[The first thing Harry felt when he woke up was cold. Now he was used to waking up cold, he lived in a basement apartment and modern technology didn't agree with wizards on the best of days. But this was colder than he was used to.
It took him a moment to pull himself up to his feet to examine the room and his surroundings. It didn't take him long to deduce that while the cottage he found himself in was about well kept as his apartment, it wasn't that. ...And that was definitely snow on the ground. And there hadn't been any of that when he went to sleep.]
Well crap.
[He fumbled through the cabin until he found an candle. He stared at it, put in a light effort of will power, and whispered:]
Fliccum Biccus
[And nothing happened.
He opened his mouth. Then closed it.
Then after a moment whispered.]
Double crap.
METHUSELAH'S FEAST
[Methuselah actually reminded Harry of someone he knew from back home, and that was comforting in it's own right. The difference between the two is that Mac's cooking was world's beyond this. Just thinking about a good old steak sandwich got Harry's mouth watering. What he wouldn't give for one of those right now. Or at the very least a Burger King.
He glances over to the nearest person he can find and moves to sit beside them.]
I'm guessing there isn't a burger joint down the road we can go to if we're not feeling this, huh?
Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files
[The first thing Harry felt when he woke up was cold. Now he was used to waking up cold, he lived in a basement apartment and modern technology didn't agree with wizards on the best of days. But this was colder than he was used to.
It took him a moment to pull himself up to his feet to examine the room and his surroundings. It didn't take him long to deduce that while the cottage he found himself in was about well kept as his apartment, it wasn't that. ...And that was definitely snow on the ground. And there hadn't been any of that when he went to sleep.]
Well crap.
[He fumbled through the cabin until he found an candle. He stared at it, put in a light effort of will power, and whispered:]
Fliccum Biccus
[And nothing happened.
He opened his mouth. Then closed it.
Then after a moment whispered.]
Double crap.
METHUSELAH'S FEAST
[Methuselah actually reminded Harry of someone he knew from back home, and that was comforting in it's own right. The difference between the two is that Mac's cooking was world's beyond this. Just thinking about a good old steak sandwich got Harry's mouth watering. What he wouldn't give for one of those right now. Or at the very least a Burger King.
He glances over to the nearest person he can find and moves to sit beside them.]
I'm guessing there isn't a burger joint down the road we can go to if we're not feeling this, huh?