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“So what you’re saying Jan is that these little teeny tiny pixie things were what caused my fundraiser to fail?” Helen asked in a measured voice, smoothing a small wrinkle from her pants. It had taken an entire week to give out refunds, track down sold goods, and they still were dealing with the aftermath. But there was only one wrong left that Helen could right and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

“Pixies that are part of the Unseelie Court, so the violent version” Jan replied after a sip of coffee her eyes a bit downcast and rightfully so. 

Helen hadn’t known about Jan’s little side job until this debacle after all, and that was an offense the older woman did not take lightly. But Jan had her uses. She knew her way around things, and people, and for that Helen could see past the complete and utter betrayal of trust. Just this once.

“Right” Helen nodded not caring about the Unseelie or whatever court. All that mattered  to Helen was making sure this never ever happened again “Do we know why they did this?” She asked looking steadily at Jan again, almost willing the woman to look at her. But Jan new better.

“Not entirely,” Jan shook her head raven hair falling around her “though there’s still some more I might be able to glean from the one I was able to catch”

“Right.” It fell out of Helen’s mouth with a polite venom “So say whoever did this still out there what are the chances of them targeting functions like the bake sale again?” Helen could see the wheels in Jan’s mind moving as soon as the words left her mouth. She was fighting with herself, fighting over what she should tell her non-supernatural leader and what she should omit. But in the end Jan was as loyal as a well trained Labradoodle and Helen appreciated that.

“Well that depends really,” Jan started “I mean could it happen again from pixies? Probably not. But they could use other methods”

Sipping her coffee Helen gathered her thoughts. For a woman who prided herself on being in the know it was unsettling to find out that there was a whole other world right underneath her nose. But Helen would never let that show. “What other methods?” She asked politely over her coffee knowing she was opening a door that she might never be able to close again.

“Uh well, a lot of them,” Jan mumbled slightly taking a sip of her coffee “A lot that you might not know about”

Looking over at the other woman Helen smoothed another invisible wrinkle from her pants, face trained into it’s politely poised position. This was not how she envisioned her Sunday would go, and it was unnerving to say the least. But Helen was anything but a coward, and even though she didn’t understand much now there was already a new goal forming in the back of her mind.