A/N: It's officially the newest piece of work that has been published for some time granted it's been on my very first 'doodle'.

A mention has to go out for GloriaNewt, our ping pong session with ideas for this chapter.

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Chapter Five – Tip of the Iceberg

Zelda promptly locked the door to her office and slumped against the oak door, she closed her weary eyes as she was finally granted a reprieve; there were no more appointments in her schedule for the remainder of the day, much to her relief.

The mandatory session had been mentally exhausting and gruelling than anticipated and Zelda cursed her for not being more prepared after all, she had access to the personal file from the guild archive which granted failed to include what the truth potion had revealed. She sighed, the session with Mistress Hecketty Broomhead could be considered a success although when compared to her other patients, she had established a professional rapport and a comfortable counsellor-patient relationship which had taken time to develop.

Zelda and Hecketty's complicated relationship had been forced from the beginning due to pressure from the guild then the betrayal and abuse of her professional position when she had decided to introduce the truth potion into the equation which guaranteed honesty but Zelda convinced herself otherwise, time was of the essence and the guild was willingly to overlook any questionable techniques used during the session.

Reluctantly, she pushed herself from the door and returned back to her desk where she snatched the pen and frantically document the session with Hecketty while the details of her memory was fresh. As, her wrist ached and protested, Zelda forced herself to work through the pain and began to abbreviate and use a form of short hand writing that she had developed over the years to save time especially if her patients were suffering from an 'episode'.

'Just one more hour.' Thought Zelda as she messaged her wrist

Zelda turned her attention to the lone piece of mail that sat on her desk for the past couple of days, she really did need to interview for an assistant to help with the burden of her job, the question was would the guild have the funding and would they approve if her having an assistant?

She inspected the familiar handwriting on the crisp envelope but was unable to remember or perhaps she was overly tired and her mind was deluded with exhaustion. The blood red wax seal cracked open and she retrieved a letter.

As she folded open the letter, her eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar logo which caused her to instantly remember, "Ah! Miss Amelia Cackle...what can I do for you?" she said aloud