[ WP ] A political candidate ( your choice ) knocks on your door unexpectedly and wants to have a chat .

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; The neighbors were far away and tired of being tired. The low level anxiety of living next to the institution came with certain lifestyle factors that justified low property values. Herman did n't mind. Banshee wails, runaway shadows, and flashes of never dreamt dreams would not scare him away from Baker's Point. His small blue house seemed smaller on the inside, had spacious closets, and sat atop a white bluff that, if you climbed atop the roof, provided a view of the gargoyle atop the clock tower, but never the time. Zophiel she was called, apparently, even though no one had ever told him this, but he had heard at the Tabard pub that she use to adorn the Tower of Art elsewhere. He had built a small platform anchored to the chimney and would spend the week of summer relaxing perched atop. He enjoyed his tea gazing across the bay of whitecaps. It was a magical place. These few days a year he could return and balance the observational vigilance. That feeling echoed resoundingly with him throughout the year. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; He held an old copper spyglass with'Victor' engraved upon it for some reason. A relic from a lighthouse his father had given to him when he was a young man setting off on his own. It was soaking wet in the dark rain that had unexpectedly turned day into night far to early. He should n't be up here, not with the lightning and whatnot. Something was absent though, wossname, that feeling of being watched over was missing. He yearned to know why. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Where the Grigori was supposed to be only void stared back at him. It was ephemeral and unnerving. Sure she had gone off for flights in the twilight before, but it was n't her absence that disturbed him so. It was that nothing where she was that had his mind crying out'please' over and over. It was n't black, or a simple absence of presence, it simply was n't in the same way that other things were. No matter his focus he could n't see that null. His effort was probably why that flash of lightning on his periphery had blinded him so, also its proximity. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Everything hurt, even the'thopping' noise of the mud by ( and in ) his ears. He had n't heard the thunder that had accompanied the retina searing flash, likely a memory lost in trauma. He was fortunate that the rosebushes under his eaves has broken his fall as they had broken his skin, tearing through his corduroys with a dozen loving pricks. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; He was truly awakened by the blunt nudge of an oxford shoe, the owner's umbrella otherwise usefully engaged. 
 
 With aloof and grave dignity came a worn voice,'Sir I have been knocking for just under a minute, I would impinge on your time to direct me to Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Magic. It appears that my aide-de-camp has absconded with my bedknob again, forcing me to ask for direction.'' 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Herman extended a hand vertically into the air expecting a lift up, instead he was greeted with a terse handshake. From ingrained English pride he found himself saying, `` Where are you calling from?'' 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; `` I've been retained in a matter of quite some urgency, as it always seems to be with my Alma Matter. My old roommate rang me at 221b Baker's Street. And it appears that my new companion ( who is about as meticulous as most Yanks ) has either entered our starting point and destination backwards into his GPS or that E-Corp hack has farther reaching implications than first expected. This is Baker's Point if I assume?'' 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Herman's confused face gave enough away that the gentleman went on, `` Sherlock Holmes, consulting investigator; This excuse for a special agent is Mr. Mulder. He's helping me arrange oversight at the caucus today for an old flame who wishes to remain headmaster. In exchange I've pledged to do the same for his grandfather in America. Now if you could point the way?'' 
 
 *PS: I know it's not exactly on point but it got away from me and I liked chasing it down. Also my first'fanfic' because a friend dared me. I fitted in references to nineteen different established universes, to varying degrees, and levels of success. I am proud enough of it now to think it's mainly done. I hope you enjoy. *
