recently, when i was visiting hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, where i used to teach, minerva mcgonagall, filiuis flitwick juinior, neville longbottom and i came across this old locker in the room of requirement. in it were a whole bunch of tools and weapons that were made by someone called moon fall. minerva, knowing my nature, gave me one of his katanas, but moon fall remains a mystery,
said to be the wife of salazar slytherin, but later proven false, moon fall, as that was her nickname i later found out, had been a muggle intuition teacher in hogwarts in, like, the early first century or something. we're talking old enough to know ol' helena hufflepuff, for that was my class. anyway, if you are to see me with mismatching katanas, and i'll post pictures soon, if this internet will allow me, you'll see them.
and remember when i told you about not telling stories. well, i'll tell you one...
the year was 2045, I had just met kursed, and we were on our annual honeymoon. our 13th, actually. she went out into the yard to shoo the raptors away from our summer home on sauria. i knew how she did it, i just didn't know that she would lose her right hand above the elbow because of it. flippin' raptor was bored i suppose. then there's her--
