#potternoir

The average wizard in america just goes to a regular local school, none of them have houses. Maybe Ilvermorny does?

But so you have british emigres finding out about american wizarding schools and they ask, “Oh, so what houses did you have at your school?” And the americans are just universally stumped like “??? the fuck is a HOUSE, do you mean like my home classroom??” 

Basically a highly combustible potion that’s extremely simple to make in large volumes, but difficult to balance correctly to get the desired results.  You light the wick and throw the bottle at your own feet, resulting in a blast of green flame that forcibly hijacks you into the nearest Floo Network route without having to enter it from a designated hearth.  This makes tracking movement through the network virtually impossible since there is no discernible end-to-end contact.

SOLO ACT AND EMBER

As is so common with Solo, they were a circus acrobat- performing from the ages of 4-15. However, the war effort was in full swing, and resources had to go to the troupes. The circus top was claimed for its fabric, and all the performers were out of the job. Nobody could afford a frivelous show in these trying times.

15 years old with a 2 year old son and no work skills aside their acrobatics, they were in one hell of a tough spot. ‘fortunately’, London was where their final show was, and London is where they found themselves. They turned to petty theivery, their physical capabilities proving a handy tool for avoiding the coppers, and catching the eye of one of 1920s Londons prevellent gangs.

They needed a decent thief, and Solo was up to the job. They offered housing and protection in exchange for them joining up, so with no other options, they agreed.

The upside of a definately illegal magic circus is you can perform for muggles and they just think it’s special effects. The other benefit of magical performers, is when they’re a 17 year old gang thief, they’re good at detecting charms, warding spells and unlocking things without ever touching them. Solo may not be magically educated but they’ve been taught enough by their gang to be a good little thief.

Their gang’s one for hire. They’ve got muscle, protection and thievery to offer. Need something nabbed? Their ‘stringbean’s got you covered. Heirlooms? Money? Something locked in a vault and highly dangerous? No worries, just walk behind the third alley in Fleet Street and lean against the wall. Someone’ll take your order

PISCA

Pisca’s a squib, not an ounce of magic in her. Her parents, however, fought tooth and nail to immigrate her over to England, managing to get her packed into a shipping vessel before they were caught by the angry mob. Pisca never saw the witch burning they suffered as the boat chugged away, but she definately heard it.

Despite her lack of magic, she’s made her place in society as well as a scarred scary woman can. She runs a fish stand- all caught by her in her little boat. Prawns, muscles, trout, if it’s in the water she’s got it. She also sells dried herbs, pre-mixed brines and pickled vegetables.

Now you can go to her stand and just picked up a tuna steak no problem. But if you ask her “is the tuna bluefin?”, then she’ll tell you who’s following you, and what road to take to shake them off.

“Is it extra briney?” will get you information on what day of the week that informant walks through here. “How fresh is fresh to you?” gets a number of money you’ll need to pay off that one group

Critter: The Louisiana Swamp Dragon