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PostSubject: Creatures and campfire stories   Sat 5 Dec - 15:06

// Planned event. Waiting for Linder. Smile
That's a work-in-process title, may change later. //

- Friday, 20th of July 1985 / 17:30 --> -

The skies above the ancient highlands of Scotland were mostly cloudy that day but the late summer sun took every chance to peek out.
”Daddy, can I go catch frogs?” Stephen asked, shiftring restlessly as he sat next to his father on the shore where they'd been sitting for a while. It was rainig lightly in a cool sixteen celsius temperature, fine enough weather to catch some fish. The boy was wearing old blue jeans, blue rubber boots, and a dark red rain coat over a black hoodie. The father, not being so wild explorer, had dressed in blue jeans, brown hiking boots and light black coat over a blue button shirt.
”Sorry, mate, not here,” Jacob stated firmly. They both knew what lived in the depths of the loch but he seemed to be the only one who worried about it. Not that he even expected a 5-year old to worry about a kelpie. Jacob either wasn't overly worried though, after all this was a lake-dwelling individual and thus would most likely lure and not suddenly attack. But he wasn't taking any unnecessary risks, though they were relatively safe there on the South East side as all of the reported sightings had been made on the west side.
But it didn't mean it would never hunt anywhere else, and he wanted to relax at least a little bit – that is not have to downright constantly keep an eye on the boy who was old enough to remember simple rules but young enough to still quickly wander off if provided with interesting enough lure.
He was actually surprised this active and spirited kid had managed to sit and fish, just chatting with him, for nearly a half an hour. He'd not really planned to take him fishing until he was a bit older but tonight he himself craved for fish dinner way too badly.
”But you said it's on the other side! I'll stay really close to the shore!” the boy argued, rising up to his feet and pulled his do-it-yourself fishing pole and bate out of the water.
No, son, do not go near the water without me,” Jacob repeated more sternly now.
”Look, you could try and photograph other wildlife here on the shore and the edge of the woods. There's lots of it,” he suggested gently. They'd already spotted some red squirrels, brown hares and weasels as well as some birds. Foxes probably wouldn't come out before night time and the deers inhabited the other side of the valley, but there'd still be plenty here for the little one to enjoy even if he didn't manage to get any good photos, which was likely seeing to his very short history behind a camera.
”Just stay close by where I can see you,” he reminded when handing out hid old instant camera to Stephen who fortunately found the suggestion interesting enough.
”Maybe I'll get a photo of the kelpie or some other magical creature!” Stephen got more and more excited about the little adventure he was to have. Britain, especially Scotland, was full of fascinating folkore while some of it most certainly had to be true.
”Good luck,” Jacob wished him, ”but remember, don't go anywhere with strangers!” Jacob reminded as the boy ran off towards the woods. Kelpies around or not, that was the number one rule he'd laid down to his children and the one never to be broken no matter what.
One missing family member was more than enough to bear. Lately he'd been extra worried though there hadn't been any incidents or anything to give reason, but it was enough that his first-born was now at the same age his brother had been that fateful day while the two shared certain personality traits.


For a while Jacob watched as the boy tried to frame a family of squirrels way up in a tree, but then focused on his own store-bought fishing pole for a moment. He set it so he wouldn't need to hold it, and hung a little bell on it so he wouldn't have to keep an eye on it to know if a fish bit.
Then he relaxed again, sitting under a pine tree and leaning on its trunk, facing the direction Stephen froliced at. Everything seemed to go smoothly so he closed his eyes for a while just taking in the sounds and scents of nature while keeping one ear out for the whereabouts of his son.
There was no way he could completely relax and lose himself in the atmosphere until the little scamp would be fast asleep in the tent at their camp, about one kilometer into the woodland. He'd protected the immediate area with several spells before they settled there, as the kelpie wasn't the only potential danger in the middle of the woods. Alone he wouldn't have bothered, but with a child there was no question about it. Especially as this was an unknown area to them - he'd taken a couple of day hikes around here earlier this week and asked about the best wild camping spots from the villagers and authorities. He'd chosen a spot less than a kilometer from the hiking trail they'd arrived by, near enough for a young child to find his way to other people by himself should something unexpected happen. Though he himself had excellent survival and tracking skills due to his line of work, and possessing magical powers and a wand provided extra safety and he was relatively experienced camper, it was still best to be prepared for anything.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Sat 5 Dec - 17:47

Linder had been hiking for days along the east shore of Loch Ness, and occasionally walking away from the shore into the woods nearby.  This trip was purely for relaxation, and he had stopped every day to go fishing until he caught enough for dinner.  He had brought other food, some intended for a nice breakfast before breaking camp each day, the rest in forms he could easily eat without stopping.

Dressed in black dungarees and his hiking boots, he also wore a camouflage jacket over a black long sleeve sweatshirt. A Scottish style hunting hat completed his outfit, and he carried his enchanted backpack.  To make sure muggles wouldn’t spot him using the magic pack, he had strapped his fishing pole to the outside, the tip of which stretched a couple of feet overhead.

As was his habit, he stopped at every community he came across when hiking.  He had started at the north end of the loch, having apparated late at night from Inverness to just outside the well-known and ancient Aldourie Castle Estate.  His intention was to hike to Boleskine House, enjoying the vast stretches of nature and sparse society scattered throughout the region on the east shore of Loch Ness.

