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It has come to my attention that I need to keep in shape. I know some of the warrior types have their thing out in the woods so how about us wizard types? We could start up a dueling club just like in Harry Potter. It would give us a chance to stay in shape by practicing our magic while at the same time testing the differences in our magics. Worst case scenario we blow something up and form a new rip in the time/space continuum.

I'm kidding about that last part.

Really. I am.

Winter's hold on this city has loosened. Have her agents been sent back?

This place is losing its captivating novelty.

Harry, are you still here?

Where is Harry Dresden?

So, we're in Maine ? Or in a part of the Nevernever that looks like Maine?

Oh, and I'm looking for a man named Castiel?

Apparently we're roommates. Hi.

And to think, this isn't even the worst thing that's happened to me today.

Anyone know where a guy can find a decent hamburger in this place?

[Filtered to Harry Dresden]

Harry, I've got problems.

[Filtered to Sam Winchester]

So...how can I eat without you killing me?

Right, so, nobody's seen a really pretty little thing, with silver-white hair and dark eyes, have they? She's average height, beautiful body, sweet little nose. Sometimes she's a little...strange, but it just makes her more perfect. There's so many people in this place, maybe she's hiding somewhere.

Huh.

A random portal to...another world?

What did you blow up this time, Harry?

I have yet to introduce myself on here, but that's what working with wild magic will do. Takes time. I'm Mr. Gold, I own the pawn shop, among a variety of other properties. I am looking for magical volunteers to investigate the portals, and to possibly give us an early glance at how your magics may interfere with the current tenuous stability.

I suggest any personal questions and concerns you have continue to go to Ms. Swan and Mayor Mills.

I should probably look into getting a job. Unfortunately, I don't thinks Keeper for Pride of Portree really translates too well into a useful and marketable skill in this world. I'm glad I had my broom on me when the portal dragged me here, but I doubt I can really make my living flying. I've only ever wanted to play Quidditch, though, so what's a girl to do?

Wizards and computers get along about as well as flamethrowers and libraries.

This...whatever this is...is an explosion waiting to happen.

As is the tv in the apartment. And the microwave. And the future of the fridge is not looking good either.

Must think happy thoughts.