TBAY: MAGIC DISHWASHER defunct? (Ha!)

[Melody]

No: HPFGUIDX 80958

A man stood on the deck of the ever so lovely ship called the GARBAGE
SCOW with newly fitting harnessing devices to lift something beyond
heavy and terribly complex.  For obvious reason, the GARBAGE SCOW is
the disposal place for all defunct, destroyed, canon holed, sinking
fast as the sun sets theories.  But you know all this, you read the
Hypothetical Alley before posting, right?
( http://www.hpfgu.org.uk/faq/hypotheticalley.html )

"Full steam ahead, mates," Remnant bellowed as the salty air hit his
face.  "Oh, I love a good scraping in the morning.  To the Safe House,
and the Dishwasher!"


---

Back on the grassy lawn of the safe house, Sneaky, the safe house elf,
and Melody were setting up for a barbeque scheduled for this
afternoon.  A *long* over due barbeque to celebration the Dishwasher
and its longevity in theory bay.  

"Wow, Sneaky!  You got the good plastic plates," Melody said admiring
the heavy duty plastic.

"Yes, Miss," she squeaked back.  "Mistress Pip!Squeak said to spare no
expense short of real china, since the plates always ends up being
thrown around by Cap..."

Sneaky froze, her eyes grew large, and her hands began to tremble. 
Melody looked at her and frowned worried that Sneaky was having a fit,
but then turned to see what Sneaky was staring at.  Melody's jaw
dropped and fists clenched.

"Oi, mates," called a gruff voice.  "Easy on that oar!  Bring down
that sail."  The GARBAGE SCOW bumped up against the coastline and
settled rather gruffly.

The man with the voice hopped down and began striding over instructing
over his shoulder, "I want that harness loose and ready to drag this
dishwasher to its new home."

Melody and Sneaky looked at each other.  "Miss," Sneaky squeaked
slightly hyperventilating, "That is a government ship.  And Mistress
Pip!Squeak is still resting for the barbeque.  And Mister Wolf is
hunting.  And he took Coney with him.   What will we do?"  She
scurried behind Melody's skirt and cowered as the man walked up to the
pair.

"You MDDT?" he asked whipping his forehead and tipping his hat.  

"Yes," Melody said quietly eyeing the man and slightly amused he dare
to approach this place.

"Aren't you a little young?" he asked looking her up and down.

"Why are you here?" Melody bristled tired of this man already.

"Why I have a order to pick up this..er...dishwasher from said Safe
House," he said producing a paper labeled post #80924.  Sneaky
squeaked an almost inaudible pitch and scurried up to the top of
Melody's head.

Melody just blinked.  

Blinked again.

Then start laughing causing Sneaky to fall.

"You--hehe--think you are going---hehehe---to take--Pip!Squeak's--
-haha---Dishwasher--Ahahaha--just like *that*?" Melody was doubled
over in laughter with Sneaky and Remnant staring at her.

"Well--er--why can't I?" he asked slightly abashed.

"Hon, you cannot declare a theory trashed without canon," Melody
explained in a voice older than her age.  "If you can find the canon
that we can both agree spells out the defeat of MD (and by we I also
mean all of MDDT) then by all means, we will happily repair this
version of the dishwasher, *but* we are NOT tossing this one to the
trash."

Remnant looked at the little flurry of passion in front of him. 
"Darling, it is just a dishwasher."

"Yes, and OoP did not destroy it.  Not by my viewpoint, not Grey
Wolf's viewpoint, and definitely not by the Pip!Squeak's viewpoint.  I
mean we have a Dumbledore that will lie and manipulate (Ch27).  A
Snape that *is* a good actor (Ch32).  A Harry that we are told in
plain *canon* is on the status of 'needs to know' (Ch5).  Both Mrs.
Weasley and Sirius use the phrase (Ch5).  And Lupin stops Sirius
telling Harry everything (Ch5).  What more do you want?  MD was
exalted in OoP," she said turning back to set up the barbeque. 
Sneaky, not so scared now, returned to her fussing over the plate setup.

"Then why are you all so silent?" he asked scratching the back of his
neck.

"You'll see," she said as her eyes twinkled.  

"Now get this nasty smelling ship away from our lawn.  We are having
guests soon, which, of course, you are invited to join," she smiled
but paused, "er--*after* you shower."


Melody