Several times he would encounter others on the shore, many of them fishing.  He would stop and chat with them, primarily about fishing and the local area, and inquire if they were locals or visitors.  Occasionally he would join them briefly, if the fishing was good, though never to intrude on their specific spot.  He had been hiking all morning and had seen nobody today.

So when he saw a man on the shore sitting under a tree, with a fishing pole set up and the line in the water, and noticed a small boy playing nearby, he walked up with a friendly smile and purposely made more noise than he normally would to alert them to his approach.  In a jovial tone that is clearly not Scottish he called out, “Good afternoon.  How’s the fishing around here?”  Being highly educated, Linder spoke right proper English, but those with an ear for such things could probably catch that he had a distinct accent of those from Bristol, particularly when having casual conversations.


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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Mon 7 Dec - 13:29

After a few unsuccesful and some relatively good shots Stephen had already grown tired of capturing animals in picture form, put the camera down under a tree, and instead tried to catch a baby squirrel for real. Not having the arm strength to pull himself up on a tree branch that was a little bit too high up for him, requireing hanging on, he droppd back to the ground. He headed towards another tree nearby which had lower branches, as he figured he would leap to the squirrel tree from there. The boy turned his attention towards the greeting voice but only for a galnce as it appeared to be just a lone grown-up.
Soon enough he remembered that climbing a tree in rubber boots was a pain, no matter how carefully you concentrated on it – especially when the tree was a little bit wet from rain, and that the squirrel family was higher up than it had seemed from the ground. He kicked his boots off and as they fell to the ground he proceeded in his blue woolen stockings. A couple of branches later his eyes caught something much more worth pursuing, deeper in the woods.

”Good afternoon,” Jacob greeted back.
”So far we have only two small trouts, but then again we haven't been here for very long. Try your luck?” he suggested in welcoming tone, gesturing towards the shoreline. Just then the tiny bell jingled, signaling a possible third fishie about to join them for dinner.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Mon 7 Dec - 18:30

Linder had long been accustomed to paying close attention to his surroundings.  His senses, particularly sighting motion in woods both thick and sparse, were finely tuned from habitually taking the form of a goshawk.  Being alone much of the time on his journeys in search of wand wood had he had formed habits that some might consider paranoid, but to him they were merely cautious and justified.  So he had immediately noticed the boy frolicking in the woods as he approached.

With a slight chuckle, Linder nodded once, “Thank you, I believe I will.  My name is Linder.  Clever trick, with the bell I mean.”  As he shrugged his backpack off and unstrapped his fishing pole he glanced once again toward the woods, “It seems the bootless boy has spotted something beyond the squirrels in the trees to pique his interest.  Is he your son?”

Taking a small tackle box from his pack he opened it and pulled out a wriggly lure, one he had enchanted years ago.  While it appeared normal out of water, underwater it magically wriggled like a real insect.  Though it weighed no more than any lure of its size, it acted as if a heavy sinker was attached while in the air, allowing him to cast extraordinarily far.  He had always experienced extremely good luck with it, and he expected that this would continue as he hooked it to the leader of his line, checked his reel, and cast it far out into the lake.  He manipulated the line to enhance the action of the lure by pulling the pole up, then slowly reeling in some line as he lowered it, repeating this at irregular intervals.


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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 9 Dec - 9:22

After observing the boy for a moment he went for the fish, deciding the kid seemed to be careful and considerate enough on his squirrel hunt. Didn't even look like he'd be entertaining plans to climb too high.
”My name is Jacob, and thank you,” he satated as he was pulling the fish out. ”I prefer holding on and enjoying typical fishing, but can't do after the kid loses interest.”
He made sure his hands were wet before unhooking the struggling fish, landed it and immdeiately knocked it unconscious with a heavy stick he kept at hand. This one was noticably bigger and he reckoned all this might be enough to make a nice dinner for two, but then decided to wait for one more.
”Yes,” he replied as he turned his head to where the boy had last been. Still in the tree, but far less steadily, leaning way over into the woods and hanging on to a branch.
”Hey, Stephen, careful there!” he called out calmly and gently so not to startle him as the boy was deeply consentrating on something. ”What do your little eyes spy?” Jacob asked as he made his way closer. Stephen had changed into a safer position and turned his wide eyes towards his father. A brief moment later they desperately scanned the woods again.
”Nooo!” he cried out, deeply disappointed.
”What? What?” Jacob insisted, trying to follow the boy's gaze but saw nothing among the trees and bushes.
”It's gone! It was a bolg...pog-” Stephen tried to explain but the word was way too big for him to remember. Sighing in frustration he figured another way to describe it.
”Like Peeves at Hogwarts!” he claimed excitedly, still wide-eyed peering down and pointing to where he'd been staring at.
”Are you sure? I really hope you're mistaken, for the sake of our camp,” Jacob commented, sounding only half serious as he didn't quite believe. Though possible, he thought it was unlikely that a poltergeist would linger in woodlands when there were so many buildings around to take over. And terrorize.
”Well...It could be a ghost,” Stephen admited. ”Whatever, I want to follow it!” the boy exclaimed and started down the tree as fast as he possibly could.
”That's brilliant, but slow down - you won't be chasing anything if yo break your neck,” Jacob warned after the kid's foot slipped. Slowing down justa litle bit Stephen finally reached the lowest branch and sat on it, readying himself for dropping down. It felt much higher than it had from the ground, though it was barely at two meters. Jacob helped the rubber boots back on the inpatient boy and spared him a possibly awkward landing by picking him up.
”Wait, we still need some fish and to eat dinner,” Jacob said, holding on to the boy whose little feet were running the moment they touched the grass. ”We can go ghostbusting later.”
”No! I want to go now! I want to take a picture of it!” Stephen insisted, suddenly remembering the camera which he immediately snatched from the ground and hung around his neck.
”Later,” Jacob repeated calmly and guided the boy by the shoulders, away from the woods. ”It can be anywhere by now.”
”Hey, mister!” Stephen exclaimed, running towards Linder. ”Have you seen ghosts?” he pointed towards the woods, ”Maybe they have a secret meeting place somewhere here!” the boy theorized excitedly and right away fantasized about busting such a place. How brilliant would that be! To get see a whole bunch of ghosts and get photographic evidence to show off to his friends! Every now and then, especially on Halloween, he and a few of his muggle friends talked about wanting to see a real ghost.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 9 Dec - 18:55

