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Apparently, it is not just the Fountain that has been showered with gold.

Watch out for the gold nuggets in the Courtyard!

The Prophet burned down, Florean's underwent some changes, and two shops are gone!

Lots of changes are happening in the alley. Hope you can keep up. :shifty:

Mysterious rumbles (this one happening on the north side [candidate grilling ):

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Originally Posted by The Chronicler (Post 12042139)

A slight rumble underfoot temporarily interrupts proceedings....

.... but it stops a moment later.

Strange. Its probably nothing.

The Worple and Warmsley Travelling Carnival is here!

And hmm... how... interesting. :shifty:

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Originally Posted by Tattooed Man (Post 12372563)

This bloody thing had become more trouble than it was worth. Lose sight of it for even a second and it was like letting roaches in.

The tattooed man looked down at the creature in its special containment, having had it up to here with it. Adorable as it was, it spooked the other creatures something fierce and while he couldn't prove it, he wasn't sure this thing was entirely above the blame for one of their creatures running off. No one knew how it happened but no one wanted it to happen again either.

He stood to the side of the petting zoo, away from the crowds and the grabby hands of some of the younger children.

He was in a fix, he was. Letting it go wasn't an option but keeping it was proving not to be either.

The tattooed man just wanted it off his hands. Wasn't worth the grief.

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Originally Posted by Toddles (Post 12372569)

Another day. Another lost list.

Toddles ought to feel a little bad that Toddles have fingers more slippery than hot butter...but the elf did not. In fact, Toddles was not taking his shinies monesies from the Mister Master Headmaster and bringing them to the carnival that had caught his large ears' attention while trying to remember which of the shopsies he was meant to be buying goodies from.

With quick and eager feet, Toddles made his way to the petting zoo in hopes of seeing more of the fluffy scrub brushies! But as Toddles made his way over, his enormous eyes noticed the most unusual looking mister and his feet became distracted almost immediately.

Curious, Toddles scampered over to the man and peeeeeeeeeeered at him curiously.

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Originally Posted by Tattooed Man (Post 12372575)

He...he could put it out of its misery......of course the thing wasn't suffering and every look into its eyes reminded him he likely wouldn't be able to go through with it. It was tough, the way he looked up at him. The way it wrinkled it's nose and sniffed about.

Dangit he'd never be able to go through with it.

The man searched the area, hoping something would strike him. That's when the elf appeared. They didn't have elves in the zoo. That'd be all kinds of issues the carnival didn't need. He peered down at the elf he currently towered over, an eyebrow arching expectantly.

"Something I can help you with?" If not, he was a little busy trying to figure out how to appropriately rid himself of this nightmare.

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Originally Posted by Toddles (Post 12372579)

Well. There were many things that the mister could help Toddles with. Maybe Toddles should ask for helpsies in finding his list so Algamus couldn't get all hot and bothered like a pot on the stove? But Toddles' big round eyes could not stop staring at the mister and how he looksies more like a skeleton than a mister. Must have taken lots and lots and lots and lots of quills and ink wells to draw all over himself like that.

Maybe Toddles gives that a try back at the castle.

But before Toddles could asksies about the drawings all over the mister's body, his saucer sized eyes finally feel on the special box. Even MORE importantly...the creature inside.

"Toddles pet?" he asked innocently while reaching out with one of his wrinkly elf handsies.

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Originally Posted by Tattooed Man (Post 12372583)

Toddles. With everything he knew of elves and their penchant for speaking in third person, he would assume he was now in the presence of this...Toddles. The brow arched higher at the extended hand...and the words.

Toddles pet? He wanted to pet the thing? The tattooed man looked about the general area for the millionth time, trying to figure out the level of liability such an act might bring down on the carnival. Whose elf was this? Would they sue if he got swallowed...? What were the chances of this going entirely wrong and them needing to pack up and skip town immediately?

He eyeballed him for a long minute.

"No. Toddles can't pet." He decided. That's when he got hit by a brilliant idea. This thing, it could be the problem of whoever owned the elf. Whatever mayhem happened, it would no longer be on him. If things got REALLY messy, well, it wouldn't be his mess to clean, now would it?

"But what say Toddles bring his master a present? Hmm?"

