[ WP ] You 're a tourist visiting London . While cutting through a back alley to get to a pub , you stumble upon a corgi made of solid gold . Said corgi decides to follow you around .

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 `` Go on. Get out of here.'' 
 
 The dog instead stuck its nose to the ground, as if its little golden nub could smell anything. 
 
 Camila tossed a chip at it, catching the dog's attention. The chip, devoured within moments, made the strangest slurping sound as the pure gold corgi swallowed it. 
 
 So it was a still functional corgi, despite it's golden status. 
 
 Standing in the alley way, body blocking the little pup's abnormal status from prying eyes, she had to wonder how that happened to be. Glamouring of a normal dog to appear pure gold was not as much high level magic as childish and potentially animal cruelty. The London Witches' Board to Prevent Harm to Magical and Non-Magical Creatures ( LWBTHMNC or Lubthank ) was going to scoop this little one up and therefore this dog was not her problem. The question was if any of the no-Mag's would be able to see it as a golden corgi or just a normal corgi. 
 
 The dog, completely oblivious to her thoughts, kept jumping up at her hand, trying to get more chips. The little golden tag on it's collar bounced and jangled. 
 
 `` Come here, little one.'' She reached out for the collar. 
 
 1393 Hearst Street, London 
 
 The dog had n't gotten far from it's owner then. 
 
 Using the chips, all cold and soggy now, as a distraction, she scooped the pup up and tucked it, squirming like all hell, under her coat. 
 
 Hearst Street was just two blocks over and 1393 was just a simple brownstone with nothing in particular to make it stand out. In fact, if she was n't looking for it, she would n't have seen it at all. 
 
 Taking the steps two at a time, she approached the door, ready to magic the damn thing open to give the owner a piece of her mind. Gold corgis loose in London. Stupid. 
 
 The door swung open on her approach and Camila ran straight through a girl. 
 
 `` Sorry! Oh!'' The pup squirmed out of her arms and ran straight into the back of the house. 
 
 `` Ami, what are you doing out?'' The girl, no, ghost, closed the door and drifted right through Camila, following the sharp, metallic clatter of paws. 
 
 Camila followed. 
 
 The house was beautifully lit, a far cry from the soggy, misty weather in London and Camila immediately recognized some of the locales through the windows, the city streets of Paris, Tokyo, New York, Sydney, and the beautiful greenery and snow and deserts of far away places. It was a witch's house, or a rare wizard's. 
 
 `` Hello?'' As she entered the kitchen, the windows shifted to a beautiful field in the afternoon. If she had to guess, Camila would have said that was off in the midwest of the states somewhere. 
 
 The ghost poured water into the dog's equally golden bowl. `` Ah, hello, sorry about that. Ami gets a little excited sometimes and runs off to who knows where.'' 
 
 Camila clutched the strap of her bag. Casual talk like that would get the witch censured in the States. No magic where magic did n't go. `` It really should n't be doing that. We ca n't have word getting out about magic dogs running in the streets of London.'' 
 
 The girl shrugged. `` Try as I can to keep her in here, she gets out somehow. I ca n't leave the house of course, so I ca n't figure out how. She comes back when she wants.'' 
 
 She wiped her hands, now gloved, on her apron and held one out. `` Laura.'' 
 
 Camila took it, surprised that the hands were now solid. 
 
 Laura smiled, pulling her hand back and putting a kettle on the stove. `` The gloves help a lot. I practically become a real person, if everything is charmed right. Do you prefer green or black?'' 
 
 `` Uh, I have to go.'' 
 
 `` Please do n't!'' Laura, dark eyes pleading, held out two tins of tea. `` We hardly see anyone and the mistress has n't been home in ages.'' 
 
 Camila edged toward the door. `` Mistress?'' 
 
 Laura moved forward slightly. `` Yes! Mistress Oriole has n't been by and little Ami misses her dearly.'' 
 
 `` Uh, I ca n't really help with that.'' 
 
 `` But, please, stay awhile. Ami never brings anyone home and I've never met an American before. Is it as nice as they say?'' 
 
 `` Uh... I mean, I guess?'' 
 
 `` Oh, I wish I could go! I could be in New York right now! I could see Guys and Dolls on Broadway!'' 
 
 `` Guys and Dolls?'' Camila paused. `` Laura, do you know what year it is?'' 
 
 Laura paused. `` 1995, right?'' 
 
 Camila shook her head, pulling out her smartphone. `` Laura, I hate to break it to you, but it's 2017.'' 
 
 Laura look down at the dog and the dog back to her. 
 
 `` Oh, dear.''