Linder nodded once to acknowledge the short chat about fishing, then replied as he had learned was socially expected to the introduction, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jacob.

He turned his attention to fishing, slowly reeling in his enchanted lure in random short bursts of motion to enhance the magical movement underwater.  He listened closely to the exchange between Jacob and Stephen, glancing at Jacob with a slightly raised eyebrow when the youngster mentioned “Peeves at Hogwarts”.  Not many muggles would have even heard of Hogwarts.  Even fewer, if any, would know about Peeves the poltergeist.  The casual nature of the reference implied an intimate knowledge, meaning someone he knows and trusts told him stories of the school.  Judging the lad to be far too young to be a student there, his first conclusion was that Stephen had heard about this from his father, who must have attended Hogwarts.

Instead of engaging either in conversation about it, he simply turned his head slightly to observe the continuing exchange between father and son with a sly yet subtle smile.

When Stephen ran towards him and spoke directly to him, Linder took on a serious look and shrugged, speaking softly so that only Stephen and Jacob could easily hear, he stated, “Of course lad, I have seen plenty of ghosts, mostly during my years at Hogwarts.  I have also seen Peeves several times, who is not a ghost at all.  He is a rather troublesome poltergeist, actually.

He shrugged and glanced at Jacob, then looked back at Stephen and added in a whisper filled with potential mystery and conspiracy, “It would not surprise me to learn that local ghosts have some secret meeting place in this area.  But finding it may be well beyond our capability, let alone getting them captured in a picture.  Now, how do you know about Peeves and Hogwarts?

Just then he got a nibble on his line and returned his full attention to catching the fish.  After hooking the fish and while reeling it in slowly he asked casually, “It would seem that we have much more in common than just an interest in nature, eh Jacob?

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 9 Dec - 21:04

Stephen nodded enthusiasticly in agreement, knowing that Peeves waasn't aghost – the word just was always too hard to remember and pronounce while he also often at least partially forgot what was the difference between the two spirits. Jacob was busy setting his fishing line back to water but listened closely to the converstation, very much surprised that there would not be any need whatsoever to answer questions about Peeves and Hogwarts. He hadn't worried though, as such details of the wizarding society could be very easily explained away to most muggles, whenever brought up by a young child.
”My daddy and godfather were there when they were little and they've told us lots of great stories,” Stephen replied excitedly, ”Especially about Peeves!”
Now that both adults' attention was on fishing and the newfound common wizardry, a thought of sneak off crossed the boy's mind – as he totally believed in a secret ghostly meeting place but didn't want to believe it couldn't be found or photographed and wanted to prove this man wrong. The temptation was strong but he fought it still, holding on to his dad's promise that they'd go together later. As he remembered very well that today with the Kelpie around running off would be more difficult than under typical amount of supervision and that even if succeeded such disobedience would end in much unpleasentness when caught up with. So he just sat down and began to look through the pictures he'd already taken – maybe he had captured the spirit in one already without noticing – and waited hoping that dad would catch his dumb fish quickly. He actually liked fishing in itself but didn't have the patience for it yet.

”So it would,” Jacob commented on Linder's remark. ”What are the odds...” he stated while taking the spot under the tree again, near his son, this time facing Linder. Even if the area was known for magical history it was still likelier to run into a muggle attracted by it than a magical person, what with there being only a few hundred thousand witches and wizards in the entire United Kingdom.
”You live somewhere in England, right?” he asked, not recalling his accent from any part of London he'd been which were numerous as he'd lived in the city all his life and his career choice had taken him around the city and country. Nor could he connect it to any other area of England which he'd visited for long enough time to remember accents. But this was definitely one of England's wizards.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Thu 10 Dec - 16:17

Linder nodded with a wry smile on his face as he replied to Stephen, “Aye lad, Peeves is the source of many great stories, to be sure, and rightly so!  Maybe later I can tell you a few of my own.

