Owls

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[onceacop]

She was waiting patient as can be outside of Ravenclaw with her boot stuck in the crack between the portrait and the wall. She wasn't going to be late for a confession, thanks. Especially something embarrassing like this. She checked her watch and tried not to look edgy.

[dresdenfile]

Murphy was edgy. This...couldn't be a good sign.

"Hey," I said, being a smart monkey and stepping up beside her rather than behind her. "What's up?" Automatically my arm went around her shoulders, and I bent to drop a kiss on her forehead.

[onceacop]

"Hey." She slid her arm around his waist and accepted the kiss with a smile. "I'll tell you once we have a couple beers."

[dresdenfile]

"I can live with that, I think." I grabbed the edge of the portrait and opened it, standing back to let her in--I still had to do that, even though it must still irritate her--and gave her a little grin.

[onceacop]

Oh, honestly. She retaliated by getting them the pints and settling on an otherwise abandoned corner of the bar. "I went to Cox," she launched into her confession without another warning. "About our problem."

[dresdenfile]

I choked. "You went to Cox?" I said. I didn't need to ask what 'problem' she was referring to. "Seriously? Oh God...and he said what? Aside from laugh his ass off, that is."

[onceacop]

"Nothing, yet. I gave him my notes and he's working on it." She took a sip of her beer. "It's not natural, Harry. It simply isn't."

[dresdenfile]

"Well, yeah, I have to agree with you there," I said, shaking my head as I followed her in. "Something out there really hates us." Still, the thought of Cox...don't get me wrong, I really liked the guy, but the thought of him knowing about our little...problem...was kind of an embarrassing one. "Wait, you had notes?"

[onceacop]

".... of course I had notes. Just every way we'd gotten interrupted. Don't worry, I wasn't descriptive."

[dresdenfile]

I stared. "Oh God," I said, putting a hand over my face. "I can only imagine how long that list is."

I led her to the bar, hopping behind it to grab two beers. "Has he come up with anything yet?"

[onceacop]

"We're incompetent," she offered dryly.

[dresdenfile]

I raised an eyebrow. "'Incompetent'? At what, evading the eight hundred things this castle throws at us?" Cracking open the beer, I sighed. "Yeah, it was 'incompetence' that brought the bookshelf down. Right."

[onceacop]

"Or brought him to our door that one day. I don't know, I didn't say he was right." She sighed too and put up her feet. "I just can't figure out who'd curse us."

[dresdenfile]

I wasn't sure, either. That sort of thing wasn't Marcone's style, and Thomas wasn't that mean. "Maybe it's not even an intentional curse," I said. "Maybe we just...hit some kind of inavertant negative energy, or...something. Of the people I could think of who would want to curse me, none of them would choose...this." Damien Thorn would definitely go for something a lot more nasty, I felt.

[onceacop]

"Unless someone's just trying to distract you." She looked thoughtful. Detective brain on the case.

[dresdenfile]

I gave her a lopsided grin. "Murph, if they wanted me to be really distracted, they wouldn't keep getting in the way," I pointed out. If things had actually been going our way, I'd probably have been useless at the moment.