curiosity. Her pointed ears pricked in disappointment. The dwarf nodded, as he took out his keys. A huge gate stood before them, golden and shining. The dwarf looked around, and diverted his gaze on his home. Which was a beautiful sight to see.

The home had a rich coat of red paint the grass unusually purple and a little dirt path. The dwarf led them up the twisting path. Melinda and Finney gazing at the most peculiar things. A pink bush sprouted little tiger lilies as they went by, everything seemed to be coming to life.

"Here it is. The safe is open, protection spells gone. Nothing but a fresh coat of dust is there." The dwarf said quietly. "I'll go fetch a batch of tea. It will do your body a good bit of magic." He smiled and walked away.

"Finney, do you think this will be easy. Surely there must be a clue. Let's go see this safe." She said as she walked toward a open safe. "It's gigantic, my, my. No magic anywhere near it." She sensed no vibrations of any magic. She went to the floor to see anything from there. She scanned it with her footprint seeker but nothing was found. She took her clue finder but nothing picked up. So, she crawled around on the floor, sheing anything she could find.

Finney was calculating this in his brain. The answer was incomplete. He looked at Melinda crawling on the ground looking for something. Melinda found nothing, nothing at all.

"Tea, coming in. Careful." Dwarf said happily carrying in a tray of tea. He handed Finney and Melinda a cup of tea. As Melinda drank from it she was mesmerized, a sensation fill her making her happy again. Finney drank a sip, and he smiled. Smiled!? He drank the cup, quickly and set it on the tray the dwarf smiled. Melinda set hers on the tray, but it wasn't empty. The dwarf staring at them in satisfaction, wasn't watching his feet and tripped and spilled Melinda's cup. It went on the wooden floor boards, and gave us a clue. One clue. The formula of tea made the burglary's footsteps glow a bluish color.

"But, I had already scanned the floor for any footsteps!?" She looked amazed at the dwarf. She scanned the footprint to see what shoe it was. "It is warlock shoe specially made to fit the foot. Fairly new, bought a couple days ago. The color is unredeemable." She said. Finney logging this into his handheld computer. He looked it up.

"Mel, there is only one place near here who makes warlock shoes. Let's go. Good day Minns." He closed his computer and put it into his pocket. The dwarf waved as they went out the door.

"Do you have a lead on what foot it was?" Melinda said. She flipped opened her scanner. She looked at the picture of the shoe, and the color was still processing. She groaned.

"No, there is no foot that matches on anyone near this town." Finney said. Melinda was now changing her disguise yet again. She was now a witch. Her pointed hat and light fuchsia colored skin. Finney snapped his fingers and changed into a warlock. He had light peach skin and dark moody hair with a small pointed hat.

"How dreadful." Melinda said speaking in a English accent. She giggled. Finney rolled his eyes.

"Melinda, you are so unpredictable…" Finney said as they walked down the street trying to get a lead on this case.