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Jun. 13th, 2019 02:42 pmI double checked the address I had scrawled down on the notecard before glancing back up at the numbers on the house. Actually, it was more like a quintuple check because I really wanted to make sure this was the right house. Most people in the suburbs probably wouldn't take kindly to a six-foot, nine-inch guy wearing a black duster and carrying a walking staff ringing their doorbell by mistake. Heck, half the people whose doorbell's I ring on purpose don't really take kindly to the fact that it's me. That has less to do with my size than it does the whole "Harry Dresden, Wizard P.I." package though. And by package I mean my personality.
Hopefully that wouldn't be the case here. The Halliwell sisters had hired me to find a magical amulet they thought had been lost in the Chicago area and had decided to go with local help. Luckily for me they had the good (or possibly bad) judgement to hire the guy that is listed as "wizard" in the phone book. Even luckier (although I like to think it involved at least some skill on behalf of yours truly) was that I was able to find the amulet that they had hired me to find. Given what I had to go through to get it though I wasn't exactly going to trust it to the US Postal Service, as impressive as they are.
So I made the long trip from Chicago to San Francisco to hand deliver it. I say long because my type of magic and technology do not mix well so flying was really out of the question. I was able to make some of the trip via magic but most of it involved good old Greyhound and then a cab ride. That was another reason I hoped this was the right place, I would need to borrow the Halliwell's phone to call myself another cab.
Once I had convinced myself that I had the right place, or at least the place that I had written down, I walked up the front walkway to the door. The amulet weighed heavily in my pocket and I was eager to be rid of it. I knew that the sisters were Good People so I didn't have any reservations about handing it over, it was just that this was the point in the story where the protagonist thinks everything is in the bag only to find out there's a hideous demon waiting to eat his face off on the other side of the door.
Paranoid? Perhaps. But I'm also alive despite a lot of face eating attempts directed my way.
"Please don't be a hideous demon, please don't be a hideous demon," I murmured as I knocked on the door.
Hopefully that wouldn't be the case here. The Halliwell sisters had hired me to find a magical amulet they thought had been lost in the Chicago area and had decided to go with local help. Luckily for me they had the good (or possibly bad) judgement to hire the guy that is listed as "wizard" in the phone book. Even luckier (although I like to think it involved at least some skill on behalf of yours truly) was that I was able to find the amulet that they had hired me to find. Given what I had to go through to get it though I wasn't exactly going to trust it to the US Postal Service, as impressive as they are.
So I made the long trip from Chicago to San Francisco to hand deliver it. I say long because my type of magic and technology do not mix well so flying was really out of the question. I was able to make some of the trip via magic but most of it involved good old Greyhound and then a cab ride. That was another reason I hoped this was the right place, I would need to borrow the Halliwell's phone to call myself another cab.
Once I had convinced myself that I had the right place, or at least the place that I had written down, I walked up the front walkway to the door. The amulet weighed heavily in my pocket and I was eager to be rid of it. I knew that the sisters were Good People so I didn't have any reservations about handing it over, it was just that this was the point in the story where the protagonist thinks everything is in the bag only to find out there's a hideous demon waiting to eat his face off on the other side of the door.
Paranoid? Perhaps. But I'm also alive despite a lot of face eating attempts directed my way.
"Please don't be a hideous demon, please don't be a hideous demon," I murmured as I knocked on the door.
