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Uh, hi. Is this working? I think it's working...
If my phone's still working, you've reached Harry Dresden. Leave a message. And make it fast. Technology and I tend not to get along. My phone could blow at any moment.
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| Room 506, Monday Evening |
[14 Apr 2008|08:35pm] |
Harry had planned on doing a little studying for math tonight. He figured it made sense, since he'd had class today and it would still be fresh in his mind.
Of course, Harry hadn't counted on the weetiny sheep. They were way more entertaining than math. Especially the sheep that had taken up residence on Bob's shelf.
"Dresden. DRESDEN! They're trying to crawl inside my eyesockets!"
Harry snickered and offered a cracker to a purple sheep on his desk.
[Door and post are open.]
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| Room 506, Sunday Night |
[30 Mar 2008|10:19pm] |
Harry had had a good day. He'd eaten lots of junk food, he'd found a helmet for Bob and decorated it with lots and lots and lots of shiny stickers and sparkly things, and he'd played with a polar bear.
Now he was tired, so he was curled up in his bed.
"Tell me a story, Bob!" He grinned at the skull next to him, still in its shiny helmet.
"No way Dresden. I'm not your babysitter. Well, I try not to be."
"Pleeeeease Bob! I'll find you a new book!"
"Dresden, I am not interested in any of the Curious George crap you'd bring home. Go to sleep."
"Can't sleep. I need a stoooory! Pleeeease!"
Bob shook, well, himself. "No way. Not unless you promise to owe me big time once you're back to your normal self. Well, normal as you ever get.""
Harry thought about this for a minute. "I am normal! Um. I'll let you go out and play again if you tell me a story!"
Bob's eyes gleamed. "You'll let me out?"
Harry nodded. "Uh huh. Tomorrow. You can go out and play tomorrow." Weetiny wizards weren't as careful with their word choices as big wizards. Harry had no idea he'd just given Bob permission to leave his skull tomorrow. Bob was going to take full advantage of this.
"Okay Harry. Here's your story. Once upon a time, there was a tiny wizard named Harry. Harry had a friend named Bob. Bob was a fabulous, intelligent, amazing spirit. Harry wouldn't be able to get along without him..."
Harry giggled. He liked funny stories.
"As I was saying," Bob continued, "Bob was fabulous, and intelligent, and amazing and the hapless overgrown wizard who was now tiny for some unknown reason would he helpless without him. The normally freakishly tall but currently undersized wizard owed Bob a lot..."
The story continued on like that, even after Harry had drifted off to sleep. Bob liked to hear himself complimented, even when he was the one doing the complimenting.
[Alas, establishy since I'm about to crash. I took 4.5 hours worth of naps today, you'd think that would be enough sleeping. Roomie is of course welcome to use the room for his own purposes or to get another bedtime story.]
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| Room 506, Saturday Morning |
[29 Mar 2008|12:06pm] |
Harry was up early and bouncing on his bed. The usual Saturday sort of routine for a wee wizard. And if it was the usual routine, there had to be some tormenting of the skull on his shelf above the desk.
"Bob! Bob! Bobbobbobbob! WAKE UP BOB!"
The skull groaned and the orange lights in its eyesockets flickered briefly before going out again.
"Dresden, it's early morning. Go back to snoring."
"I don't snore Bob! BOB WAKE UP YOU STUPIDHEAD!"
The skull glared in Harry's direction for about half a second before it realized what it was seeing. "Dresden! Dresden WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"I bounced onna bed and I woke you up," Harry said, confused. "Didn't do anything else yet."
"Dresden...you're tiny. Not just your brain, all of you. What happened?" The skull might have sounded concerned, but it definitely sounded annoyed.
"I'm 6! I'm not tiny! I'm taller than you, stupid skull. And you're a meanie!"
The skull managed to turn itself to face the wall and then started knocking its bony forehead against said wall, a knock punctuating each word. "Only. You. Would. Do. This."
Harry frowned at the skull. "Told you I didn't do nothing! Go back to sleep. You're no fun!" Bored with his skull for now, the boy resumed bouncing on his bed. Beds were more fun than stupid old skulls anyway.
[Open if you like, though I may disappear for random periods of time.]
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| Room 506, Saturday Night |
[13 Jan 2008|12:02am] |
Harry had spent the entire day in bed, feeling miserable. His stomach hurt, his head hurt, he was cranky, he felt fat, and he was getting upset over the stupidest things. Basically, life for Harry was sucking today.
Bob wasn't helping. At all. In fact, Bob was wrapped up in a towel with a bunch of Harry's dirty socks right now. In the back of the closet. Harry would maintain that he deserved it, and he'd put up with a lot from that stupid insensitive skull today. "Stop being such a woman, Dresden," was the final straw. Really.
And now that Bob was banished to the closet, Bob's books were free. And if Bob was banished, he wouldn't know if Harry were to read them and have a good cry. He hadn't given in to the temptation yet, but there was a definite chance it would happen before the night was done.
[Mostly establishy because I'm going to sleep soon, but the roomie could always tag in]
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