A plea

[hunt_theheart]

*tacked to the message board, a very clearly-written note in somewhat flourishing script; the circumstance, his lingering curse (note to Curio: never eat multiples of any crackplotted food again)*

To sorcerors, magicians, wizards--all

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[mostgiftedwitch]

She reads the note and contemplates the request. She looks around to see if the author of the note is still nearby.

"... Sir?"

[hunt_theheart]

*offers her a bow* Good lady? *and if she should look slightly confused at his speech, he will add--* I had returned to tear this notice down, for some kind soul hath brought me back my speech, and I would not disturb the daily peace of wizards with requests now well-fulfilled.

[mancalledspade]

Here is a robot dog who, having witnessed the whole exchange, would like very much to return to being a detective. However, how to go about communicating his wish...is a problem. He sits at the woman's feet and barks electronically and feels rather an idiot.

[mostgiftedwitch]

She'll look down at the sudden barking and eyes the robotic dog with some measure of surprise.

"Now... I've seen my share of things... But I can't say I've seen -this-. I'm guessing you are the victim of a joke of some kind?"

She's working on the assumption that while he obviously can't -talk-, he should be able to communicate "yes" and "no"...

[mancalledspade]

The dog nods, rather emphatically. Bright girl. Very.

[mostgiftedwitch]

She'll nod as she looks at him again.

"I see. And... you ate something, I'm willing to guess? And you want to be back to whatever form you had before?"

She gets out her wand and studies the robotic dog intently, trying to find the best way to fix this...

[mancalledspade]

Carefully, the dog shakes his head once, then nods it. This is getting old, Spade thinks to himself.

[mostgiftedwitch]

"Then you must've passed underneath something, or sat on something... Very well..."

And she'll wave her wand and mutter an incantation which -should- restore Spade to normal... she hopes.

Typist: Up to you if it works!

[mancalledspade]

The transformation is wrenching, but leaves a tall, angular man (blessedly clothed), sprawled at her feet. "Christ, I need a smoke." Spade manages to stand, checking to make sure everything works.

"Thank you, Miss..." He looks up at her, even as he pats his pocket to check for cigarettes.

[mostgiftedwitch]

"I'm afraid I can't help you with those, mr..."

And she likewise trails off, hoping for a name.

"I'm glad I was able to help with your other... unfortunate situation. And my name is Hermione... Granger."

[mancalledspade]

"Spade. Sam Spade. I owe you one, Miss Granger. Thanks." He smiles wryly as he finds a rather squashed back of cigarettes in his back pocket. "I'd offer you one, but I take it you don't smoke."

[mostgiftedwitch]

"Only after drinking Pepper-Up Potion, I'm afraid," she answers with a smile.

"And you're welcome, I'm glad I was able to help, Mr. Spade."

[mancalledspade]

Spade has only a vague idea of she is talking about, but he's growing used to this. He nods. "If I can ever help you with anything, let me know."

[mostgiftedwitch]

"Thank you, sir. Your offer is appreciated."

And with a smile and a wave, she'll turn around to leave.