Lyra has always been good. She's a good cousin. A good charge. A good witch. But apparently, not good enough.

Extraordinary detectives have extraordinary cases, the most outlandish and devious schemes to tell your friends in a bar or intrigue a first date, and Draco's begins something like this.

When I died, I expected rainbows and happiness, or maybe even fire and demons with pointy sticks of doom. But instead I got ninjas and more death. Yay... SI/OC