LV is ready for Miss H

[Debbie]

--- In HPFGU-Catalogue at yahoogroups.com, "quigonginger" 
<quigonginger at ...> wrote:
>
> Ginger heads back to her desk after a quick trip to the offsale.  
> There is a big package, wrapped tastefully in a pale blue paper, 
and 
> tied with a deep blue ribbon.  Ginger ponders.  It's too neat for 
the 
> Penguin, so no need to worry that it is a practical joke.  Ginger 
> wonders if it might be chocolate, which she has given up for lent, 
> but can certainly wait another week to eat.
> 
> Realizing that pondering and wondering will get her nowhere, she 
> unties the ribbon.  A ray of light emerges from the package and 
> Ginger finds herself looking at a beautiful new Voldemort 
category, 
> with all kinds of lovely subcats.  Dazzled by its brilliance, 
Ginger 
> recalls the protion of the Graveyard scene where Wormtail gets his 
> new hand.
> 
> It's beautiful.  Ginger crawls forward to kiss the hem of Miss' 
robe, 
> assuring her that her loyalty will never waver.

Debbie is huddled quietly under her desk in the Catalogue Office, 
but the dazzle of Ginger's gift is apparent even from there.  Debbie 
remains utterly still until she hears the office door open with a 
creak, and then shut again.  Debbie peers out from under the desk to 
make sure she is alone, then crawls out and gets to her feet.  
Reaching back under the desk, she gathers an armful of empty sherry 
bottles and quickly shoves them into a trash bag.  

On her way to the door, Debbie glances at Miss H's table, thinking 
how lonely it's been without her.

> > Left scrawled in the dust on the table is a note: 
> > 
> > 'let me know if the categories are ok, and if you need more for 
any 
> > other characters... well done team, just off to er, talk to a 
man 
> > about a dog...'

She's back!  Only then does Debbie realize that Miss H herself left 
Ginger the beautiful shiny present.  Could Debbie get one for 
herself?  Maybe one wrapped in glittering black holographic paper, 
which seems at first glance to have a vampire pattern, and at second 
glance to look like the covery of a LeCarre spy novel?  Well, it 
doesn't hurt to ask.

Debbie reaches in her pocket and pulls out a burrowing owl.  She 
fluffs out his bedraggled feathers, then attaches

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to its leg and exits the catalogue office.  Once outside, she points 
the owl in the direction of Miss Havisham's and lets him go.  Then 
she tosses the trash bag into the dumpster and sets off for the wine 
shop.  For the return of Miss H, only the best wine will do, and she 
wants it ready and waiting not only for her but for all the team 
members who hear our leader's call to arms.


Debbie
noting that endlessly reading about how Snape abuses his students 
would drive anyone to drink