As he reeled in what seemed like a fairly sizeable catch, Linder replied casually, “The odds, hmm,” he paused for a moment to perform a mental calculation, “would be millions to one, most likely.  I could do a more accurate calculation, if you really want to know.  But,” he grinned, “I suppose that was a rhetorical question.  As to your other question, I'm from Bristol originally.  I suppose I have lost most of that accent, with my years at Hogwarts and traveling as much as I have in the years since then. My family home in Bristol was destroyed while I was still in Hogwarts, and I have not bothered to find a permanent home, since I travel so much. You?"

Finally landing the large brown trout, Linder pulled out a long silvery dagger and neatly sliced the head off the fish.  After extracting the lure from the mouth and tossing the head back into the water, he gutted and cleaned the fish on the spot.  Reattaching the pole to his pack, which he replaced on his back, he picked up the fish and said, “More than enough for my dinner.  I presume your camp is not far?  Mind if I join you this evening?

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Sat 19 Dec - 18:14

”London, all my life, apart from occasional travelling,” Jacob replied and felt a tug at his sleeve. Sephen who couldn't care less for small talk wanted him to double check if there was a ghost in any of the photos he'd taken while Linder was gutting the fish. Concluding that only cute animals could be found the boy grew increasing inpatient, so Jacob agreed to give up on a third fish and start heading to the camp. It's not like fish was the only thing they'd be eating – two small-ish ones would be enough.
”Ghosts might be more active after dusk,” Jacob stated as he was packing up his fishing equipment.
”Then we'll go then!” the boy declaired, handing the camera back to his father.
”I'm afraid this time of the year that's after eleven, way past your bed time.”
”But-”
”It's already later than usual. And it can be changed back,” Jacob remarked, not in the mood to argue over something that had already been decided.

”What do you say, Stephen? Can Linder here join us for a while?” he addressed the boy. Having promised him father/son camping trip, he thought it should be up to the kid.
”Okay!”, the boy replied cheerfully, hoping that this might result in staying up late, maybe even all night!
”What happend to your house?” Jacob asked as he began to lead the way, keeping an eye on the boy who hurried ahead.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Mon 21 Dec - 17:11

A slight smile played across his lips as Linder listened to the exchange between Jacob and Stephen.  It was already clear that this young boy was a clever sort with not only a very active and vivid imagination but an intellect with the potential for genius.  While not one to judge people hastily, he liked these two a good bit in just the short time he'd known them.

His smile broadening when Stephen agreed to sharing their camping spot, at least for a while, Linder bowed his head slightly, "Thank you Stephen.  I'll repay your hospitality with some stories, perhaps some magic tricks, and maybe even a few songs if you like music.  I know some interesting campfire songs you might enjoy."

As they walked toward the camp, Linder shrugged at the question from Jacob.  He replied in a low voice, hoping the boy was to preoccupied to hear much, if any, of the story.  While his tone relayed a certain sadness, it was not overly depressed or somber, "There was a massive explosion and it burned down, along with a few houses to either side of it.  Unfortunately my parents and siblings perished within.  But that was many years ago, while I was still at Hogwarts and near the end of the wizarding wars, and I've learned to accept the loss.  The circumstances remain somewhat suspicious to me; it was blamed on a gas leak and an open flame, though I've always suspected it had to do with dark magic.  A friend of mine and I, along with a house elf loyal to my family, visited the site soon after the incident.  But we found no conclusive evidence of magic being involved.  The entire area has since been rebuilt and inhabited by muggles for years."

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Tue 29 Dec - 2:48

"That's terrible," Jacob stated after the story was finished, and one might hear that it wasn't just formal words but he could actually empathize. Though in a very different situation, he too had lost his entire family suddenly and at a very young age. He himself would not be quite as comfortable going into much detail about his own past with a completete stranger, and would not pry into others' unnecessarely but since Linder here had brought the highly unusual and interesting event up himself and seemed to not have any problems discussing it, Jacob followed up with another question, first making sure the little one was still minding his own business far enough ahead. This indeed was not a discussion he would have a 5-year old listening to much less participate in.
Magic always left some sort of a trace, no matter how faint, so the aurors should be able to decide on the cause of an accident or death to some degree but then again if the house had any magical people living in it at the time, people that might have used dark magic for defensive purposes, it might not be clear enough to warrant a full-blown crime investigation. Everyone old enough to remember was painfully aware that Mr. Crouch had permitted aurors to use dark maggic, even the Unforgivables, in the fight against Voldemort and his followers - even on suspects. That war had been insane.
"What makes you suspect that?" he asked, looking at his companion, partly keeping an eye on the trail they were on as for when to leave it, as their camp was pitched a few hundred meters off the marked hiking trails.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Tue 29 Dec - 19:41

Linder shrugged and remained silent for several long moments.  Though he never had much of  a problem talking about this subject, he rarely did so in much detail with anybody, and had never done so with someone he had just met.  While he never put much stock in divination, nor did he ever study it, he also knew from reading history that intuition and hunches were occasionally valid.  He had such a feeling about this man, and though they had just met he felt comfortable enough to say more, "While inconclusive, there were certainly traces of magic at the site; dark magic, if I'm not mistaken.  I was too young and inexperienced at the time to understand what that really meant, or what to do with such information.  But it left a lingering impression on me that there was more involved than what the muggle authorities concluded."

