Harry's Tiny Crappy Apartment, Chicago, Friday
"I hate being a wizard," Harry muttered.
"Wuss!" Bob's eyelights were dancing merrily.
"What would you know about it? I've been outside for hours. It's freezing out there and I can't even take a hot shower and the thermostat is stuck at 55." He was pulling on a second sweatshirt as he spoke.
"Poor little wizard," Bob taunted. "Whose fault is it you turned into a wizard-sicle anyway?"
"Shut up."
"You're the one who decided you needed to take care of that little spirit problem tonight."
"Because spirits are so talkative in daylight." Harry added a second pair of socks to his feet as well.
"And you did it outside. In a snowstorm."
"You're not helping."
"Not trying to!"
"I'm going to sleep now. Under these 9 blankets." Harry sighed and burrowed under said pile of blankets. "If I freeze to death I'm moving into your skull to haunt you. Forever."
[It's still November in Chicago and I started this before midnight it totally counts really.]
"Wuss!" Bob's eyelights were dancing merrily.
"What would you know about it? I've been outside for hours. It's freezing out there and I can't even take a hot shower and the thermostat is stuck at 55." He was pulling on a second sweatshirt as he spoke.
"Poor little wizard," Bob taunted. "Whose fault is it you turned into a wizard-sicle anyway?"
"Shut up."
"You're the one who decided you needed to take care of that little spirit problem tonight."
"Because spirits are so talkative in daylight." Harry added a second pair of socks to his feet as well.
"And you did it outside. In a snowstorm."
"You're not helping."
"Not trying to!"
"I'm going to sleep now. Under these 9 blankets." Harry sighed and burrowed under said pile of blankets. "If I freeze to death I'm moving into your skull to haunt you. Forever."
[It's still November in Chicago and I started this before midnight it totally counts really.]