Buffy and AtS are Joss's. Harry Dresden is Jim Butcher's.
~~~~Harry Dresden / Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
There was a light knock on Harry’s office door before it was pushed open. A man stood there, looking at Harry expectantly. The new arrival was respectable-looking, but somehow also rugged. He smiled politely and fiddled with the glasses he wore. “Ah, Harry Dresden?” he wondered, an English accent making his words sound cultured.
“That’s me,” the wizard agreed, pushing to his feet to shake the man’s hand as he came into the dingy office. “How can I help you?”
“My name is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce,” he introduced himself. “I heard, uhm, rather colorful criticisms of you, Mr. Dresden, during my time at the Watcher’s Council, so I assume you are the man for the job I have for you, seeing as the Watcher’s Council is largely made up of pillocks who don’t know anything about anything.”
Harry laughed, taken slightly aback at the odd introduction. “Well, it’ll be my pleasure to prove you right. Here, have a seat.”
When the two men had seated themselves on opposite sides of Harry’s tarnished desk, Wesley said, “I have a rather serious problem of the magical sort. Tell me, Mr. Dresden, would you be willing to come to Los Angeles? It is of the utmost importance. And you will be well-paid.”
Harry smirked, already thinking of what he would need to pack. “You’ve certainly got my attention. Tell me more.”