Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

Cam 40- Paint and presents

We arrive at my bar and I’m immediately struck by rage. Right across the front door and the bricks of the building is a huge. Graffit

drawing of some unidentifiable symbol or tag or something. I can’t help but reach out to touch it and my fingers come back sticky with black paint that hasn’t quite dried yet. For goodness sakes, why would someone even vandalise the front of my building? This is ridiculous! What were they hoping to accomplish? It’s not even GOOD graffiti!

“Do you think it will wash off? It’s not quite dry yet so I reckon there’s a good chance we can get it clean.” Harry says softly. He seems concerned that I might be really upset or delicate.

No, mostly I’m just pissed off.

“I know a potion that should get it off, I’m just angry that someone would waste my time like this.” I grumble, waving a hand dismissively. Harry brightens.

“Oh, well I can help with the cleaning. Do you have any ideas who might have done this?” He queries. I consider who might have an issue with me or my bar. My family might have problems. But they’re big rule followers. Breaking the law like this to make a point isn’t their style, plus they know how easy it will be for me to get it clean. They wouldn’t waste their time. Besides, they consider themselves too ‘classy‘ for something like graffiti. Simon is another option, but again I suspect that he thinks far too much of himself to stoop to something as petty as vandalism. He’s more likely to try to ruin my reputation with nasty rumours or reviews. The only other arguments I’ve had lately would be with those Witches. who opposed me using magic in public and giving it away for free. Maybe it was them? The graffiti DOES kind of look like a symbol, maybe they attempted a spell and just failed.

or someone else from their coven, decided to try to make a point.

police report. We can’t just

shake my head.

know for sure who did it. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.” I reason. Harry frowns and I can tell that he doesn’t agree but he also doesn’t argue. I’ll let it be this once. If it happens again THEN I’ll

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mess. He uses a spoon and scrapes off a little of the black paint and brings it to me in my work room where I am already mixing the ingredients for the simple potion. Cleaning potions work great for hard to remove messes, but they’re a little pointless for regular cleaning. Usually soap and water will do the job

later, I’m just waiting for the potion to cool enough that I can tip it on a rag and apply it to the paint. A spray bottle would probably work too but I don’t think I have a spare one right now so a rag it is. Harry insists on helping me with the cleaning. I would insist on doing it myself but as he helpfully points out, I would need to stand on a ladder or something just to reach the top edges of the graffiti and it is much faster for him to do it. I sigh and give in, but I promise myself that I’ll get him dinner on the house tonight. Even with the potion, it takes almost an hour to remove all the paint. When Harry comes back inside he’s sweaty and his clothes are a mess with streaks of black paint over

in following him. Just that I wanted to thank him. Screw it, risking the

hum to himself. It really is very validating to have such an attractive guy always seem so elated from just the smallest gesture from me. Actually, I probably owe Harry a lot more than a hug at this point. Sure, he annoys me sometimes, but he’s been helping me out

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why do you like me? I’m rude and untrusting and I just don’t see