TBAY: MAGIC DISHWASHER (Spying Game...) Party "Crasher"

[msbeadsley]

No: HPFGUIDX 81043

"I didn't land on anybody, did I?" Captain Sandy calls out and leans 
over the edge of the AIRSHIP FANCY's gondola and peers anxiously 
around the Safe House's front yard. "I hadn't planned to set down, 
honestly, but I saw the party--" she breaks off abruptly to lunge for 
the collar of an enormous but somehow not entirely tangible black 
dog, which is intent on scrambling over the side.

"Hang on, Snuffles! Yes, I'll ask if there's any barbeque left and if 
anyone is willing to share with you." Captain Sandy pulls off her 
goggles and doffs her hat, then drags her fingers through a very bad 
case of goggle 'n' hat hair. "He's been smelling the meat, you see."

With an abrupt leap, the dog breaks Captain Sandy's hold and begins 
racing in circles through the assembled guests. "Hold on, Snuffles! 
Dammit! Come back here!" she shouts. The dog ignores her utterly, and 
Captain Sandy turns to address a couple of the barbeque attendees.

"Well, he's just excited. I lowered an Extendable Ear, you see, and 
we heard that stuff about Dumbledore and I couldn't get him to stop 
barking, 'I didn't die in vain!'  Thinks he's the ghost of Sirius 
Black's Animagus form, you know. Or something. Thought he'd be 
welcome here, at least to stretch his legs. I guess we're gonna find 
out."

Captain Sandy pulls a swath of balloon silk up out of the bottom of 
the gondola and uses it to scrub the worst of the smudges from her 
face. "I think that upgrade of the MAGIC DISHWASHER is a grand and 
glorious thing. Now there's the industrial model, it's not so likely 
to be affected by, well, anything. Ah...I got a bottle of firewhisky, 
if you're runnin' low...how 'bout a toast?"

[Sandy aka "msbeadsley" aka Captain Sandy, just completely MP'd now]