The Dresden Files / Bob / 21. Speed
Title: Talking Shop
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Harry
Prompt: 21. Speed
Word Count: 662
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
Harry really didn't care who saw him or what their opinion was. Let them snigger behind his back (though there was that one guy who just laughed outright). With less than an hour before sunset, he was in too much of a hurry to bother with a retort.
Juggling bags and unwieldy objects, Harry fumbled with the doorknob for several precious minutes before he was able to pop the latch and shoulder the door open. At times like this, it royally sucked that his roommates were unable to answer doors or lift gates. (Even supposing Mister would deign to help him with so mundane a task. That was clearly a dog's job.)
"Bob!" Harry's voice was muffled as he wrestled his cargo across the shop front and through the adjoining narrow hallway to the lab door. "I've got the stuff."
The ghost looked up from the spell book he had been consulting just as the metal door flew open, rattling glass bottles and jars on their shelves.
"Careful!" Bob warned. "You'll break the-- Is that a swimming pool on your head?"
"No, Bob. I'm just happy to see you." At the ghost's puzzled expression, Harry sighed. "Never mind. Yeah, it's a pool." It had been easier to wear the partially deflated plastic kiddie pool like a cowled cloak than to try and drag it along behind him.
Bob's expression quickly shifted to one of concern. "Harry, perhaps it is time that you summoned a doctor. That blow you took to your head--"
"I'm fine." As if it were merely a bulky raincoat, Harry pulled the still damp plastic tighter and carefully made his way between the shelves filled with fragile ingredients and the worktable to the open space on the other side. "You wanted a physical barrier, so I got you a physical barrier."
"It is a child's toy."
"Best I could do on short notice." He shed the pool, letting it fall to the floor in the exact center of the silver casting circle embedded in the concrete. It instantly sprang back into a perfectly round shape, the bright yellow and blue SpongeBob character theme ludicrously cheerful in the candlelit lab.
"It will have to suffice." Scowling, Bob walked through and then around the object. "It may even work," he grudgingly admitted.
"Sure it'll work. Before you know it, every wizard will want one to conjure water elementals."
"I find that highly doubtful." The ghost looked imperiously at the object strapped to Harry's back. "And the fashion statement?"
"Huh? Oh!" Tugging at the straps, Harry shrugged out of the bright pink backpack still bearing its red 'clearance' sticker. "Got everything we need right here," he said as unzipped the bag and upended it.
An odd assortment of objects spilled across the table and the open grimoire. Within the jumbled pile was a spool of nylon thread, a copy of Field and Stream magazine, Nutrafin fish flakes, a bright yellow rain poncho, rainbow-hued birthday candles, a CD of Handel's Water Music, goulashes, sponges, and a bottle of blue-green algae pills.
Bob cast his gaze over the inventory of items. "That does indeed seem to cover everything." He reached out with a pale hand and pointed. "Except this. What is it for?"
"Dinner." Harry fished the Hershey's Bar out of the pile and started peeling away the brown and silver wrapper.
"I must admit, I am impressed. You have been gone less than an hour and yet you have acquired all of the necessary spell components. I had no idea there was such a well stocked purveyor of wizarding supplies so close to home."
"It's not called a 'convenience' store for nothing," said Harry around a mouth full of chocolate.
"If I might inquire for future reference, what is the name of this wondrous shop?"
"Wally World, the desperate-wizard-on-a-shoestring Mecca," said Harry as he added the candy bar's silver lining to the pile of spell components. "Come on. Let's do this thing…"
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Harry
Prompt: 21. Speed
Word Count: 662
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
Harry really didn't care who saw him or what their opinion was. Let them snigger behind his back (though there was that one guy who just laughed outright). With less than an hour before sunset, he was in too much of a hurry to bother with a retort.
Juggling bags and unwieldy objects, Harry fumbled with the doorknob for several precious minutes before he was able to pop the latch and shoulder the door open. At times like this, it royally sucked that his roommates were unable to answer doors or lift gates. (Even supposing Mister would deign to help him with so mundane a task. That was clearly a dog's job.)
"Bob!" Harry's voice was muffled as he wrestled his cargo across the shop front and through the adjoining narrow hallway to the lab door. "I've got the stuff."
The ghost looked up from the spell book he had been consulting just as the metal door flew open, rattling glass bottles and jars on their shelves.
"Careful!" Bob warned. "You'll break the-- Is that a swimming pool on your head?"
"No, Bob. I'm just happy to see you." At the ghost's puzzled expression, Harry sighed. "Never mind. Yeah, it's a pool." It had been easier to wear the partially deflated plastic kiddie pool like a cowled cloak than to try and drag it along behind him.
Bob's expression quickly shifted to one of concern. "Harry, perhaps it is time that you summoned a doctor. That blow you took to your head--"
"I'm fine." As if it were merely a bulky raincoat, Harry pulled the still damp plastic tighter and carefully made his way between the shelves filled with fragile ingredients and the worktable to the open space on the other side. "You wanted a physical barrier, so I got you a physical barrier."
"It is a child's toy."
"Best I could do on short notice." He shed the pool, letting it fall to the floor in the exact center of the silver casting circle embedded in the concrete. It instantly sprang back into a perfectly round shape, the bright yellow and blue SpongeBob character theme ludicrously cheerful in the candlelit lab.
"It will have to suffice." Scowling, Bob walked through and then around the object. "It may even work," he grudgingly admitted.
"Sure it'll work. Before you know it, every wizard will want one to conjure water elementals."
"I find that highly doubtful." The ghost looked imperiously at the object strapped to Harry's back. "And the fashion statement?"
"Huh? Oh!" Tugging at the straps, Harry shrugged out of the bright pink backpack still bearing its red 'clearance' sticker. "Got everything we need right here," he said as unzipped the bag and upended it.
An odd assortment of objects spilled across the table and the open grimoire. Within the jumbled pile was a spool of nylon thread, a copy of Field and Stream magazine, Nutrafin fish flakes, a bright yellow rain poncho, rainbow-hued birthday candles, a CD of Handel's Water Music, goulashes, sponges, and a bottle of blue-green algae pills.
Bob cast his gaze over the inventory of items. "That does indeed seem to cover everything." He reached out with a pale hand and pointed. "Except this. What is it for?"
"Dinner." Harry fished the Hershey's Bar out of the pile and started peeling away the brown and silver wrapper.
"I must admit, I am impressed. You have been gone less than an hour and yet you have acquired all of the necessary spell components. I had no idea there was such a well stocked purveyor of wizarding supplies so close to home."
"It's not called a 'convenience' store for nothing," said Harry around a mouth full of chocolate.
"If I might inquire for future reference, what is the name of this wondrous shop?"
"Wally World, the desperate-wizard-on-a-shoestring Mecca," said Harry as he added the candy bar's silver lining to the pile of spell components. "Come on. Let's do this thing…"