Recent content by Bertie Brigham

Bertie shrugged to himself. Whatever they had been doing, they weren't doing it any more. He carried on toward to the castle, rather enjoying the feel of his new power.

Bertie had just been for a stroll around the grounds and was heading back to the castle when he noticed some rather suspicious activity by the greenhouses. It looked like a whole lot of not his problem, but as a professor he supposed he had a responsibility to at least investigate. "Excuse me,"...

The first person to actually welcome Bertie to Hogwarts was going to wonder why he didn't trust them. "I see," he said, slotting a book into its rightful place. Then he frowned; removed the book; opened it; read the entire first paragraph; remembered he was talking to the girl; snapped it shut...

Bertie didn't recall inviting the girl in, but he supposed he couldn't turn her away without good reason. "There's a surprise," he said, returning to the bookshelf he'd been organising before he got distracted with the cushions. "Go on then, out with it. Quickly. As you can see, I am in the...

"Really?" said Bertie. Was this customary? "Is it just you? Where's the rest of the welcome committee?"

Bertie was rather enjoying having his own office space. Of course, he had his own office at the back of the shop, but over the years it had become more of a storage room for all the trinkets he couldn't fit out front, and these days it was difficult to reach the writing desk without breaking...

Thanks for the update Cyndi!!! So very excited for the new semester :party: Congratulations to all the prefects/head students/the other professors!!

"Fascinating," said Bertie, wondering if he might be able to foist a few magizoology books on the man while he was at it. "She's not mine. I'm bird-sitting for friend in England. Well, I say 'friend'. I'm beginning to think I might have accidentally offended him." Friends didn't usually saddle...

Bertie looked up at the raven, considering its size. "An animagus? Could be," he said. "Although I confess I don't know many women who enjoy stealing my underpants. Raven expert, are you?" He could have used one of those about six days ago. James had kindly left him a list of care tips, but...

"Now say, 'hello and welcome!'" Bertie leaned backwards, narrowly avoiding a face full of raven feathers. He sighed. The trouble with Lucille was that she was the avian equivalent of a toddler with a kitchen knife; she only listened when it suited her, and she had no scruples about stabbing him...

Bertie wasn't sure how he felt about the nickname 'monster lover,' but he decided to let the comment slip. He was running a business here, after all. The price of the radio was forty-five galleons, but it had been sitting there for close to six months without so much as a glance of interest, and...

Bertie had only been kidding about Bella. She was a harmless little snake, no bigger than an overgrown worm. "Yes, yes - as if I'd let her let her near you again. She's done nothing to deserve it." Clearly this boy was determined to be difficult to shop for. Bertie sighed again, looking around...

"Pity," Bertie said, once more distracted by his moke. This time, he was affectionately making kissy faces at her. "Eat you?" he cried suddenly, looking up. "Merlin's beard, she's not going to eat you. She's terrified of you! You're twenty times her size! You just smashed her bedroom to bits...

"What?" Bertie asked, unaware he'd just asked eight questions without pausing to give the girl a chance to respond. He lifted the lid of an old teapot and glanced inside, replacing it a moment later with a sigh. One day, he'd learn to better secure his moke before he took her out of the...

The customer who had come through the door certainly wasn't a regular, so Bertie was surprised when the young girl addressed him. He was even more surprised that he expected her to know what on earth a fifteen year old boy would want. Of course, his son Oswald was only two years away from this...