Worn Script
3rd of January 2007 A.D.
One of the advantages of
unfair magical insights are that one can send messages from afar, in this case by your dad writing on the back of an unused Vegas postcard in the glove compartment. One might wonder why you have postcards with a city you have not been to yet. As it happens someone in the Jade Dogs apparently thought actually buying postcards was was beneath you so they helped stock up. Unsure of how to feel you settle on grateful and tramp down on budding nerves as best you can as Black Rider Races though though the cold January air to Harry's place. Of course you'd called ahead but Harry had not been happy to hear the request, he's as bad at keeping his feelings from echoing behind his words as he is at keeping them off his face.
"Did you tell him, the thing you told us I mean?" you turn to ask Lash.
"About what it means to be born under the stars?" she nods solemnly. "He's not happy, but he is a wizard and a damn good one."
"What's that got to do with it?" Dad asks, setting the postcard aside.
"To be a wizard is to understand there's no getting something for nothing, every action invites reaction, every light has its shadow. Of course the best monster hunters are those who would be monsters, or at least that's how he sees it. I think that if anything he is more upset at the reminder of his childhood, the reasons his first master selected him..." she pauses for a moment, a rare shadow of uncertainty over those bright green eyes. "I suspect his mother might have planned the for him to be born under those stars. If any mortal wizard could it would be Margret LaFey, Namshiel respected her, as much as he could be said to respect any mortal magician which is to say he wanted her.I have not shared either insight, please don't do so either."
"You could have just not told me," you point out, a little peeved to be given instructions like an overly talkative child.
"True, but you have a habit of guessing things and then assuming that other people are as fond of knowledge as you are," the former demon counters a little too sensibly for your liking.
Dad's phone rings, generically bouncy, he never bothered to change it, from the other side you can hear what sounds like a young girl's voice. "What kind of neutral ground do you have in mind? Vegas? I saw the postcard."
"No, no, that's something else," Dad assures her. "It's actually my daughter who wanted to speak with you."
"I had guessed. I know quite a bit about her." The voice is dead calm, giving away nothing and for a moment you wonder at her sources, then recall the White Council. The Archive is on some level reading the Merlin's diary, the Senior Council's meeting notes and Morgan's report from last month all live. "It would be
awkward to come to Chicago at the moment."
In that precise moment the unmistakable rattle of semi-automatic fire blasts from the phone followed by put-upon sigh, like she had just found out her preferred color of crocs were out of stock. "I and going to be stuck dealing with this... foolish
intransigence for the next couple days at least. It it urgent?"
"I believe so, we have just gained significant advantage over a common enemy, but it is one which could close the gap at any moment," Dad replies, sounding as worried as you feel.
"Very well I have not known you to speak lightly of such things Sir Knight, I will be here tomorrow at nine A.M. McAnally's establishment." Just as the call clicks off you hear. "Kincaid get the RPGs, we are
done here!"
Somehow you don't think she means role-playing game.
Harry is waiting on the curb, practically pacing. "Come on lets get inside."
As soon as he hands you the surprisingly crisp paper imprinted with a seal that says Washington, not the city
or the state, the county in Iowa, you know that your plan won't work. "This isn't the original."
"The original burned with... it's gone." he does not even pause for breath, pushing himself to continue. "This one's a copy of the one they kept at the statehouse, Ebenezer got after I went to live with him."
"Well it turns out ethereal crowns have higher standards than the US government. I don't suposse you have any baby pictures from the hospital or..." He shakes his head. The only other thing you can think of that would allow you to ask about Harry's status as Starborn would be Harry himself.
What do you do?
[] Burn the question on Harry
[] Do not burn the question, there's no reason not to rush.
[] Wrtie in
OOC: Good thought on the birth certificate, but one thing Molly would have had no way of knowing is that Harry does not have the original and a copy is not good enough. Are you guys willing to burn the Harry question? Also I really hope there is no canonical place of birth for Dresden. I could not find one online, all it said is that Malcom Dresden took his son traveling across the country and I have this idea of him doing shows in small towns and always moving around which is how he managed to keep ahead of the many people interested in him and Harry for as long as he did.