Popcorn Can't Hold Me Down! (Semi-Open RP)

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The last thing Murphy remembered was trying, for what felt like the thousandth time, to get ahold of Dresden. She had a case that was...well, it was going badly. Very badly. And this was a hell of a time for Dresden to go missing. Murphy hated to admit it, but she was in way over her head.

Actually, since Harry'd been missing for months, she probably shouldn't be as irritated as she was. He'd just taken off with no note, no contact, and indication he was going to return. Just swell. So the director of S.I. was left without a professional wizard in a town that seemed to attract the creepy crawlies. Not that she couldn't hold her own. But now she was seriously missing him - in a strictly professional capacity - and Murphy was pissed to no end that he was unreachable.

One second she was standing at yet another crime scene, her cell pressed to her ear, legs braced apart, eyes furrowed, listening to the freaking recording - again - and the next she was standing in a stone room surrounded by popcorn kernels. Huh.

The cop in Karrin didn't hesitate a beat. Her gun was out, cell phone away, and she was sweeping the room in one smooth motion. As she walked from the doorway out into the hall, her brow furrowed. This...could not be what she was thinking it was. It was impossible.

But after she'd passed her fourth suit of armor, Murphy had the sinking sensation that this was not the result of a knock upside the head. Slowly lowering her gun, she gaped for a moment at one of the portraits - which freaking moved - and the torches providing illumination. She had just somehow transported from Chicago to a castle.

She had been trying to reach Dresden. Now she was in a fairy tale castle, just missing a bullfrog and a head of hair from here to China. Not hard to figure out how to blame.

"Dresden! she shouted, eyes narrowing. "You half-witted wizard, you come and fix this right now or I will make you pay!"

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"I bet you'd wear one if I asked real nice," Karrin teased with a grin.

Oh, summoning things. Um, okay. Looking kind of uncertain, she shot Harry a glance before clearing her throat and saying, "Hello?" Okay, she felt really stupid now and if Harry was just pulling her leg she was going to--

HOLY CRAP.

A tiny little malformed midget had just appeared out of nowhere and Murphy was only slightly ashamed to admit she'd jumped back, practically into Harry's lap. "Jesus Ch-"

The thing bowed at her and Murphy let out a short, choking laugh. "Okay. Wow." Looking at Harry again, she tucked her hair behind her ears. "Um, can I get a cheeseburger? With everything? Oh, and two cups of coffee - one that'd strip your intestines and one normal."

The elf bowed again and disappeared with a crack. Murphy just stared for a second at the place where it'd been, then shook her head. "Okay. That was weird as hell."

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I had to laugh. "Told you," I said, aware I was probably going to get smacked. "House elves. They can get you almost anything, though I wouldn't trust them to do Mexican." I'd learned that the hard way, though I wasn't about to say so to Murphy--the last thing I needed was to give her more ammunition to taunt me. "And no, I'm not wearing a tutu. Ever. I'd draw the line at anything worse than a leotard."

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Eyes narrowing at him, Karrin shot out an elbow to his side. "Real helpful, Dresden," she muttered, reestablishing some distance between them. (Ha! It was like a metaphor for their relationship.)

"Yeah, somehow I don't think I'm going to be trusting them with much of anything. Did you see it's ears? Ears like that do not bode well for take out." No, seriously!

Flashing a grin at him, Murphy leaned back, starting to laugh. "Oh, God, the mental picture of you in a leotard..." Trailing off into giggles again, Murphy realized just how tired she must be. But no, really, the idea of Harry in a leotard was pretty hilarious.

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I had to laugh with her. Not because I found the idea of me in a leotard particularly funny, but because she was Murphy, and she was here. It didn't matter that she didn't remember anything of her time before here--she was Murphy, and she was here. Even if nothing ever changed between us, the fact that she was at Hogwarts counted for a hell of a lot.

"I don't know," I said, dead serious. "I don't think I have the legs to pull it off."