Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Psych Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Drink The Skele-Gro ❯ 89. Through The Fire ( Chapter 3 )

These are too much fun to write.

 

Henry sat in front of his lit gas fireplace and checked his watch again before glancing at the rapidly cooling steaks just visible through the kitchen doorway. Shawn was late for dinner. If he didn't hear from his son by the end of fifteen minutes he was calling all his numbers again. He closed his eyes and leaned back into his couch.

Not ten minutes later, an abnormally loud pop of the fire caused the ex-cop to snap open his eyes. As he stared into the fire, he noticed Shawn's face appear amongst the flames. “Shawn… what?” Henry managed to utter through his shock.

“Hey Dad,” Shawn's face said in a crackling voice, “I can't make it to dinner tonight. Gus and I got transported to a wizard school and I don't know when we'll be back.”

Finally over his shock, Henry stood and approached the fireplace. “Shawn, if you don't want to have dinner with me, just tell me the truth. You don't have to pull crazy stunts and make up wild excuses.” With that, he turned off the gas.

 

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