He paused and looked at Jacob a moment, lowering his voice further, "It was during the early years of the wizarding war, my sixth year at Hogwarts.  My Father had begun to teach me things that were not included in the curriculum at Hogwarts.  I suspect there was more dark wizardry going on than he wanted me to know about, or more likely that my mother didn't want me to know about.  But apparently he was more afraid of letting me continue on in ignorance than risk me getting involved or being victimized without any defense or knowledge.  So he began the process of preparing me for what he thought was to come.  It turned out that he was actually correct, and I've been very glad on more than one occasion that he did what could to prepare me."

Linder smiled and shrugged again, returning his voice to a normal volume with a jaunty tone,"Besides Jacob, that was quite a few years ago.  There is little, or perhaps nothing, I could do about it then, and certainly nothing I can do about it now.  Over the years I learned to accept it and move on in life, looking for and accepting what joy I can find," he looked around and inhaled deeply, "such as places like this."

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 30 Dec - 0:03

"Yes, those of us who've been through dark times surely remember to enjoy the finer things in life," Jacob commented, having no desire to dig any further at this point especially as Linder seemed to be done with the story anyway. He'd nwo asked all questions that one could expect from a stranger after revealing asuch events from one's past.
"Stephen!" he called out to the boy who had wandered too far ahead, lost in his make-belief adventure that no doubt involved hunting some ghosts and ghouls, "This way," he gestured towards an unmarked trail on the left which they were approaching, leading into a thicker wooded area away from the public hiking trail.
"So you spend your years travelling around, been around the world even?" he addressed Linder again, changing the subject back to a more mundane as he turned to the smaller trail and Stephen caught up with them.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 30 Dec - 14:59

"Indeed, though there are many countries I have yet to visit, I have been to more places than most people ever see in their life.  I suppose it has something to do with all the traveling I did as a youngster with my family, particularly with my father."

Linder smiled at the enthusiastic and energetic young lad, then continued, "In fact, you could say I follow closely in my father's footsteps, as I have taken up his work.  My employment all but demands such travel."

As they walked along his eyes constantly scanned the area.  His head often jerked slightly, yet very precisely and swiftly, to view anything that moved or drew his attention.  Somehow this motion seemed abnormal for a human, and some found it quite unsettling.  If he knew much about them, or had ever observed birds of prey for any length of time, it would reminded Jacob of avian raptor behavior.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 13 Jan - 11:00

”So what do you do?” Jacob asked, genuinely interested. He did note Linder's odd bird-like behaviour, but chose not to address it unless it came up in discussion. After all, it was in no way alarming.
”And what's the spookiest place you've been?” Stephen added immediately, looking back at Linder as he walked a few steps ahead of the men.
Jacob rolled his eyes, wondering to himself if the boy would have room for any other things in his mind tonight apart from ghosts and started to believe the child might have actually seen something instead of it being a trick of light or his active and wild imaginatin.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 13 Jan - 18:56

Linder thought it would be best to answer the youngster first, presuming his attention span was much shorter and an immediate answer would quell further questions if sufficiently phrased.  He pondered for a moment, recalling some of the places he’d been that would qualify as ‘spooky’ to a young boy but would also be easily recognizable.  It took only a few seconds to respond, which he did with a confident smile, “The spookiest place, hmm, that is a very tough question to answer.  I’ve been to many places that most people would call spooky, though few have ever spooked me much.  Transylvania, Boleskine House - which is not far from here actually, an old abandoned mining town in the western United States, and a deep forest in Africa where even the locals refused to go would probably top that list. One of the spookiest I recall is the dungeons in Hogwarts, or deep in the forbidden forest there.

Pulling up his left sleeve just enough to expose the tip of his wand that was stored there he grinned at Jacob and said softly, "I collect wood for Mr. Ollivander to make these, and he is very demanding of high quality.  While much of it could be found in Great Britain, you probably know how restrictive access to such trees can be here.  So I choose to travel to less restrictive countries to collect what he needs."

Letting the sleeve drop back in place he shrugged slightly, his eyes darting around to view the area through which they traveled, "But since I enjoy the journeys themselves so much, meeting foreign people, seeing foreign places, and experiencing foreign societies, it rarely seems like work at all.  While I personally enjoy such travel and spend a good amount of time touring cities and other tourist sites, I do a lot of camping and tend to spend much of my time abroad in the wilderness or rural areas."

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Mon 18 Jan - 13:55

The answer indeed pulled the boy into deep thoughts, imagening all the cool and scary monsters that might dwell there and what those places might look like. Here in the comfort of daylight and having his daddy near, he loved monsters more than anything. There were so many mentioned places to keep track of that one or two of them constantly slipped his mind, but he was thoroughly entertained for a while all by himself.

”Sounds wonderful. You're one of the lucky ones, then,” Jacob commented. As most people dreamt of being paid for doing something they love or for a job that didn't feel like work, but for some reason many lives didn't turn out that way. He might have had a few questions, too, for a man of the world such as Linder appeared to be. But he thought they'd bombarded him with enough of them for now, while the man himself knew next to nothing about them yet which could cause some discomfort to a new acquaintance.

”I can't really complain myself, either, though I am in a very different line of work. All my adult years...well, after the University years, I've been an officer in the Metropolitan Police Service,” he told on his behalf, then deciding to go into more detail as for what he meant, as for why he considered himself too as one of the lucky ones. Whether Linder was aware of the true nature of police work or not, these matters were never self-explanatory. As he spoke he was looking at Linder enough for proper addressing, while occasionally observing their surroundings when taking a moment to think and every now and then making sure the boy hadn't wandered out of sight.

