Not what you call his cup of tea [open!]

[brbsavingpeople]

Characters: Harry of the Potter sort
Time: after the time warping, afternoonish
Location: Around town
Content:  reluctant shopping. Help most desperately wanted
Format: Prose most likely
Warnings: none for the moment

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[scarfandknives]

[brbsavingpeople]

Harry didn't notice someone coming behind him until it was too late, just in time to catch himself from sprawling across the sidewalk. Merlin, was he really that out of it to not even notice people around him?

"No problem. I'm wasn't paying any attention." He apologized back, flashing a small embarrassed smile while unconsciously going to fix his bangs, re-hiding the scar showing through. Though he was most definitely no where near the wizarding world, he couldn't help but still take slight precaution. Fleur was here after all, who says someone else wouldn't show up?

[scarfandknives]

[brbsavingpeople]

Harry winced just the slightest when the girl had noticed the scar though he breathed a silent breath of relief when she no other mention of it. He couldn't help but stare just the slightest as the floating box appeared, not quite sure what to make of it. "It's um, nice to meet you." He said faintly.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he straightened up, giving the street a quick visual sweep. "Right. All sorts of things out here apparently." He murmured, thinking back to Fleur and her account of the creature that had attacked them. If this sudden trip had given him anything, it had been the reprieve from the Death Eaters, though it had been replaced with less-than-human things only seen in his schoolbooks.

[beyondimagining]

Will was wandering through the streets of this city, and thinking over everything that had happened in this strange place. More than ever, he wished he could speak to Merriman about everything. Was his presence here part of the prophecy as well? Or was this some new task?

[outtabubblegum]

Strange was a fundamental fact of life for any wizard, particularly one named Harry, and this particular Harry had gotten very good at constantly redefining his definition of what was and wasn't normal. He'd found the concept of weird to be a highly fluid one, and concepts like zombie T-Rex's, horror movies come to life, or finding out the Almighty's head spook was a Tolkin fan were noted, assessed, commented upon sarcastically, and then filed away for later use. Even the idea of other universes, indeed ones populated by people with at least a surface resemblance to fictional characters from his own universe, was something he'd managed to adjust to surprisingly quickly. Really, it took a lot to phase Chicago's only wizard.

A lot, apparently, included walking down the street towards a rather average looking bespectacled boy, only to suddenly spot a extremely distinctive scar on his forehead.

A extremely distinctive lightning bolt scar to be precise

[brbsavingpeople]

Strange was, in fact a rather normal definition for this Harry's life, especially after his 11th birthday. His sense of weird was rather skewed especially with the magic that surrounded his school life. Honestly, to him this rather normal city was weirder compared to anything . Then again, not even they had ever been stuck repeating the same day for weeks.

Weird though, also came in the form of rather tall men suddenly walking into rubbish bins. Harry paused mid step, giving him a polite glance over. "Are you alright?"

[outtabubblegum]

Doing a rather artful dance to avoid landing on his face, if hopping about like a one legged stork could be called artful, Harry managed to recover just in time to see a literary character looking at him as if he were trying not to judge this nutjob he'd stumbled upon.

Harry Dresden. Cosmic punchline.

"Oh, I'm fine. That would have hurt my dignity if I hadn't had it surgically removed years ago."