After reading the Potter/British Intelligence fic, I had the overwhelming urge to want this to exist.
My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a hit-wizard until--...
"We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted."
When you're burned, you've got nothing. No cash, no credit, no job history. You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in.
"Where am I?"
"London."
You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you. A trigger-happy ex-girlfriend--...
"Should we curse them?"
An old friend who used to inform on you to the Aurors--...
"You know wizards. Buncha bitchy little girls."
Family, too--...
"Hey, did your mom floo again?"
...if you're desperate.
"These muggles need your help, Michael."
Bottom line? As long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere.
---
Jon
"And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"
My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a hit-wizard until--...
"We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted."
When you're burned, you've got nothing. No cash, no credit, no job history. You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in.
"Where am I?"
"London."
You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you. A trigger-happy ex-girlfriend--...
"Should we curse them?"
An old friend who used to inform on you to the Aurors--...
"You know wizards. Buncha bitchy little girls."
Family, too--...
"Hey, did your mom floo again?"
...if you're desperate.
"These muggles need your help, Michael."
Bottom line? As long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere.
---
Jon
"And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"