Strings of Fate

Chapter 283

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.

to make a point.

We can’t just let them get away with this.”

shake my head.

big deal out of it.” I reason. Harry frowns and I can tell that he doesn’t agree but he

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actual lock.) and we head inside. I direct Harry to bring me a sample of the paint 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

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

need me to bring anything?” Harry asks, heading for the door. Impulsively I chase after him. He turns to me expectantly, not sure what I want. I pause, not sure what my goal was in following him. Just that I wanted to thank him. Screw it, risking the paint, I throw myself at him in a hug. He seems startled but immediately wraps his arms around me. He’s warm from working outside and he smells like my cleaning potion. I stay there for a minute before

hear him beginning to 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 for weeks. What is he even getting from this relationship? I’m prickly and sarcastic and I come with a whole slew of emotional baggage and trust issues. I’m still trying to figure it out when Harry returns. Sick of contemplating the problem, I just

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me? I’m rude and untrusting and I just don’t see

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