Eve entered the room, just in time to see the creature and the envelope.  It took her moment to register the name, but when she did, a plethora of thoughts raced through her mind.  Anabelle Rathbone.  Daughter to a family of Wizards that held incredible sway with the council though they were not actually on it.  She had seen pictures in the tabloids of Anabelle and Casey together, which her mother had used to ridicule both parties.  Lauren had also managed to use the images of Anabelle to put down her own daughters, claiming they just weren't as poised or pretty as the woman that the despicable Murphy boy had decided to date.<br/><br/>The Rathbones were of high breeding.  Old magic and old money.  The Frosts liked to pretend they were the same, but Eve knew better.  Her family had only really risen to prominence in the last century or so, and even then, it didn't feel like they had a full foothold on their prominence within the council.<br/><br/>Somehow this little letter felt suddenly more threatening than the Rachlings did.  Why would his ex-girlfriend be contacting him, seemingly out of the blue?<br/><br/>"Maybe you should open that?"  Eve asked, waiting to see what he chose to do.  "I-I can go back in the other room if you want some privacy..."