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Originally Posted by Toddles (Post 12372585)

Toddles WHIMPERED and recoiled his hand instantly as though the special box had been a roaring hearth. Lower lip protruding out and quivering, Toddles tried his best not to pout. Which was to say that he was completely and obviously pouting.

Ears twitching slightly at the suggestion, Toddles brow knitted in deep thought and his wrinkly hands rubbed all over his elfsie size head. "Present for Mister Master Headmaster?" Toddles wondered aloud. Would a present maybe make the Mister Master Headmaster forgives Toddles for losing not one but TWO shopping listsies? A house elf could hope?

Toddles knew how presents worked. Presents meant you used monesies unless you were making something and Toddles clearly had not made the fluffy scrub brushy the mister had contained. "Is it enoughsies?" Toddles asked as he held open the bag of monesies meant for Hogwarts supplies.

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Originally Posted by Tattooed Man (Post 12372591)

Wait wait waaaaiiitttt.

Headmaster? For Hogwarts? Merlin's beard. The tattooed man mentally facepalmed. Had to go and complicate this palming off thing, didn't he? Again the man went silent, unsure if he was really willing to send this thing there. At the same time....there may have been few better places. From what he'd seen, bad things happened there all the time. They were used to it, they could handle it--and he could be responsible too, watch.

"Now listen carefully." He held the cage higher to keep it out of reach while he spoke. "Carefully. This is a special cage. You have to make sure it stays in the cage." Otherwise he'd find it very hard to contain indeed. "Don't feed it. It's cute, it gurgles sometimes, it hops excitedly when it sees food. Ignore it." See? Very responsible, gave the elf a whole rundown. This made him no longer liable.

The icing on the cake was the elf offering him money.

Making a quick buck at the expense of the institution that once educated him. You'd think this would strike a nerve but all it did was make him a few galleons richer. The Tattooed man snatched up the entire bag and took a moment to weigh it. "Yeah...yeah, I think this will do nicely." He handed Toddles the cage. "Don't forget to tell your master what I said."

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Originally Posted by Toddles (Post 12372675)

Listen and carefully were, as two things on their own, stuffs that Toddles was not so good at doing. Put them together and it was an impossible herculean tasksie!

But Toddles learned from Nimma how to nod while listening to misters and their instructions like a good little house elfsie, so Toddles do. Nodding he could do and very well!

Arms reaching up as the special box with the fluffy scrub brushie inside, Toddles pushed up on the very veeeeeeeeeery tipsies of his toes to try and reach it. Nodding along, yes. Much nodding. But more than listening Toddles just wanted to hold it and cuddle it and love it!

So he heard something about a special cage. Another somethings about it getting excited when it saw food. And it being cute.

Eager wrinkly elfsies hands grabbing for the cage at last, Toddles hugged it to his chest like it was the most precious pair of silk socks in the whole wide world! "Toddles call you Fluffsies!" Toddles proclaimed proudly while wiggling on of his long fingers at the creature inside. "Thanks Doodle Mister!" Toddles chirped at the man with a crooked teeth grin. "Toddles takes good care of Fluffsies!"

Unlike listening and being careful, promises were things that Toddles could do good on.

Without another word, Toddles snapped his fingers and poofed back to the castle with his elfsie magic.

He could not WAIT to let Fluffsies out to play with in the kitchens!

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch. :loved:

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Originally Posted by Bazinga (Post 12392479)

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presents
Matchmaker Madness

January, 2098
by: Hector Velez

The holiday season has come and gone, and that can only mean one thing: Valentine’s Day is just around the corner! For some, the day means flowers, chocolates, and a romantic date with that special someone; for others, it is nothing but a bad reminder of their loneliness. If you find yourself single and ready to mingle this Valentine’s Day, your soulmate might be right under your nose. Matchmaker, Matchmaker is here to help in your search.

Located in Diagon Alley next to TerrorTours, Matchmaker, Matchmaker is easily spotted by its vibrant pink exterior, but do not let the frilly appearances fool you! The shop, family owned and operated since 1985, has garnered quite the reputation over the years for successfully matching couples one blind date at a time. Their slogan boasts “helping find love Amortentia-free,” so it goes without saying that they take their matches quite seriously. The shop is currently headed by Juliet Raphael, a veteran with over 20 years experience at the helm of Matchmaker, Matchmaker. When asked for comment, Raphael stated, “This is my favourite time of the year! It just absolutely makes my heart melt seeing people fall for those they are blindly paired with, and I am incredibly honoured to be part of that process.”