”As nearly non-existent as our pay was during the seventies and as thankless as the job is, not to mention emotionally and physically taxing, it's okay for those of us to whom it's a calling. That makes it rewarding enough, most of the time.”
After all, policing was one of the jobs in the world that most people did not fully realize; many took these service industry workers for granted, never giving thought to what an utter hell the world would be to live in if no one did those lines of work. While – in the case of police work – some chose the career thinking it'd be cool and brilliant, what with all the authority, power and action. Sure that was the case to some degree, Jacob would admit, but also remark that it should never be the appeal of the work. As it included also countless hours behind a desk with paper work – though mainly for those in the rank of sergeant or higher, and whenever on the field it came with a lot of crap to deal with, in any weather or time of day - and more often than not you'd see things you wish you could unsee, but never would.
Of course, most who applied with the glorified vision or with otherwise weak motives were weeded out in the utterly intense six months of police training. But then that also meant that they either might never know why the training had to be so, which most certainly wasn't just the short duration. Simply put, with power came responsibility. While the work didn't necessarely have to be a calling in order to be rewarding, if your main motive wasn't a will to serve and protect you wouldn't last long even if you somehow graduated. Sometimes even thoise who did have that motive, had to eventually ask to be transferred to the archives or lisence services unit, away from the field work. And most officers chose to retire after twenty years, which was also his plan.
”But I might not have crossed the blue line in the seventies if I wasn't from a wealthy family, because a calling or not, surviving from day to day only on that pay would've been an immense struggle. I honestly don't know how some of my colleagues were able to arrange additional sources of income, what with the insane hours we had to work back then.”

As if that wasn't enough, the police wasn't even allowed to go on a strike!
For a brief moment he thought of those years, recalling how he hadn't minded those hours much as he liked working hard and it was an effective way to shut out the loneliness that followed the loss of his last close family member at age eighteen. All alone in that big old house with more rooms than you'd know what to do with, and while friends were important and many they could never fill the place in a human heart that's meant for a family. Left without a parental figure at such a young age could've been his downfall, he thought, especially after the way he'd lost his actual parents as a little boy - but he was fortunate enough to still have a best friend from very early childhood years whose parents were more than willing to be there for him as if he was their own. Not that he'd ever truly accepted them as substitute parents, but he was immensely greatful for everything they'd done for him.
”I was perfectly able to draw everything out of the work as I didn't need to struggle like that. Though unfortunately my family was gone by that time, they left me with a substantial inheritance. Especially my grandfather who was an auror for many, many decades but not a big spender. His influence as I was groing up was actually one of the many contributors to my eventual career choice. I did attend Hogwarts but only for one year, that being the one when I figured out for sure what I wanted to be when I'd grow up. My ultimate goal was to become a cold case detective and while I did manage to make my way into the CID and serve there for many years, I gave up that dream when I became a father. There's much less hours and less dangers when no longer with detective duties in addition to everything else. See, I was part of a team investigating abductions.”
He watched his boy running ahead on the narrow path, appearing to be as full of bubbles as a shaken can of Coke. Jacob prayed that caprtivating enough stories would have the little one stay put for the evening. Afer all, soon there would be food, which meant his energy level would only be added to.
”Since I left CID I've been able to travel only for holiday purposes, but for me that makes it even more enjoyable. Even when needing to look after a spirited child.”

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Fri 5 Feb - 18:39

While had never necessarily avoided it, being in close contact with law enforcement personnel was not something Linder had ever imagined.  He thought about it a moment, not seeing any reason to think otherwise, but not finding it disturbing in the least.  He smiled and nodded at the appropriate moments to demonstrate that he was listening, but never once interrupted Jacob.  His eyes darted about, often falling on Stephen for several seconds at a time, invigorated by the energy and exuberance of the young boy.

When Jacob seemed finished, Linder said, “The only law enforcement I have ever had personal contact with was associated with a very bad memory for me, which I told you about before.  I never imagined many wizards would be in such a vocation, except at the Ministry of Magic.  But I can tell from the way you talk of it that it seems to be your calling in life, and that you are happy for that.

Pausing a moment in thought, he added, “It always fascinates me how so many people grow into their profession based on ideas or incidents from a young age.  I suppose I am no different there.

A sly grin crossed his lips as he said, “I suppose this means I should probably concentrate on not breaking any laws while I’m around you.  Not that I’m in the habit of committing crimes, mind you, rather that I rarely even think about whether my actions are legal or not in muggle terms.  But I’d hate to jeopardize our budding friendship by putting you into a position where you are forced to choose between upholding the law and maintaining our association on friendly terms.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Sun 7 Feb - 2:00

”Thank you for that,” Jacob responded appreciatively, slightly amused smile on his face. Although on a career break at the time, on his part it really only meant that he didn't have his warrant card and couldn't seek another police job in any country. Which was all fine by him as the whole point of the break was to stay away from those type of duties and focus on family commitments, but legally and morally he was still required to report a crime if he wittnessed one. He was no less an officer of the law in the Metropolitan Police Service than he was the day he joined them, was still subject to their regulations and Code of Conduct, just currently not required to work.

