#authorsofparadise

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Jumping would imply that Harry had been taken off guard. Being taken off guard would imply something - someone - had gotten past him. Something getting past him would imply he was an unobservant PI and not an all-powerful wizard. 

Harry did not jump. He did not even flinch. 

It was more of a bounce, really. The floor was springy. 

Honest.

He turned, hand dropping to his duster pocket where his blasting rod jutted out, hand closing around the carved wood, and he raised an eyebrow at the young woman standing in the breakfast nook.

She was cute. Thick brown hair, dark eyes full of humour, nice lips, and maybe five-three or five-four. She did not look like she belonged on the wrong side of the yellow-and-black police tape, or hanging out amongst the gory wreckage of a potential poltergeist. 

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((Let’s just call this a nice little 

deliberate

 photo attachment on a text a bit later on down the line ;) ))

John and Ororo: 

At first blush this is kind of an odd ship. 

Mostly because John is just...a mess. A big ol’ mess of bad choices fueled by good intentions or good choices fueled by bad intentions. It’s a mix. The here comes Ororo! Take no shit. Gorgeous as hell. Knows herself and her powers. 

So you think about it and it just somehow becomes this beautiful relationship that works. 

And for some reason when I think of them I think of those big storms off the coast of an active volcano.

Harry and Evelyn: 

I’m such a sucker for tol and smol, first off. There’s just something so very amusing about that big of a height difference. 

Both Harry and Evelyn are closed off in their own ways (both for very good reasons) and sometimes not all that great at the whole communicating thing because of it. They’re both witty, sarcastic, and mystical in their own ways. 

But my gosh the amount of heart that those two have. Either of them hear about something big, ugly, and evil that needs dealing with and they’re there. 

Harry and Nadav: 

In which Harry is the short one in the relationship!

One thing I love here is the fact that both of them could very easily go the route of all around awfulness. Harry’s known the taste of dark magic and evil. Nadav is used to people being wary of him whether glamoured or unglamoured. 

They’d have every reason to be jerks. But they’re not. They choose not to be. And that’s something that’s so important and so genuine. Especially considering the fact that they’re both men. 

HELL TO THE FUCKING YES! GIVE IT TO ME NAO!