The Dresden Files / Bob the Skull / 46. Supernatural
Title: Banshee
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Winifred, Harry
Author: Cyloran
Prompt: 46. Supernatural
Word Count: 383
Rating: G
Summary: Harry inserts foot firmly in mouth
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Notes: AU. Inspired by kiffie's fab Teeny Adventures.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
A rogue wind blew through the tiny apartment, tearing at paper and lighter objects and throwing them into the air in a violent whirlwind.
"Ow! Hey!" cried Harry as he was struck in the ear by a small plastic D&D figure. It bounced onto his shoulder, tiny arm and sword raised in salute before it fell. "It's supposed to be a term of affection-"
The remainder of his sentence was drowned by a loud, infuriated cry. The wind rose proportionately, wailing in harmony with the Banshee's own. Heavier objects began to rise from their moorings. A plate encrusted with dried tuna flung itself from the depths of the kitchen sink and sped toward the Harry's head. He caught the movement from the corner of his eye and managed to duck. The china whizzed by to shatter into fragments on the wall immediately to his left.
"Wait a minute, okay? Just let me explain--!"
"Explain?!" The word was nearly lost in the furies that filled the room. The spectral wind howled as it lashed the Banshee's raven black hair like whipcords around a face as white as porcelain. She lifted her hands in reply to her opponent's plea and cried, "Explain THIS!"
The floor began to vibrate.
Harry looked down at his feet as he felt the earth literally begin to shake. Oh shit!
"Um, Bob?" The floor suddenly bucked beneath him, forcing him to fight to keep his balance. More objects tumbled and shattered, casualties to this new assault. Harry backed into a solid object and heard the heavy thud of books falling to the floor. "Bob! A little help here?"
A conscientious observer to all that had transpired, the ghost stood a short distance away, singularly unalarmed by the younger wizard's predicament.
"Oh no," he replied archly. "You fashioned this disaster. It is up to you to divine a way out of it."
Mortar began to crumble as the ceiling groaned in protest.
"Come on, Bob! She's going to kill me!"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Bob shrugged. "However," he continued with a stern (if slightly amused) tone, "If you survive this encounter - and I do emphasis if -- please bear it in mind the next time you feel inclined to call my Lady "Fred."
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Winifred, Harry
Author: Cyloran
Prompt: 46. Supernatural
Word Count: 383
Rating: G
Summary: Harry inserts foot firmly in mouth
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Notes: AU. Inspired by kiffie's fab Teeny Adventures.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
A rogue wind blew through the tiny apartment, tearing at paper and lighter objects and throwing them into the air in a violent whirlwind.
"Ow! Hey!" cried Harry as he was struck in the ear by a small plastic D&D figure. It bounced onto his shoulder, tiny arm and sword raised in salute before it fell. "It's supposed to be a term of affection-"
The remainder of his sentence was drowned by a loud, infuriated cry. The wind rose proportionately, wailing in harmony with the Banshee's own. Heavier objects began to rise from their moorings. A plate encrusted with dried tuna flung itself from the depths of the kitchen sink and sped toward the Harry's head. He caught the movement from the corner of his eye and managed to duck. The china whizzed by to shatter into fragments on the wall immediately to his left.
"Wait a minute, okay? Just let me explain--!"
"Explain?!" The word was nearly lost in the furies that filled the room. The spectral wind howled as it lashed the Banshee's raven black hair like whipcords around a face as white as porcelain. She lifted her hands in reply to her opponent's plea and cried, "Explain THIS!"
The floor began to vibrate.
Harry looked down at his feet as he felt the earth literally begin to shake. Oh shit!
"Um, Bob?" The floor suddenly bucked beneath him, forcing him to fight to keep his balance. More objects tumbled and shattered, casualties to this new assault. Harry backed into a solid object and heard the heavy thud of books falling to the floor. "Bob! A little help here?"
A conscientious observer to all that had transpired, the ghost stood a short distance away, singularly unalarmed by the younger wizard's predicament.
"Oh no," he replied archly. "You fashioned this disaster. It is up to you to divine a way out of it."
Mortar began to crumble as the ceiling groaned in protest.
"Come on, Bob! She's going to kill me!"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Bob shrugged. "However," he continued with a stern (if slightly amused) tone, "If you survive this encounter - and I do emphasis if -- please bear it in mind the next time you feel inclined to call my Lady "Fred."