The matchmaking process itself is fairly straightforward. Customers ages 18 and over need only fill out an application, which will be carefully reviewed by the shopkeeper and her team. Couples are matched based on a variety of factors, including but not limited to common interests. Once the matching is complete, applicants are notified of the time and location of their blind date, and the rest it up to the couple.

While Matchmaker, Matchmaker is open year round, the shop experiences a spike in business around Valentine’s Day. More applications means more chances for those looking for love or just looking for a good time to find a match, so get those applications in while you can!

OOC: authorship credit:MadMadamMalfoy

OOOOH? Look at this! :pea:

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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom (Post 12400661)

On the wall next to the fireplace is a sign announcing a giveaway, the same giveaway advertised around Diagon Alley. Under the sign is a table with entry forms and a wooden box to place the form.

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Text Cut: Official 2098 Quidditch World Cup at the Leaky entry form

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Originally Posted by Raju Misra (Post 12403496)

"Na koi darmiyaan, hum dono hai yahan phir kyun hai tu bata faasley…" Quidditch might be Misra's thing but singing was not. Singing was one of those habits that one could not ditch. It was why Misra found himself singing a classic Bollywood song. The Indian team had arrived only sometime ago but portkey, met with the British Wizarding Prime Minister in addition to the Games & Sports and Magical Co-operation Heads.

That deep voice of his rose a little and the Captain did not care who found it disturbing or put of off his Hindi. Tossing up and down was a key attached to a bright pink ribbon. It was the key to his room you see. Misra wanted nothing more than a steaming cup of chai and a snuggly bed.

Translation: "There is no one in between, only both of us are here. Tell me, then why is there distance between us?''

Well, hello, Mr. Misra. :eyebrows:

Niffler at the Leaky Cauldron!!!

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Originally Posted by NIFFLERS! (Post 12406856)

Sniff. Sniff.

The Niffler's body slunk her body beneath the doorway of Room 2-2. Now that she had escaped the man's pack, she was on a mission to find all of the shinies. In the hallway, her senses were tingling.

Sniff. SNIFF. Sniff.

Within a matter of moments, the adult Niffler had gone down a flight of stairs and then squeezed her way into one of the rooms and was out of sight. With no hesitation she began searching for the precious silvers and golds she so desired, not caring at all about the mess she was bound to be making.

Looks like there are more Nifflers out and about. :shifty:

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Originally Posted by NIFFLERS! (Post 12407114)

There was light! But no shinnies.

The niffler scurried from the shadows of the courtyard of the Leaky into the alley in search. His head swaying quickly side to side for even a glimpse.

Chh---ckk.

Was that someth---yes?! The niffler sat back on his hind legs to look, only to spot three coins being tossed into the fountain right there in front of him.

Chh---chh-CHK!!

It scurried closer as fast as it could for the shinnies, capturing one in its paw. The coin disappearing into its pouch in a flash. The niffler’s gaze then turning in the direction the splashes caused by the other coins had come from only to spot more shinnies in the water. Jackpot! The niffler not hesitating to slip into the lower tier of the fountain and scooping a few into his pouch with the other.

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Originally Posted by NIFFLERS! (Post 12407146)

The deep sniffing from this Niffler led him from the man's bag in the Leaky Cauldron all the way to this here drinkery. Behind the smell of roasted beans was something more enticing; coins, and people needed to use coins for this drink of roasted bean smelling liquid.

Chh---ckk.

Someone was playing with the shinies and the Nifflers eyes jerked towards a shimmer of silver in someone's hands. It was a shiny. He scurried towards the source but deviated away at the last minute. That shiny was in the man's hand but there was another shiny right underneath a table outside. He scurried towards it and picked it up to marvel in the beauty before storing it away.

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Originally Posted by NIFFLERS! (Post 12407899)

The small Niffler's senses were on hyperdrive. There were so many shinies in the alley that he honestly wanted to nab them all and stuff everything he could inside his pouch. But the crème de la crème was in Wiseacre's.

The moment he saw numerous items glisten from the window was the moment he made a mad dash across the street and snuck in as someone entered the shop. For a moment, he stared in awe. He was in Niffler heaven.

