04.07: Harry Rutherford

Harry saw the old lady moving in on him, it took quite a compulsion to draw a ghost away from a free meal of magic.
“I mean no harm to the living or the dead,” Harry said, “but know that whoever is forcing you to do this is using you. They tore those little creatures from their final rest. All that is wrong, no one should do that to anyone. Just because you are dead does not mean someone can use you for your own ends.”
The lady drifted closer.
Harry held out a hand with an index finger raised. He was trying his hardest not to swear here. “Hey! I gave you and your friends a meal. I asked nothing in return. I am a mage, you can do nothing to hurt me before I disperse you. Forever.”
He waited for a long moment, when he spoke next he raised his voice. “I am not here to hurt or abuse anyone. And my guess is that whoever is stumbling around like a bull in a fu… china shop in the basement needs to stop arsing around and come and talk to me." He paused and thought about what he had heard. "Did you say trapped? Oh bollocks."
Harry made his way to the house.
"Impello." The first order forma pushed the door open and when nothing nasty happened he stepped inside. Stairs usually aligned with one another so he checked for an entrance to the basement there. Conjuring another werelight if floated above and behind him as he descended. It was a cluttered mess but it didn't take him long to find the girl caught amongst it. He could shift it easily enough and decided against magic, he might bring a whole lot more of this crap down on them. The old shelving unit was moved back easily enough, the problem for her had been space and leverage. He offered a hand.
"Harry Rutherford," he said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."