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Who: Harry and Alicia
Where: Harry's Office
What: Harry comes in, music and magic happen
When: Wednesday morning
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete


Harry’s office was filled with the sound of singing and vermin, and the scent of cleaning supplies. The filing was finally in order, her desk was set up, now Alicia was attending to the general state of the office itself, while being assisted by some urban wildlife.

“You could do a lot when you got
Such a happy little tune to hum
While you’re sponging up the soapy scum
We adore each filthy chore
That we determine
So friends even though you’re vermin
We’re a happy working song
Singing as we fetch the detergent box
Or the smelly shirts and the stinky socks
Sing along
If you cannot sing then hum along
As we’re finishing our happy working song!
Ah...wasn’t this fun?”

She laughed as she finished, then looked around at the pigeons that had gathered to help. “Okay, shoo now.”

Harry was having a good morning. He had caught Elaine before work, and they had enjoyed a nice little morning rendezvous, and then he had headed out for breakfast. With the day well and truly begun, he was now stepping into the office.

And stopping stock still.

“...huhn.” That was new.

Alicia was trying to shoo the birds out the window when she noticed Harry. She turned, looking sheepish. “Uh, Disney number, Mr. Dresden. Your mail and paper are in your inbox.” She shrugged, as if to say ‘What can you do?’

Harry eyed the animals and sighed. “Weird world. Welcome to the OC.” He grinned at her and shook his head. And then he saw the offices. They were clean. Very clean.

“You... cleaned. And organized.” His tone was almost horrified.

“Yes. That’s why there are birds. Which is not the most logical train of thought, but it’s what I’ve got.” She laughed faintly and grabbed her blotter to try to shoo the birds out. They were having none of it.

“That makes sense. The OC has it’s own rules.” he smiled and then glanced at her. “Wanna see a magic trick?”

“At this point, I’m amazed I haven’t been able to do any myself.” She laughed helplessly. “But yes, especially if it’s one that will get rid of the birds.”

Harry eyed the birds and walked to a point opposite them and the closest open window, then he pointed, and drew in his will. “Ventas! Ventas Servitas!”

And slowly, but surely, wind came to his call, stuttering at first, then whirling and flowing from him, and slapping into the birds, fluffling the, and pushing them toward the window. With squawks and cries the took wing and were gone, and the wind stuttered out. He was glad the magic had worked. It didn't most of the time, right now.

“Ah, sorry about the last mess there.”

He headed for his office.

“Fun times, huh?”

Alicia sighed. Things were a mess again. “Yes, Mr. Dresden. Endless fun times.”

FIN.