It was then he started sneakily grabbing the shiniest of items from the shelves, paying no attention to any humans that might have been wandering about the place.

Welp... what's this?? How curious .... :shifty:

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Originally Posted by The Chronicler (Post 12422125)

At a rather unremarkable hour of the day, an owl makes a hasty drop off on the steps of the book shop. It does not wait to receive payment, nor does it wait to see if anyone claims the package before flying off.

Unlike other packages that get delivered to this fine establishment, this one is not wrapped at all. It's a book, a book with a cover that glows on and off. It sits waiting to be collected.

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Gosh, what's the haps with this book? :whut:

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Originally Posted by The Chronicler (Post 12423947)

It's cover pulsating with its eerie but ethereal bleach white glow, one could almost hear how squeaky clean, like a damp cloth against glass, the tattered leather binding was as it passed from hand to hand.

Squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky.

At this unremarkable time of day something remarkable happened. As soon as the Flourish and Blotts shopkeeper's eyes had washed over its pages, the book faded out of existence to reappear elsewhere in the Alley.

Centaurs? What? :whaa:

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Originally Posted by CENTAURS! (Post 12427565)

Having innocently wandered off from their herd as they migrated to find another forest suitable for dwelling, the humble group of adolescent centuars somehow managed to find themselves at the threshold of wizarding London. Arelis, Zerano, and Midoos gleefully pranced atop the color changing bricks beneath their hooves. A younger generation, they had grown up far more open minded to such wizarding tricks.

"You can understand why Thereos saved those two-legged ones," Zerano sang as he bound from a blue colored stone and turned it sunset orange upon landing. "If they can capture the colors of the sky in stone like this."

"And flowers!" chimed in Arelis while her wild braids smacked against her strong shoulders as she worked a patch of stone herself. Hers turning from vivid purples to brilliant yellows that reminded her of the daffodils she would collect on the Hogwarts grounds. She yearned for home and this running away from nothing into more nothing was beginning to wear on the entire herd. She just wanted to go home to the Forbidden Forest. But she also felt that Zerano had been right. That they DID need a fun distraction and this was it!

Midoos, however, was not as celebratory about their misadventure. "W-We should get back to the herd," he stammered while rubbing his impressive forearms. "Piritrius told us not to wander off again after the last time..."

Both Zerano and Arelis gave their friend a scrutinizing glare.

"....I'm only saying...this isn't where we belong..." he reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time since this morning.

And acromantulas!!! :whaa:

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Originally Posted by ACROMANTULAS! (Post 12427793)

Attracted by the sheer amount of magic concentrated to one single place, the group of Acromantulas had finally made it to Diagon Alley - leaving only a few casualties in their wake. A few. Or maybe more than a few. They needed to eat after all. And seeing as they'd been displaced from their usual habitat in the Forbidden Forest, they'd had to make do. Having taken a little detour through Knockturn Alley, they finally emerged onto the streets of Diagon Alley, their large (and small) feet loudly (or not so loudly) tapping against the cobblestone streets.

Now, where WERE they? Was that-

Despite their numerous sets of eyes, their vision was NOT the best, compared to other creatures, especially when trying to make out objects at a distance. Heads turning in unison, they all stared at the CASTLE at the same time. Had they gone in a circle? Were they...were they back home? Without thinking, the group started running again, towards the castle, towards Hogwarts. Could it be? Were they going to be able to return home? WERE they almost home? They could feel it, a sense of excitement running through the group. They were so close, they were-

A TRICK! IT WAS A TRICK!

What was previously a sense of excitement quickly turned into rage. They'd been TRICKED! They weren't home! This was not Hogwarts!

Who was responsible for this?!

And bowtruckles!!! Where MUGGLES CAN SEE :whaa: :whaa:

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Originally Posted by BOWTRUCKLES! (Post 12427774)

Being forced away from their trees was one thing, but the little Bowtruckles were certain they would find a new play to call home and after jumping from different trees and not finding the right fit for one reason or the next they found a few nice trees to climb and some yummy wood lice to eat.

This place seemed to fit what they needed for now so they made themselves at home.

AND UNICORNS! (oh my!)

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Originally Posted by UNICORNS! (Post 12427964)

The small group of unicorns had strayed from the larger herd, but finding enough food was proving difficult and these few unicorns were sure they had caught a whiff of something delicious as they turned down Diagon Alley.

