Work Text:
"Ah, hell!" John swore as the lights in the house went out. There was the unusual silence that only occurred when the power went out.
"What happened?" Harry asked, looking around.
It was night time and Harry was spending the evening at the Stilinski house while Stiles was out with the 'wolves doing a routine patrol of the Preserve.
John peered out the window. "The entire street is out, so it's likely something down the line somewhere," he reported. He fumbled through the drawer in the coffee table. "Only one flashlight, sorry!" He turned on the light. "I suspect I'll be getting a call in a minute or two. Part of the good news/bad news of being the Sheriff." He grinned. "I always get called."
Harry gave a small laugh. He brought out his wand and said, "Lumos." The end of the wand lit up brightly.
John nodded. "That is very handy." "John's phone rang and he nodded at the called ID letting him know it was from the station. "Let's see what's going on."