A/N : JK Rowling's property. Still not mine.
To all of you, readers and visitors, thank you for reading my story.
Business
Rose and I decided to work together a few years into our work. She was crazy about her job. She could spend months on an object, lovingly restoring or curse-breaking it. She looked up its history, she labelled it, filed its origin, its time, its use. She should have worked in a museum. That was Rose at her best. But the company who employed her wasted her talents and she was bored out of her mind. She had the less interesting artefacts, she wasn't as well paid, she was required for menial tasks, her office was smaller. She hated her workplace as much as she loved her job.
She came to me. We hadn't stayed in touch but we both had kept tabs on the other. She wanted to create her own business and negotiate directly with private customers. Her idea was simple. Many wizards have problems with family artefacts or want specific ones. Her job was to repair, curse-break or restore them. My job, if I were to enter business with her, would be to find the wanted artefacts. The research was hers, the actual digging mine.
I had come at a personal stand-by. I missed home and I was tired of continually travelling. The sites were more and more demanding and my personal life was a mess. The girl I had been dating for years had called it quits. I couldn't possibly go to my parents. For one I was too old. And Melinda was Muggle so they had never really swallowed our relation. They had borne it and hoped it would only be temporary. Seemed their wish was granted.
I was left stranded in-between. I wanted an out. And a "different". Rose came to me at a favourable time. The opportunity was too good to miss.