Normally fairly shy around humans, especially those of the male variety, these unicorns were emboldened by their hunger. And not only that, but the mares were quite concerned for their foals. They needed to eat.

Trotting down the street, their noses soon led them to Florean Fortescue's outdoor seating - there was something so tempting here! And even though there were several humans around, partaking in their own delicious treats, the unicorns trampled into the seating area and helped themselves to the dishes of ice cream on the tables. Not minding the humans trying to eat the ice cream themselves, they eagerly poked their snouts into the bowls, licking up the ice cream as they attempted to fill their bellies.

More ACROMANTULAS.....:whaa:

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Originally Posted by ACROMANTULAS! (Post 12427913)

Was she the one responsible???

After the leaders had turned their heads to the sound of the girl screaming, the rest of the acromantulas quickly followed suit. Was that her? Had she MALICIOUSLY tricked them???? There was nobody else around to blame so yes, it had to have been her.

Maybe it was her fault that they were here in the first place too???

The anger suddenly directed at the girl definitely suggested as much. She was going to pay for this. The group started advancing on her, ready to finally have someone to BLAME for all of this and get their revenge.

Thestrals as well! Sweet babies

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Originally Posted by THESTRALS! (Post 12428024)

There was an odd stirring in the square. For the average person, perhaps they imagined it was the wind stirring up the few fallen leaves and trash in the square. Any birds in the square had departed hastily a few hours ago and had not returned.

For any who have been touched by death, you might see black, skeletal, bat-winged horses. Grouped to the right, the group of thestrals gave off a more…tamed feeling, although they looked a bit haggard, as if they were used to being taken care of by someone, perhaps the Hogwarts staff? Another, more tempestuous, group lingered off to the left. This group looked more wild, but fine as if they were used to taking care of themselves.

In between, prancing around between the muggles that were lingering in the square, the foals of each herd chased each other playing happily together.

OHMAGAHHHHHD Centaurs are DESTROYING my Louisa's Leaky Cauldron!

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Originally Posted by CENTAURS! (Post 12428122)

While Midoos was cautiously curious and Arelis awestruck and blushing (the two-legged male was rather handsome), something within Zerano snapped as he and his centaur kin were offered sanctuary by the pair before him.

"The stars spit upon your ancestors!" he barked suddenly, strong hooves stomping against the stone hard enough that it was a wonder they had not caused sparks. "Help us? Your kind can do nothing to help us! Not even in your most fanciful sagedreams can you assist us!"

His dark eyes shot around the area and recalled the door through the building that lead here.

Eyes wild, Zerano shot his friends a commanding look before taking off at a canter towards the door and spun around to kick it open with his hind quarters. Kicking the door square off its hinges, Zerano disappeared within the Leaky Cauldron proper.

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Originally Posted by CENTAURS! (Post 12428123)

Enraged, Zerano stormed into the Leaky Cauldron with his eyes as red as a blood moon. Just as the prophecies before had foretold, his presence in the Leaky Cauldron marked its own sort of end times. He was going to show these two-legged ones just how useful their help had been to centaurkind.

Like a troll with a club in hand, the teenage centaur kicked over unoccupied tables and chairs while shattering the glassware. Just as the two-legged ones had shattered their dreams and home.

Now there are muggles and thestrals in DA too!:whaa:

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Originally Posted by THESTRALS! (Post 12428024)

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Originally Posted by MUGGLES! (Post 12428397)

Tommy had decided to go for lunch today. The square usually had the best hot dog stands and so he made his way there figuring he could snag a sausage and then sit on the steps and enjoy some rare London sun. Besides, he wasn’t in a hurry to go back to his desk job.

Whistling, he walked up to a food cart and paid his lunch, putting copious amounts of mustard on his dog, and then wandered over to the fountain to sit down and enjoy his lunch. Setting his dog down on his lap, he popped the top on his pop and took a swig. Hmmm…bubbles.

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Originally Posted by THESTRALS! (Post 12428414)

The whistling noise from one hyoo-mon got the attention of one of the frolicking colts. So did the delicious smell that the hyoo-mon was carrying. He cantered up and then followed the noisy man, although the hyoo-mon didn’t seem to notice him. It was fine. The colt was used to going about his business unseen by silly hyoo-mons.

