you are a cop. you're also magical. the two are not unrelated: while wizards are not particularly common, someone's got to make sure that the arm of the law extends also to the supernatural, and that's where you (and your partner?!) come in. whether it's chasing down rogue wizards, making peace between supernatural entities, or interrogating ghosts that have witnessed crime, getting coffee or a pint at the pub after hours, you have your hands full.
just don't make too many wand jokes, keep property damage to a minimum, and don't forget to do the paperwork at the end of the day.
an AU inspired by the rivers of london series by ben aaronovitch
[ There was a little girl waiting by the door of Dresden's apartment. Blonde, blue-eyed, neatly if conservatively dressed. Alone, or seemingly so. She would almost seem eerie... ]
[ ... Unless one knew her already. Then it was either worse or better than eerie. ]
[ Harry was just coming off a shift that was longer than anyone sane should probably undertake, but that was probably just another bit of evidence against claims of his sanity. He was dead beat and aching to sink into his bed for about twenty years, but of course, as he turned the corner to find that little girl waiting right by his door, he knew that wasn't going to be in the cards. ]
A little early to be selling Girl Scout cookies, isn't it? [ It wasn't too far into the morning and he didn't think a kid should up that early. But then again, he didn't like getting up that early as an adult. ]
[ Her lips pursed, and her chin rose, eyes suddenly looking far older... even as she did not quite force herself to stop showing her hands, both empty. No cookies. ]
Wizard Dresden.
[ Clearly not here for his day job. Besides, who ever even tried to say that Harry Dresden was sane? Either way, it was a formal address, and she waited for him to respond. She wasn't asking him to let her in, at this point, so that falling into bed thing might not be that distant. Possibly. ]
[ Well, that look was something Harry had only seen a few times from wizards far his senior, and not nearly with as much depth. To see that coming from a little girl was unnerving, but- as far as he knew, she was still a kid, if not a usual one. He steeled himself up a little after that address. ]
Well that's a title I don't get called much out of club meetings or DnD. [ He offered a small grin.
What can I help you with, Miss...?
LALALA going for AU, rather than rehashing their canon meeting...
[ Which. Is all the name that she has. It's enough - for her. ]
In the larger context of things, you cannot help me, and I cannot help you. It is a part of the neutrality that binds me.
However, as another side in the global balance of power has broken rules to procure certain information, I am allowed to point you in a direction that will be, if nothings goes majorly wrong, be beneficial to you. May I come in?
[ She could have come to him in the office, of course. She didn't. ]
[ That was a name he hadn't expected to hear outside of hushed conversations. Of course Harry knew what- who- The Archive was, but he hadn't expected it to be someone so... tiny. The wizard's brow furrowed as he took another look at this girl; the temptation to use his Sight was strong, but if she was telling the truth, that could very well bite him viciously on the ass. ]
... [ Without a word, Harry went to his door and opened it up, stepping through to the other side. His threshold wasn't strong; hell, it was practically nonexistent, but there was something there. He turned around on the other side and faced Ivy - he hated doing this, but better safe than sorry. He stared at her quietly - if she really was The Archive, she should understand what he wanted her to do: cross without his invitation, and leave some of her power (however much it may be), at the door.
He even stepped back to give her enough space to do so. ]
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[ ... Unless one knew her already. Then it was either worse or better than eerie. ]
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A little early to be selling Girl Scout cookies, isn't it? [ It wasn't too far into the morning and he didn't think a kid should up that early. But then again, he didn't like getting up that early as an adult. ]
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Wizard Dresden.
[ Clearly not here for his day job. Besides, who ever even tried to say that Harry Dresden was sane? Either way, it was a formal address, and she waited for him to respond. She wasn't asking him to let her in, at this point, so that falling into bed thing might not be that distant. Possibly. ]
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Well that's a title I don't get called much out of club meetings or DnD. [ He offered a small grin.
What can I help you with, Miss...?
LALALA going for AU, rather than rehashing their canon meeting...
[ Which. Is all the name that she has. It's enough - for her. ]
In the larger context of things, you cannot help me, and I cannot help you. It is a part of the neutrality that binds me.
However, as another side in the global balance of power has broken rules to procure certain information, I am allowed to point you in a direction that will be, if nothings goes majorly wrong, be beneficial to you. May I come in?
[ She could have come to him in the office, of course. She didn't. ]
no subject
... [ Without a word, Harry went to his door and opened it up, stepping through to the other side. His threshold wasn't strong; hell, it was practically nonexistent, but there was something there. He turned around on the other side and faced Ivy - he hated doing this, but better safe than sorry. He stared at her quietly - if she really was The Archive, she should understand what he wanted her to do: cross without his invitation, and leave some of her power (however much it may be), at the door.
He even stepped back to give her enough space to do so. ]