More Than Strange

Word: Petrichor- the smell of dry rain on the ground

It was the smell of dried rain on damp leaves, electric storms, and honey mixed in with the scent of gun smoke, leather, and musk that caused Eddie Monroe to look up from the clock he was working on and leave his work to open the door to see Nick, the Grimm who didn’t act like a Grimm, and some strange younger man who didn’t look past his late teens. Monroe gave Nick a confused look, asking silently what was going on, when the younger man stepped closer to Monroe with all-seeing green eyes.  

“Hmm, so that’s what the Werewolf strand mutated into. Blutbad, that’s what you’re called now, yes?” the younger man spoke lightly. Monroe reared back in surprised, eyes flashing red for a millisecond in fear. Nick gave a huff in exaggeration, before ushering the two into Monroe’s house, closing the door behind him.  

“Harry, you can’t just blurt stuff like that out.” Nick reprimanded his… boyfriend? lover? what ever Harry was.  

Harry rolled his eyes at him, before settling down on the couch next to him. Monroe sat in his work chair, facing the two. “What the hell, Nick? What’s going on, man?”  

Nick sighed, giving Harry a look, before speaking. “Well, it all started about two months ago. I was badly injured from a fight I had with a Wesen, and was thinking I was gonna die from blood loss and from the rain; when Harry showed up and helped me out. I could tell that there was something different about him, not quite Grimm related, but along those lines. A few weeks later, we met up again and Harry answered my question-“  

“I’m a Wizard,” Harry interrupted, twirling his wand between his fingers. Nick gave him a small glare, his inner Grimm flashing across his grey eyes, but that was all forgotten when Monroe gave a sharp intake. Green and grey eyes looked back at the Blutbad, who seemed to be looking very wide-eyed.   

“A Wizard?! My great grandpa used to rant about them in when he got really drunk, I thought you guys were extinct or something, with the way great grandpa would rant.” Monroe exclaimed, breathless with excitement.   

Harry looked amused, “No, we’re not extinct. Just very well hidden from the rest of the world.”