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[harrythelizard]

Who; Harry Dresden (harrythelizard) and you!
What; September log (various places) (prompts in comments)
Where; Around town
When; Throughout the month of September
Warnings; None at the moment, but I’ll update as necessary

Locations are various, prompts in comments

If you’d like a personalized prompt or have something you'd like to do with Harry, contact me on plurk (vikael) or Discord (vikael#0221)

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Early September; Market District

[harrythelizard]

It came to Harry’s attention very quickly that money was going to be something he needed. This city, also, had the added bonus of actually taking a professional wizard seriously. At the very least, he’d be able to avoid the usual spam calls he received, the pranksters, the people asking if he was actually serious. He wasn’t expecting too many people to show up at the doorstep of the modest shop front he’d found available in the Market district begging for the sort of aid only a guy like him could provide, of course. He wasn’t the only practitioner of the Art around here, enough people buzzed with the sensation of power around them to tell him that, but no one else was hanging a sign over their new shop front that advertised “Wizard Services”, either.

After that was finished, he moved inside to retrieve an easel sign. The text there in chalk isn’t the most artistic, the handwriting is pinched but legible, and displays the following:

Wizarding Services;

• Consultation
  
• Lost Items
  
• Talismans
  
• Potions
  
• And more! (inquire within)

Afterward, he heads inside, turning a sign hanging on the door outward from “Closed” to “Open”.

Inside, people won't find a shop filled with display cases of talismans. Instead, there is a desk across from the door, comfortable chairs in front, a nice and welcoming fireplace, and a door on the other end of the small but welcoming space labeled "Employees Only".

Mid September; Market Stalls (Shopping for Supplies)

[harrythelizard]

One good thing about living in a town so rife with magic is the availability of spell components. Back home in Chicago, he typically had to do a lot of his own collection, whether it was capturing sunlight in a prepared handkerchief or bottling mice scampers, ingredient collection had been a tedious necessity. Awesomely, things were traded in the market district that he never would have dreamed of finding back home, and seeing as part of his new-found business was the creation and production of talismans of various persuasions, he can be found regularly browsing the stalls filled with more curious wares.

By all appearances, whenever someone happens upon him, he seems to really be enjoying the shopping, smiling, muttering to himself about something he’s found and how it could be applied. Harry’s a magic nerd. So sue him.

Closed → Ivy Tamwood

[harrythelizard]

Even as he headed to her apartment, hoping she was there, everything in the logical part of his mind was screaming at him this was a bad idea. The last time they'd talked, they'd even agreed it was a bad idea, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. No amount of magical prodding he'd done had suggested his inability to stop thinking about her was magically or supernaturally induced, either, and while Harry Dresden could be exceptionally stubborn and hard-headed, in the last few weeks, another voice had joined the chorus. An annoyingly familiar voice he'd come to look up to, at least in some ways.

Thomas would tell him that yes, Ivy was dangerous, but he would also note that Harry was dangerous too, and that Ivy's nature suggested she would better be able to protect herself than a normal person would. He'd also note that unlike some people, Ivy didn't take a little piece of your soul every time she had sex with you, so she was definitely a better option to date than he would be. Harry retorted that they only pretended to be a couple, and then he chastised himself for talking to himself and also for being homesick enough to fabricate a conversation with his vampiric half-brother.

What would Thomas do? Drink a lot and lament his lot in life, but he'd also tell his little brother to get off his ass and talk to a girl he liked because blah blah blah you need to get your feet wet again, blah blah blah. It also helped that just talking with Ivy made him feel at least 10 years younger and a lot lighter. He couldn't tell if that was hormones or emotions, but he got the sneaking suspicion it didn't matter. Either way, here he was, knocking on her door one random afternoon to see if she wanted to have lunch with him.

Maybe he should have called first.