"Wow." Harry hopped out of the van, staring up at the Carpenters' house. "This is really your house?"
"Yes. My husband Michael built it." Charity walked around to the back of the van and slid the door open, letting Mouse jump out before she reached in to start pulling out everything they'd brought with them.
"I can carry that." Harry appeared at Charity's side, trying to pull the heavy can of Mouse's dog food from her hands.
"No, I think this is too heavy for you." She pulled it gently away from him and set it down on the drive. "How about you carry this for me?" Charity handed him the empty litter pan and the half-full bag of kitty litter. Molly hauled Mister, yowling in his carrier into the house and Harry followed her, trying to stare at everything without being caught at it.
They were still hauling things into the house, Molly and Charity lugging the dog food between the two of them when Murphy pulled up on her motorcycle. Harry was standing up near the front of the house, fidgeting because Charity had told him he couldn't help. Mouse had planted himself in front of the boy, slowly edging closer. Harry hadn't warmed up to the big dog, but he didn't actively move away any longer.
"You guys want some help?"
"No!" Molly panted out. If they let Murphy help, Harry would get upset that they'd lied and told him they didn't need his help.
"Why don't you take Harry inside and get settled in the guest room, Karrin? We'll be up in just a minute."
"Let's go, kiddo." Murphy shouldered her bag and led the boy and the dog inside.
"You're going to be staying here too?"
"Just for a little bit. Charity and her family are friends of mine." Murphy could see Harry looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Is he yours?" Harry glanced behind them at Mouse, who was following a few steps behind. The dog didn't seem to want to let Harry out of his sight.
"Um...kind of. We take care of each other, on occasion." Murphy grinned at the dog who gave her a little doggy smile and wagged his tail, thumping it against the walls of the hallway.
"What do you feed him? He's *huge*!"
~
"Harry, this is my husband Michael."
It had been a rough day. Charity could tell because Michael was leaning a little more heavily on his cane, his eyes crinkled up with each step. But he smiled down at Harry and didn't let any of his exhaustion or confusion show.
"Mr. Carpenter." Harry stepped down off of the stool he'd been using so he could help chop vegetables for dinner. He straightened the bottom of his t-shirt and tried to wipe his hands off on the back of his jean shorts without anyone noticing. Charity smothered a small grin at the very serious look Harry adopted.
"Pleasure to meet you Harry. You can call me Michael." He held out his hand and Harry took it, his hand tiny and pale against Michael's own tanned skin.
"Harry, why don't you go play in the yard with the kids?" He'd been a little overwhelmed once all of the children came home from school, but once the kids had gotten over the newness of Harry they'd settled down to play or do homework. Harry had left them half an hour before Michael got home, about the time Charity had gone into the kitchen to start on dinner.
Harry glanced in the direction of the backyard, then shook his head.
"I can set the table, if you don't want me in the kitchen anymore?" Charity sighed and got the plates and silverware together, setting them down on the dining room table.
"You can set the table, then go outside and play for a bit. You need some fresh air." She turned to Michael as Harry puttered around the long table. "Ms. Murphy got ahold of you?"
"She did. Molly's out in the front yard finishing up the wards. I spoke to her on the way in." He leaned back against the counter, taking weight off of his leg. "Are you sure it's safe to have him outside?"
"Molly did the backyard first and Karrin is outside with the kids. When Harry goes out Mouse'll go with him. We can't keep him cooped up in here." She took his hand in hers and kissed him.
"Does he know anything?" She shook her head.
"As far as I can tell, no. He doesn't remember anything. Molly's going to do what research she can on her own, without alerting the Council. And she's hopeful that the spell, however it was done, will wear off in a couple of days on its own."
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Fill: 5/? scrappy!Harry prompt
(Anonymous) 2011-03-09 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)"Yes. My husband Michael built it." Charity walked around to the back of the van and slid the door open, letting Mouse jump out before she reached in to start pulling out everything they'd brought with them.
"I can carry that." Harry appeared at Charity's side, trying to pull the heavy can of Mouse's dog food from her hands.
"No, I think this is too heavy for you." She pulled it gently away from him and set it down on the drive. "How about you carry this for me?" Charity handed him the empty litter pan and the half-full bag of kitty litter. Molly hauled Mister, yowling in his carrier into the house and Harry followed her, trying to stare at everything without being caught at it.
They were still hauling things into the house, Molly and Charity lugging the dog food between the two of them when Murphy pulled up on her motorcycle. Harry was standing up near the front of the house, fidgeting because Charity had told him he couldn't help. Mouse had planted himself in front of the boy, slowly edging closer. Harry hadn't warmed up to the big dog, but he didn't actively move away any longer.
"You guys want some help?"
"No!" Molly panted out. If they let Murphy help, Harry would get upset that they'd lied and told him they didn't need his help.
"Why don't you take Harry inside and get settled in the guest room, Karrin? We'll be up in just a minute."
"Let's go, kiddo." Murphy shouldered her bag and led the boy and the dog inside.
"You're going to be staying here too?"
"Just for a little bit. Charity and her family are friends of mine." Murphy could see Harry looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Is he yours?" Harry glanced behind them at Mouse, who was following a few steps behind. The dog didn't seem to want to let Harry out of his sight.
"Um...kind of. We take care of each other, on occasion." Murphy grinned at the dog who gave her a little doggy smile and wagged his tail, thumping it against the walls of the hallway.
"What do you feed him? He's *huge*!"
~
"Harry, this is my husband Michael."
It had been a rough day. Charity could tell because Michael was leaning a little more heavily on his cane, his eyes crinkled up with each step. But he smiled down at Harry and didn't let any of his exhaustion or confusion show.
"Mr. Carpenter." Harry stepped down off of the stool he'd been using so he could help chop vegetables for dinner. He straightened the bottom of his t-shirt and tried to wipe his hands off on the back of his jean shorts without anyone noticing. Charity smothered a small grin at the very serious look Harry adopted.
"Pleasure to meet you Harry. You can call me Michael." He held out his hand and Harry took it, his hand tiny and pale against Michael's own tanned skin.
"Harry, why don't you go play in the yard with the kids?" He'd been a little overwhelmed once all of the children came home from school, but once the kids had gotten over the newness of Harry they'd settled down to play or do homework. Harry had left them half an hour before Michael got home, about the time Charity had gone into the kitchen to start on dinner.
Harry glanced in the direction of the backyard, then shook his head.
"I can set the table, if you don't want me in the kitchen anymore?" Charity sighed and got the plates and silverware together, setting them down on the dining room table.
"You can set the table, then go outside and play for a bit. You need some fresh air." She turned to Michael as Harry puttered around the long table. "Ms. Murphy got ahold of you?"
"She did. Molly's out in the front yard finishing up the wards. I spoke to her on the way in." He leaned back against the counter, taking weight off of his leg. "Are you sure it's safe to have him outside?"
"Molly did the backyard first and Karrin is outside with the kids. When Harry goes out Mouse'll go with him. We can't keep him cooped up in here." She took his hand in hers and kissed him.
"Does he know anything?" She shook her head.
"As far as I can tell, no. He doesn't remember anything. Molly's going to do what research she can on her own, without alerting the Council. And she's hopeful that the spell, however it was done, will wear off in a couple of days on its own."
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