He leaned in, sniffing trying to figure out what the hyoo-mon was doing. He jolted back a step at the odd hissing-pop sound of the man’s drink. He snorted, wings flapping a little.

Ooo – look….the hyoo-mon's yummy smelling treat was unattended in the man’s lap.

He leaned in and picked up the hot dog before turning to go. Maybe one of his new friends would like to share the treaty-meaty thing.

Plus a BASILISK in the playground!!!! Yikees!

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Originally Posted by ACROMANTULAS! (Post 12428388)

While the leader of the small(er) acromantulas had in fact gone down for now (until he figured out how to STOP BEING BLIND!), the others just ran over him and kept advancing on the children. Some of them went down as spells from the adults hit them but the rest just kept running. Some were even stopped by the gluing spell, however some had simply been stuck together by that same spell and kept on running. Two was better than one, right? They were used to working in groups after all. As long as they worked together...

Two of them tried to grab onto the boy's (Ezra) arm and leg in an attempt to drag him away from the girl (Emmerson) he was clinging to. There was safety in numbers, so separating the two was the obvious next step. THAT and getting away from that flaming shield the man (Vitaliy) had just cast. They briefly feigned an attack but then slowly retreated anyway, away from the fire. Fire meant death. That was one of the first things they'd learned. Fire and-

:whaa:

If there was a word for "welp" in spider-language, there would have been a collective yell of "welp" right about now. How? Where? What? HOW?!?!?!?!? A basilisk?

A BASILISK?!?!?!

Along with the animated creatures from the carousel, the enormous snake was definitely causing a ripple of panic to run through the group of Acromantulas. Amidst the chaos, the leader of the small(er) spiders finally managed to rid himself of the red cloth covering his eyes and...instinctively tried to latch onto the nearest limb he could see (Emmerson's). That was BEFORE he realized just what kind of D A N G E R they were all in. Where had that BASILISK come from?

And why had nobody thought to share that piece of information with him????

Interesting list you got there Jack. :lookingeyes:

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Originally Posted by Jack Roller (Post 12447072)

Jack eyed the basket summoned by the shopkeeper and then promptly plopped the jar of leeches into it. His hand shot out and grabbed the knotgrass as the man reached for the slugs and it too was added to the basket. It occurred to Jack that if he had sent the shopkeeper to get all the ingredients it would be fairly easy to pocket a few things. He just wasn’t really sure what exactly in here would be worth…

Oooooo! His eyes landed on something shiny. And Long. Both good things. He could probably get a decent price for that to the right buyer –

”What?” he said as the shopkeeper said something about skin. ”Skin. Right right.” He needed to focus. What else was on the list? He glanced down at it…

3 lbs- fluxweed
1 lb - knotgrass
15 oz - lacewing flies
6 oz - leeches
1 lb - horned slugs
15 oz- powdered Bicorn horn
10 oz- Rat Spleen
3 bls - shredded Boomslang skin

Mmm…He glanced into the shopkeeper’s basket. ”I also need 15 ounces of powdered Bicorn horn.” And while the guy was getting that – he’d find the lacewing flies.

Wonder who these guys are waiting for?

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier (Post 12448111)

She noticed him at once as he entered the pub, mere moments before he caught sight of her and approached the table. And as he sat, Alphonsine allowed the hood of her cloak to drop down to her shoulders, revealing her delicate features still partially obscured by the shadows enveloping the table. She affixed Sebastijan with a small smile, not addressing his inquiry as it was already a given. He always seemed willing to please when it came to her demands, whether it was because of her innate charms or other methods of persuasion. But she found the reason why to be of little consequence.

"I took the liberty of ordering you a drink," she said lightly, nodding to the glass of elderberry wine in front of him before she lifted her own glass to her lips. Somewhat suspicious of this shady establishment, Alphonsine had already taken measures to make sure nothing unsavory was added to either drink so she was certain it was safe for consumption. They didn't need any detours in their plans, no matter how minor.

"Everything seems to be moving quite smoothly." She kept her tone conversational and light as her eyes made a cursory sweep of the general vicinity before looking back at the man across from her. It was as much a statement on her part as it was confirmation that his part was still going according to plan. "I sent our new friend on an errand." She smiled as she took another sip of wine. She expected him here soon as well.