”Daddy, daddy, we got to go see that house!” Stephenn called out breathlessly as he bounced back towards the adults and finally hung on to and puuled on his father's free arm like a little monkey, as they walked on. ”Please, can we go right now, please?!”
”Hold your horses, mate. What house?” the man replied, taking a quick glance around though he was sure there shouldn't be a house anywhere withing at least a couple of kilometer's range and certainly not visible through the trees. Especially to a small child.
”That spooky one he said he'd been to!” the boy barely elaborated, not remembering their companion's name or the house's name as both had been mentioned to him only in passing.
”Linder?” Jacob thought out loud, but Stephen carried on before he could.
”Yeah, he said it's somewhere near, daddy, we must go! The ghost could be there right now!”
”Ah, that house. I know that house,” Jacob remembered, as he had listened to Linder's answer but unlike certain someone he hadn't given it thoughts beyond that. But he had noted during the vacation planning that the house in question was near the village they'd be saying in.

”Please let go now,” he told the enthusiastic boy who immediately obeyed, but kept intensely staring at him with hopeful eyes.
”I'm sorry but that house is someone's home. It's not open for thrill-seeking visitors,” he added, gently ruffling the boy's hair.
”But we can save them from the ghost's haunting!” Stephen suggested eagerly.
”I don't think so,” Jacob responded more firmly now, looking down at the child, ”I promise I'll find you another spooky place to visit before we go home.”
”But I want that one!!” the boy demanded, his tone a touch whining now and brightness fading from his face.
”I know,” Jacob sighed, turning his eyes forward again.
And are getting hungry and even more impatient, too, he thought. There was no way he would skip feeding the boy for anything tonight. But his main reason for opposing to the idea was the Boleskine House's history. Or rather its former resident's reputation which would unavoidably come up more or less if sight-seeing the house for spooks, be it a private or public event and even if asked to keep it child friendly. He suspected it might be impossible in the end.
Aleister Crowley wasn't a person whose kind he'd like his young children to get familiar with – already for what was known about the man's life – but there were also countless and wide variety of deeply disturbing rumours that had surrounded the occultist; at some point every evil deed was linked to him, and eventually no one was able to tell what the man actually had and hadn't done.
That house would be way too dark attraction for a 5-year old. In fact, in his view, for any child who hadn't reached at least teenage years.
He'd hoped the home status of the house would've ended the demands, but of course it didn't.
”It just might get too spooky for you, and I don't want to bother people like that just because they live in an interesting house,” he added.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Tue 9 Feb - 19:02

Linder sighed softly when he saw and heard the interest he had instilled in Stephen about the Boleskine house.  He really hadn’t intended to cause any trouble, but he was starting to see how the lad construed anything spooky into a personal interest and clung to the ideas that he formed about spooky things to which he was exposed in any way.  This could indeed be troublesome, but Linder assumed that quite naturally Jacob knew how best to handle his son.  He said nothing, but nodded when Jacob mentioned it being a private home.  While he personally had been invited to it anytime, and he occasionally took full advantage of that, even now after his friend Jimmy Page had sold it, he felt it inappropriate to include anyone else in his assumed right, particularly a small child.

Since he felt slightly responsible for initiating this, Linder decided to assist in deflecting Stephen’s attention in another direction.  Knowing that most children enjoyed eating, and given their growing bodies and typical metabolism, this meant ingesting something every few hours, he said with exaggerated enthusiasm, “I am so hungry, I certainly hope we get to your camp soon!  We have fish to cook and stories to tell, and who knows what else the night might bring.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 10 Feb - 1:33

The boy sulked for a moment, wandering ahead again with his hands in the raincoat's pockets while kicking off sticks and tiny stones, barely registering Linder's words. This was a fantastic chance to see and talk to a real ghost that he was being denied! And surely he was brave enough to explore a silly old haunted house! However, his plans to bug his father all night about it were pushed aside by Linder's change of subject having him pay attention to the hunger that had stopped bothering him after spotting the ghost.
”Daddy, did you bring crisps?”
”Yes, but you'll find actual potatos on your plate, first,”, Jacob replied.
”But I want crisps. Nothing else will help!” the boy insisted.
”We'll see about that,” Jacob smiled to himself. The aroma of cooking fish was hard to resist even if one wasn't hungry. Especially after spending a day outdoors mostly in the nature.
”Do you think we'll see the kelpie?” Stephen asked his father, staring at him while slowing down his pace to walk beside him again, still having monsters and creatures on the top of his mind while not wishing to argue about proper dinner as he remembered he almost never won. ”Have you ever seen the kelpie, Linder? Or any of them?” the boy shot more questions and turned his attention to the man before Jacob could state his opinion. Leaving it to Linder to carry on the subject that fortunately had nothing to do with ghosts, he glanced around to make sure they were still heading towards their camp as it was at a somewhat secluded spot nearby and he'd been more engaged in chatting and keeping an eye on the boy for the last few minutes. But they were approaching the familiar crossroad on the winding path, and he took the one leading to the right.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Thu 11 Feb - 19:28

With a shrug Linder replied in a serious tone, “I saw a kelpie in the lake at Hogwarts once. I believe I saw one in a lake in Africa once too, but I am uncertain of that. It could have been something entirely different.

