Bon voyage beuverie

Some sleep-flyin’ owl came swoopin’ in earlier today with a message from Babs. I remember that owl. First time we saw the Zamboni since Hogwarts, he was buyin’ the tired ol’ thing. Apparently it’s managed to bore it’s self to sleep.

Anyhow, the note said to meet ‘im tonight 8 o’clock, at the place of my choosing. So seven forty-five finds me in Rusty Grapes with a Phoenix in hand.

Babs comes in a bit later, lookin’ as tense as a crup, and twice as snappy. He smiles a bit when he sees yours truly though, and ambles over to sit down.

( Meetin' with Babs )