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[aurorpotter]

Who: Harry Potter and Aaron Hotchner
What: A meeting, of sorts
When: Dec. 1st
Where: Police Station
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete

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[anchor_on_heart]

Hotch had been meaning to stop in to the Aternaville Police Station and introduce himself, but the fact was, he wasn't used to going into a station unannounced. He wasn't on a case, and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had no reason to acknowledge his rank right now. As it stood, he was an agent on vacation.

Still, it wouldn't hurt. So he stepped into the station, showed the secretary his badge and asked to the officer in charge. The tough looking older woman pointed a thumb back towards an office with a frosted glass door. Once in front of it, he knocked twice, briskly.

[aurorpotter]

Harry thumbed his glass back up the bridge of his nose and gaped at the door. No one around here knocked, ever. It wasn't done, not that he didn't appreciate the gesture. He did. But that didn't stop him from reacting in the least professional way possible.

He shook himself from his bizarre thoughts and stood. "Come in?" Right, maybe he shouldn't have made it sound like a question, but no one knocked. No one.

Then again, the door was more or less always open unless Harry was feigning work and trying to catch up on sleep instead.

[anchor_on_heart]

It struck Hotch immediately that the voice which beckoned inside was...young...ridiculously young. Regardless, he entered and took in the small office with a single sweep of dark, discerning eyes.

"Detective Potter?" His words came out evenly, calmly, despite the fact that Aaron was marveling at how young the other man looked. Too young to make detective, definitely.

...Unless he was like Reid, which really would be unbelievable.

"I'm Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, BAU, do you have a moment? I'm not here on business, but I just moved into town. I...wanted to introduce myself and familiarize myself with the station, if that's alright."

[aurorpotter]

BAU? American. Right.

Right. That was all right. And he had moved here, which was a lot better than some of the other people in town. Agent Hotchner didn't seem particularily frightened or alarmed by being in a strange little town in Canada. That boded for an easier meeting than with little girls crying and clinging to men who could probably shred him with his fingers.

"Er, yeah, that's fine. Why don't you have a seat? I'll just--" Harry lifted his wand from the desk and sent the stack of folders that were resting on the chair opposite him flying toward the filing cabinet where they sorted themselves. He rather liked that spell. He was just as certain there were others, namely Snape, who would hate it.

"There. Have a seat. Want anything to drink or...? I think we've got some coffee left from this morning if you want."