.."Maggie grinned as she interjected. "That?s me."The old woman stepped to the side, smiling, to allow Maggie to enter.The moment she did, a man with ... well-combed head of short black hair,parted to one side, rose up from a nearby seat in the lobby/foyer area.Despite the fact that he did not have the stereotypical suit-and-tiethat most believed federal agents to wear, the polo shirt and the casualblack jeans didn?t fool his raven-haired visitor at all."Hiya, Den." Maggie flashed a grin. "I?m. Fiona wanted to go back to the Warehouse this afternoon to show Susan where they were going to base themselves. She had told Jon about the relocation proposal which had got him thinking. He would need to rethink the access to the Warehouse to enable visitors to go there! He thought he might have a solution for that, if Soper & Klein were going to put some funds forward. He would need to have a conversation with his neighbour, Jacob Spinney.Along with Fiona, they had gone through some scenarios. Pansy stared at him but soon regain her smirk, �Like to try it on would you,Miss Potter?�Harry ignored her comment and stood up because his trousers were starting topinch him.Pansy�s smirk faded and she appeared to be thinking but then her smirk returnedagain giving a very stupid impression, �Sorry Potter, this is my dress you getyour own!�She obviously thought Harry stood up because he really wanted to try her dress.�So where is Draco?� Harry asked softly, he was not too turned off by. Jack told me, "Go dress as your mother is. Take Frieda. If you can't find anything for her to wear, she can stay naked, but I'm looking for basically this standard." He waved at Momma.So we headed upstairs. Dressing me was easy; we already knew what Jack wanted me to wear. But Frieda and I are NOT the same size or shape and it was an immediate problem, since all I had was the stuff we'd bought earlier in the day. Frieda thought it was great fun, of course, but I was unhappy; anything I had.