He glanced back toward the loch and imitated a Scottish accent with fair accuracy, “Aye lad, I’ve seen Nessie. Not up close, mind ye, why dat’d be daft! Quite a sight she is, an’ worth lookin’ fer indeed. Many local folk tell tales aboot seein’ her, an’ travelers come here just fer da chance ta spot ol’ Nessie. Not sure ‘ow many be more’n stretchin’ da truth a bit, but doubtless some ‘ave seen ‘er.

He chuckled and returned to his normal speaking voice, “So tell me Stephen, what is the scariest thing you have ever seen?

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 17 Feb - 18:26

First things that popped into his mind were all the monsters under his bed, but mum and dad always convinced him that they're not real. Even if only for a few nights at most. He pushed them aside for he wanted to tell about something that was surely real, like kelpies. But having been around for only five years so far and most of it living in the city he hadn't yet faced many creatures. There were other type of frights he'd experienced but he really only cared about the creature type now. He'd mainly seen them in the pet store on Diagon Alley, but most of them were not very scary.

The boy thought hard for a few moments, until recalling a memory from earlier that summr – or maybe it had been the previous summer – the concept of time was vague and uncertain for someone so young and especially with long-term memory.
”Hags,” Stephen replied darkly, ”There was two of them on Diagon Alley and they were following me!” he told looking up at Linder, wide-eyed.
He'd experienced serious chills when he'd noticed the two old women looking at him too long for comfort, at least twice.
”They were really ugly and scary, and they left when I went back to my mum,” he added a happy ending to this very short story.

Jacob didn't comment on any of this, having done so already back when it all took place, but still felt genuine terror from just thinking about the other option. There was a fifty-fifty chance between hags and old witches on Diagon Alley. What with the reformed hags' support group located just about in the middle of the area. In the end it was only the name for the group. They could fail, and surely there could be some individuals who didn't really even want to reform. After all, they were not human and had never been – it was in their nature to eat little children. While general safety, and being linked to the Knockturn Alley, were other essential reasons why they kept their children close while shopping on Diagon Alley or anywhere with them, the ever-present hags were an extra reason to keep a close eye on the little ones. At least until they were teenagers.

That one day was encouraging, though. As much of a horror fan as they boy was and seemed to be more and more each year, at least he appeared to be frightened enough by the thought of hags. Enough to stay away from even potential ones. And, that he remembered and respected the rules related to stranger danger.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Wed 17 Feb - 19:25

Looking duly impressed, Linder replied, "Hags?  They are very scary indeed!"

He paused a moment for dramatic effect, then added ominously, "We learned in school that their favorite food is children, especially young ones.  You seem like a very brave little lad, but it was probably a good thing you went back to your Mum just then!"

With a slight smile he added, "When I was a child my old Auntie, who some might mistake for a Hag, but she is really just a sweet old witch, once told me that as people get older they get too tough for Hags to eat.  But I always thought maybe it was just that we were too big to fit in their cooking pot, or just too sour to taste good anymore.  Maybe I should just ask one someday."

He chuckled at that memory, which always seemed funny to him.  His own Mum never thought it was very humorous, but she was quite a serious person most of the time.

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PostSubject: Re: Creatures and campfire stories   Thu 18 Feb - 16:12

”I'm just happy that unlike kelpies, they can take only one form. A form that isn't appealing to young children,” Jacob stated.
”Stephen, why don't you go fetch us dry wood from the tent so we can cook the fish and get to telling some nicer stories,” he suggested, noticing his son's increasing distress from the subject matter. The bot looked at him and then hesitantly towards the tree line, his imagination running especially wild right now.
”Go on, I'll be right behind you,” Jacob encouraged gently. ”And I'm sure my protection spells have kept all nasty things out,” he reminded, and Stephen found some of the previously mentioned bravery back. Soon the lad disappeared through the trees and ran across the open space, approximately ten metres wide. Jacob caught a glimpse of the child who disappeared into the tent as he himself emerged from the wooded area and calmly approached the very much peaceful feeling camp. The light brown tent and the sleepingbags and flashlights inside it had been updated, bought a few years back, but everything else from the cooking equipment and lanterns to the stools around the campfire spot and the small table a little bit to the side were vintage, well cared for since around mid-fifties. Jacob, feeling nostalgic and never camping that often had felt no need to update the whole set. The new tent slept three adults or two adults and two kids easily, without magic's aid.

”We only have two stools. You may want to copy one or conjure up another one,” Jacob informed as he dropped the fish on the table. All in all he hoped Linder would enjoy his stay for the whole evening, as they could talk more freely after the little one would be asleep. He treasured every moment he spent with his children, but they would have all day tomorrow and another night by themselves while it indeed was rare to meet another wizard or a witch outside purely magical places like Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. Places where the initial discussions more often than not revolved around magic or the wizarding society's events instead of life in general. Though he cared about all of that and was in no way against chatting about them, his personal life rather focused on the muggle society and muggle life style.

He proceeded to gutting the first fish with a knife. The bones he opted to remove non-verbally with a spell, not wishing to waste time doing it manually and likely not even getting all of them out like that. There were no bears or racoons around here but he didn't want to risk anything else roaming around their campsite either so he immediately disposed of the guts, bones, heads and tails with a spell, sending them far away into the depths of an enclosed compost bin with enough browns and greens in it – wherever the nearest one might be, where he felt they'd be least harmful to anyone or anything.

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