Cuaditch In Character

I feel personally affronted that anyone would come into my town and release innocent Magical Creatures in a land to which they are neither native nor properly suited for. It's cruel, inhumane, and actions suited for Middle Age wizardry ...

Have no worries that each and every curupira and sasabonsam will be found and returned to their homeland. However, I do hope that law enforcement finds AND charges whomsoever is doing this to the fullest extent of the law. And if there isn't a law, I'm bloody happy to write one.

What would be just excellent would be if Quidditch teams and fans could just stop. Play your game and have done with it.

WHO: Terry & Rolf
WHEN: backdated to 29 November, I think? The night that the kids first arrived.
WHERE: Rolf's bedroom!
WHAT: Terry & Rolf talk about being dads and they say some Big Things.
WARNINGS: PG-13 for suggestiveness at the end.

( 'Meeting them is like … it's an affirmation that we're doing the right thing.' )

Now that we've all been here for a moment (or two) and the surprises are mostly behind us, I thought we could use this post as an opportunity to gather information. In particular those of us who are here that you all know in the future. I have many questions ...

When are you from? What are some of the major timeline points?

How different is your when from here?

Do you have any advice for us to make your future happen? Or to to not happen?

Is there anything (AMA) about any of us you want to know?

We're a small town. We're honestly all up in each other's business. And as I had a fair amount of guilt because Grandmama would be disappointed I didn't light the menorah this year, I thought I'd reach out to you and get a conversation started.

TEXT MESSAGE: TERRY BOOT

... so, hey, guess what

WE HAVE KIDS!!!!!

They're coming to the shelter to meet the orphan kneazles

and us, I guess.

About one month ago

TERRY + ROLF
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DATE NIGHT & FIRST SMOOCHES | PG

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While the whole town is abuzz with the delights? of World Cup season, I feel it my solemn duty to use the excitement to remind you all about the plights of those with whom we share this arcane and secret world: the Magical Creature. Today, I want to talk to you about the Golden Snidget.

While, in many cases, several of you might know the Golden Snidget, I am convinced that several may have never heard of our avian friend before. The Golden Snidget is a perfectly round little golden-coloured bird with wings that can go in a nearly 360 degree circle. If the name and the description don't do it for you, I'll be more clear: this was the early snitch caught by Quidditch players. Though Madam Modesty Rabnott protested the use of the Golden Snidget (from the first released), it took many years to make progress. I give thanks to the memory of Bowman Wright for determining the most effective way to design and charm a Golden Snitch so that a Golden Snidget never again had to give up her life for the playing of the game.

It wasn't until the bird received the ranking of XXX in order to protect it from would-be Quidditch purists that it could live mostly unmolested. Today, you can visit the Modesty Rabnott Golden Snidget Preserve in Somerset if you would like to see this fantastical little bird in the flesh. I would, furthermore, recommend that any betting in Cuaditch over the World cup or the World Cup teams would donate a portion of the proceeds to the continued protection of the Golden Snidget.

When it's your birthday and you have a craving but you're not in Mexico, you make yourself a (coffee) tres leches cake:

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If anyone needs me, my plans seem to be a bit, er, up in the air today.

Yes, I mean that literally.

[OOC: Titus is stuck in a Hot Air Balloon with Terry & Hannah, wheeee!]

[FILTER TO: FRIENDS*]

Tell me everything you know about Terry Boot.

*Feel free to assume; this sunshine boi loves everyone.

2 september

terry boot + rolf scamander
a first meeting
g | complete

( 'Or am I the target today?' )

Did anyone see the fluffy yellow pigs today? They might look like puffs of cotton candy, but in reality they are actually an ancient species of wild boar that dates beyond the Roman occupation of Britain. Typically they hide in the bogs in the north of England (not the best place for them as bogs aren't typically ever that shade of spring-like yellow!) and pop out at random. They scare Muggles and many a ghost story has been spun about them.

But I hope you followed them. Because they're not at all ghost-story worthy. They give delightful dinner parties. I had roast eggplant with pecans, asparagus, with marinara and seltzer water!

I love all animals, I really do. But this stuffed monkey is playing really quite ugly. Here's a smattering of what he said whilst I took my daily walk to the office:

"If you'd stop nerding out about servals, you might attract someone. No one wants a man with cat hair all over their shirt."

"Consider the unkempt hair on your face. It tells people you don't care about your appearance. If you don't care about your appearance, how can you hope to attract someone to you? Care about yourself first."

"Your grandfather understood more about toxic masculinity and how to combat it than you ever will, no one will want to date you because you're an insipid author."

Really didn't need all of that truth hitting me so hard today! And from a monkey made of cotton bloody stuffing, too.

Since today we were supposed to buy our best friends a gift, I decided that bees are my best friend. I spent the afternoon planting a pollinator-friendly garden in Twirl Park.

You're welcome to help water the garden. I figured if we gave the bees a gift, they'd give us the gift of themselves.

Congrats to anyone getting laid, regardless of whether the tabloids guest it right or not.

Also, personally, I’d go for a party twin first, then the non-party twin.

Let's all be honest and know that there are no true hangover remedies other than abstaining completely; who wants to do that when there are people like you, though. I'm on my 5th cup of ginger tea and I'm finally feeling a bit more alive than a wadded up piece of sticky parchment.

I just wanted it out there in the world: I said a lot of things last night to a lot of people. None of what I said was false. (You're all very, incomprehensibly beautiful people.) I would have probably chosen to be a little more honourable about it.

So, I suppose I won't apologize. I'll simply promise to do better next time.

welcome to cuaditch

everyone
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