How Do You Get The Gun In Poptropica [The Dresden Files (TV)] Leave It As A Theory

Title: Leave It As A Theory
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV)
Characters: Harry and Bob.
Spoilers: None .
Rating: PG13
Length ~ 700 words.
Summary: The Dangers of joking around people who like intellectual Challenges.
Author's Note: Written for the dresdenflashfic 'bound' challenge.

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There Are Many non-lethal drawbacks of being to the practitioners of wizard That Have faced the Art Through the Millennia. One of Them Is That, for Certain potions to work, They Have to handle the ingredients with, well, their hands. It has to be that way so that magic can flow straight from the wizard to the mix. Most of the time, however, it's hard to come to terms with the idea because the aforementioned ingredients tend to be the kind most people over the age of five would try their best to avoid, and if avoiding isn't an option, they'd be filled with a very obvious feeling of repugnance.

Another problem with being wizard is an inherent curiosity towards everything. Sometimes, both of them happen to collide.

But, which one is stronger?

Currently, Harry Dresden is making faces at the green goo between his index finger and his thumb, the remanent of the salamander eyeball recently dropped at the bubbly pot on his working bench, which is also the same goo he keeps stretching while opening and closing his fingers repeatedly. “Bob, are you sure this is the right recipe? Because it seems more like something taken out from children's stories about witches.”

“Yet, you seem quite happy playing with that,” Bob says. “It's good to see you let out your inner child from time to time. Now, answering to your question: yes, I am certain that's the right recipe. Also, those stories you mention do have basis in truth.”

“Except for the part where I'm not a witch,” Harry says, jokingly.

“You could be, though” Bob says with a deadpan expression. “As far as I know, a non-magical sex change is quite possible in this time and age.”

Harry snortswise until it turns bright blue. Slowly.”

“Okay.” Harry does as Bob says, his eyes still fixed on the pot's content. “But, really, what would it be to have, you know, boobs?”

Bob rolls his eyes. “Oh, dear heaven! Harry, I was just making a joke!”

“And I'm just working on a hypothesis. But let me tell you, if I was a woman, I would never wear high heels. Though I'm sure I'd look quite good on a miniskirt.”

Bob sighs. “If you really want to try it temporarily, I can tell you how.”

That certainly gets Harry's attention. “Huh?”

“Being a woman. I know a way, but it's rather... messy.”

Harry raises and eyebrow.

Bob continues. “Oneof the ingredients have a lot to do with Real Women and the Phases of the moon. "

Harry gapes at the ghost.

"I'm sure it Would Be easy for you to get it, Harry. If I May Suggest you start by asking Lt. Murphy? Judging by the mood She Was in When She Came by this morning ... "

" Are you crazy, Bob? Possibly I can not ask Murphy for-for that! She'll kill me! "

" You Could Some Also Obtain from a public restroom, But Then it'd Be Hard to get to from the Same Amount decent woman. "

Harry spends the next Several seconds Trying to Articulate a Coherent phrase. I finally IT manager. "Bob, you know what? I think we'll all Be happier if this topic is out of bounds for us from now on. "

“I happen to agree. Stir slower or you'll end up with a mess and you'll have to do everything from the top again,” Bob adds after a pause.

“I'm on it, I'm on it!”

And, thus, they never speak of the matter again.