Title: The French Spell
TV 'Verse
Disclaimer: Dresden Files belongs to Jim Butcher
and Scifi Channel who threw it away anyway so :p
Summary: one spell went terribly wrong
Spoilers: None that I am aware of, except a line stolen from Hair of the Dog
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"I'm sorry." Harry said, for the umpteenth time.
Bob glared at him. He wavered in the air and suddenly looked drenched.
"Your pronunciation of the French language is atrocious. Why after all these years, you can't pronounce simple spells..." Bob grumped.
"You KNOW my French is bad, Bob, why didn't you write it in English?"
"Because it's a FRENCH SPELL." Bob was beginning to bellow again, exasperated.
"I found you, it was only a couple of weeks." Harry was backing away from Bob.
"I HAD FISH SWIMMING IN MY SKULL!" Harry was beginning to worry the neighbors might hear Bob... in Indiana.
"But Bob, you keep saying you want to get out, and it was the perfect time of year to visit the Bahamas."
"SAND CRABS, SEAWEED AND AN OCTOPUS!" Bob continued. Harry could have sworn Bob was looking more waterlogged by the second.
"I'm sorry, really really sorry. I can make it up to you."
Bob looked skeptically at Harry.
"We can go to the park, you can get outside like you always want to do."
Bob harrumphed and glared. He was beginning to look a little drier.
"We can go fishing!"
Bob rolled his eyes and looked to the heavens for patience.
"Dresden, you are the most reckless, ignorant, incompetent excuse for a wizard..." Bob broke off seeing the grin form on Harry's face.
Bob sighed again.
"I missed you too, Harry."
"Come on, Bob, get in your skull, let's go to the Natural History Museum.
Bob straightened abruptly, his clothing looking completely dry now.
"Do you promise not to jerk me along like some over bred cocker spaniel?" he looked suspiciously at Harry.
"I promise, Bob. You lead this time."
Bob grinned, dissolving into smoke and sparkling lights and disappeared into his skull. He loved the museum.