genessia | [Action] Throughout the day of December 16th

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[If you happen to be out and about during the day, especially around the Attleton area, you might run into your friendly neighborhood wizard. If you're a very early riser or a night owl, you might catch his truck rolling through town loaded up with shovels, buckets and other gear long before the sun is showing its face.

Later, maybe you'll catch him in a diner having a big lunch or going to and from hardware stores and later on stopping for supper at the same diner. One thing's for sure, he's looking more and more disheveled as the day goes on and caked with dust, grime and muck. What on Earth could he be up to?]

CLOSED TO RUBY AND ROOMMATES

[Later in the day, after the sun's already started setting, Harry pulls up to Ruby's apartment building. He's looking pretty worn out, like he'd spent all day doing some serious manual labor, and he's a total mess. His clothes are all wet and there's mud caked on his heavy boots, jeans and flannel jacket.

He heads around the back and grabs a big bundle from the bed of his truck before heading inside and up to the apartment Ruby shared with her sister and after a second to pause, since he's not sure if Ruby's up to any door answering, knocks at it.]

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[It's not hard to pick her out even if she wasn't the only one with a radio in her hand. Harry's good at scanning a crowd, after all, especially for a face he knows.]

He spots her and her signal and gets up with a sigh, bringing his Coke over to her table.]

I'm not much of a phone guy though.

Quite all right.

[She's still tickled by that text. She'll keep it whenever she needs a pick-me-up, Cherise decides.]

Pardon me for not getting in contact with you sooner. I'd entirely forgotten.

[It's not like her to be so forgetful when she's such an organized person, but this city has a way of shaking people up until they're crazed in the head with confusion.]

How have you been?

[Her eyes flick to his dusty coat, and finally she notices how dirty he is. She picks at the lapel of his coat, puzzled.]

Goodness, you have been busy.

Don't worry about it, I've been busy.

[He follows her hand to his coat, glancing down at the dirt covering him, the result of water mixing with it and drying on his clothes. Fortunately, he had plenty of old stuff for days like this.]

Really busy. [He looks back at her.] Favor for a friend.

Ahhh.

[She draws back her hand, rubbing her fingers together, and reaches for a napkin.]

It must be quite the favor.

[Which means this person must be quite the friend.]

What did you do, if I might ask?

[Harry pauses, drinking from his Coke before going on. Not like there was any point in not telling the story.]

You saw what happened over the weekend, right? That Ruby girl getting grabbed. Well, she lost something important to her down there and I'm getting it back.

[Cherise flinches, looking a little guilty. She'd missed the broadcast entirely until the event had passed. Not very stellar, considering she's the equivalent of a magic cop. She pushes at the tip of her straw, chasing the ice in her glass around in circles.]

Yes, I...I had heard.

[She falls silent, listening to him finish. When he does, she smiles faintly.]

That's very kind of you.

[Cherise considers it for a moment, then shifts in her seat.]

Perhaps I might be of assistance? Is there anything more that needs to be done?

[He understands that feeling, he'd gotten the message but had been too far out to do anything about it. If her team hadn't sprung into action as fast as they had....

But that didn't matter. The point is, Ruby's okay. Maybe a little torn up, but alive, well and safe with her friends.]

It's the least I can do.

[He shrugs, then pauses to consider her offer.]

Well, most of what's left is just some heavy lifting but I did slap together a pretty hasty bit of geomancy to isolate and pick metal out of rock and that's not really my specialty. How's your Earth magic?

I could probably cobble something together.

[She looks thoughtful. Perhaps a summoning charm would work, but they'd have to make sure the item wasn't obstructed first.]

I can at least do a little levitation to help with the rock lifting.

[That doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Harry's got a whole ton of power to throw around, but shoving around chunks of rock is going to take a lot out of anybody.]

You sure? It's pretty messy work.

The dirt doesn't bother me.

[Her clothes are immaculate...when she's not perspiring all over them, that is. She sips from her lemonade primly, her posture ramrod straight. Just the mere mention of 'messy' seems to bring back all of her mother's lessons, subconsciously.]

[As she sets down her glass, she eyes Harry's own dirty clothing critically.]

You didn't enchant your clothing with dirt repellant?

[How upsetting! Any other charms he might have woven in will be washed clean away when he does the laundry! WHY YOU DO THIS?!]

[Well, that was a pretty extreme if subtle shift in mannerisms. For a second, he's worried he just said something wrong before she starts giving him the eye.]

Uh. Enchant them with what?

[Wait. Is that a thing? Do people do that?]

[He doesn't see the point.]

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[She looks at him with such shock and pity that it's almost as if he just told her he was dying of cancer.]

Oh Harry... Please allow me.

[Cherise snaps open her pocketbook and withdraws a slender wand. She doesn't point it at him yet, however, simply regarding him inquisitively as she waits for his permission.]

[Oh, hey, it's that look. Hello again, old friend.]

Uh, [nope he's not getting it. It isn't like he'd picked out anything nice to wear. These were work clothes, getting dirty was kind of what they were for.

But hell, it seemed like a big deal to her so...]

sure. Knock yourself out.

[Words couldn't describe the abject relief on her face. Now that she was allowed, the French couldn't fall from her lips nearly fast enough.]

Évitent toute saleté...

[The tip of her wand zips and cuts through the air like a starved hummingbird.

...nous ne serons pas de porcs!

[The dirt suddenly jumps off of Harry's clothes as though repelled by sheer magnetic force, then evaporates with a series of small puffs. Better. Looking pleased with herself, she inserts her wand back into the pocketbook and snaps it closed.]

That should do it. So long as you stay dry, the enchantment should hold.

[Action] Throughout the day of December 16th

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