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Originally Posted by Sebastijan Grimmson (Post 12448294)

Sebastijan lifted the glass to survey the drink inside carefully, even giving it a small stir to further inspect the nature of the drink. He had a very stringent rule for drinks: he didn't drink anything that he didn't see poured directly from the bottle. It was a dangerous world and laying his trust in the unknown was merely out of question.

But Alphonsine wasn't unknown. In fact, Alphonsine was one of the very few people he trusted, possibly even wholeheartedly. And, as he glanced back at her, he noticed the way she was harmlessly sipping away at her own drink. So his response? "Cheers," he said, offering her a smile in return before taking a large sip of his own drink. Mmm. Was that - he paused to take another sip - elderflower?

Conversation continued, but not on the topic of the flavour of the wine. It was more interesting, and gave the kind of confirmation that caused Sebastijan to smile. "Oh good. Very good," he said, just as lightly, "I hope he's delivering enough of the right groceries." Simple words, simple conversation, but he had faith that Alphonsine would understand why this was of such great importance to him.

"Speaking of, when did he say he'd arrive?"

^ shoulda updated that....... i stalked the whole thing

THIS JUST IN:

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Originally Posted by Jack Roller (Post 12456615)

Near the Gleaming Gytrash, a loud crack sounded. A stray cat startled, screeched, and ran off knocking over some trash as it fled as Jack appeared in the dingy poorly lit corner of Knockturn Alley. Tucked into a pocket on his jacket was a small mirror. His hand was shoved into a pants pocket displaying an old fashioned wristwatch that looked like it cost more than Jack’s entire wardrobe. His bristly hair was deflated on top and if one looked closely at him, his eyes had a glossy spaced out appearance. In fact, he stood there at the dead end of the alley as if he was waiting for someone. Or perhaps he was awaiting orders?

We have another waiter/lurker in Knockturn Alley, it seems. How will he get his orders?! ~~you do the math laolaoolol~~

Uh oh :whaa: Who could have put this on the fountain? :whut:

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Originally Posted by The Announcer (Post 12464556)

The dragons and cherubs seemed extra angry today. Water was spitting all over the place, hitting witches and wizards far enough away from the fountain that would normally have beenn ignored. And what was that clanking noise? Was that a coin (or two?) being spat across the alley?

It seemed the fountain really wanted to get someone’s attention! Because scrawled across the middle tier of the fountain was an interesting image:

https://i.postimg.cc/fTqQp2Nt/neoalliancetagging2.png

Where did it come from? How did it get there? Because the image certainly wasn’t there last night when the Leaky Cauldron closed. And how was it going to come off? Surely the ~~haunted~~ fountain wasn’t going to let just anyone scrub it off without a fight, even if the fountain did seem to want the graffiti gone.

Oh no - another one!

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Originally Posted by The Announcer (Post 12465143)

As the sun rose over London and light filled the wand shop, an odd shadow cast itself across the chairs and rug that filled the space in front of the big window of Ollivanders. How did this image get here? What does it mean? And was it there when the shop closed last night? Surely not!

Even stranger was the fact that the image could be read correctly from both sides of the window. No backwards words here!
https://i.postimg.cc/t41Gj3qr/neoalliancetagging3.png
Scrub all you want good witches and wizards! It’ll take a very powerful charm or a lot of elbow grease to get rid of this graffiti.

Where is this stuff coming from?

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Originally Posted by The Announcer (Post 12466086)

It wasn’t the mechanism on the umbrella that was causing it to stick shut. It was, as the cousins (Kizzy and Cooper) would find out (should they ever get it opened), paint that stuck the fabric together. Because sprayed on the fabric was an odd symbol:
https://i.postimg.cc/t41Gj3qr/neoalliancetagging3.png

Was the symbol on any of the other umbrellas? Perhaps. There was only one way to find out.

The graffiti is back:

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Originally Posted by The Announcer (Post 12475502)

It had been a while since the shops of Diagon Alley had been defaced, but as the sun rose over the Alley, scrawled across the decoratively dangling cauldrons was the following symbol. Some of the graffiti paint splattered the windows. The imagine certainly hadn't been there the night before:
https://i.postimg.cc/c4LNDqVG/neoalliancetagging.png