I’ve previously looked at what it would be like to be a Curse Breaker in the world of Harry Potter. I really enjoyed writing a sort of ‘day in the life’ type thing and have decided to continue it as a mini-series looking at different fictional jobs within the realms of Harry Potter. This next one will be a day in the life of an Auror working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic. So, without further ado ….
So today we ran out of electricity. Okay, so our meter ran out of money and we consequently woke up with no power. This is a confusing way start the morning … Click. Why didn’t the light turn on? Do we need a new bulb already? Crap … I think my charger’s broken again. My laptop won’t charge. You could try mine? … Hang on. This light’s not working either. We just ran out of electric. Already? …
I recently moved into a brand new flat, it’s really quite pleasant and I was really enjoying my new habitat. That was, until I saw it. The creepiest of all the crawlies, the prince of the web and the king of the bath tub. In the crack between the kitchen cabinet and the wall appeared eight long, hairy legs, a round fuzz covered body and an aura of suspicion and malevolence. I’m only slightly exaggerating when I say this spider could have easily taken on a mouse in the boxing ring. Just as my brave and valiant sister tried to scoop it up, the nasty thing darted back into its lair.
I am reading the most splendiferous book ever to come out of a German imagination: The 13 and a Half lives of Captain Bluebear (Roger Moers).
Ten lives in and this work of creative splurgery has blown my mind, put it back together again and stuck the stick of dynamite back inside. It is completely wonderful in its craziness. The story is told as the memoirs of Captain Bluebear – a seabear who has seen not only this world but also the 2364th Dimension. During the Novel, Bluebear recounts the first half of his life (for a bluebear has 27 lives) in its entirety. From the very moment of his coming into being Bluebear encounters the strange, unusual and downright weird.
From his travels with minipirates to being almost eaten by a gourmet island, Bluebear is always doing something different and interesting. I want to live my life like that, with the next helping of crazy just around the corner.
Till next time …
Today I find myself on a train … several trains in fact. And so, despite the lack of a laptop I have decided to regail you with my thoughts and feelings about journeys.
In theory I love them. My favourite stories have always been about the journey and not the final destination. I first realised this when reading the Chronicles of Narnia; despite all the action, adventure and admirable heroics resplendent throughout the books, my favourite was The Horse and his Boy.
You always learn the most about a person when they’re battling through the forest undergrowth, staggering through deserts and pulling themselves up mountains. It’s hard to get where you need to be, you need to be vigilant and patient when all you want to do is collapse into sleep and strangle your companion(s). Reading of these journeys means I’ve travelled thousands of leagues, seen countless new lands and have earned all my blisters even though, in reality, the closest I’ve come to any of this is a Gold Duke of Edinburgh expedition.
I do love to travel though. Boat, train and foot are my current favourites (I get travel sick on anything else), you get to see so many things you may have otherwise missed. And sometimes I can pretend I’m leaving my hobbit hole in the sleepy Shire to go on an adventure.
I love Harry Potter, but more than that, I love the magical world in which Harry Potter is set. A small portion of the British population is magical and they live in an entirely different world to the rest of us muggles. They go to school in a castle, they can talk to paintings, they have pets that may or may not blow themselves up. I wish I could be a part of this world. I want to study Transfiguration and Ancient Runes, know what the weather’s like before going outside and narrowly avoid being engulfed by a Snargaluff Stump. All in a day of learning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
So I recently started playing Dungeons and Dragons with a group of friends. Whilst fun and engaging, it made me realise how much I like spending time inside my own head. You have to create characters with depth and background, skills and traits, alignments and motives. It was the most fun I’ve had in ages. This is something I do all the time in my head – I have scores of characters stored in the old mind archives – I used to do it to fall asleep. There were often adventures to go along with each character, each version of me. I decided to create a half-elf rogue, ‘Evannah Lightfinger’.
Evannah is an orphan fresh form the city of Stormreach; stealthy and charismatic, she stole from the rich and gave to … well … herself. She can steal the cloak from your back and then make you swear blind you made her a present of it. Don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t steal for the sake of it: take what you need, not what you want. No matter how stealthy you are, it’s going to catch up to you, get you kicked out of an orphanage, and then an entire city leaving you by yourself and on the run.
As I was creating her, I could imagine the whole of Evannah’s life. I know what happened to her parents (even if she doesn’t). I know who she bullied and who she was bullied by. I know that she was five when she stole her first loaf of bread and seven when she first lifted a purse heavy with coppers. In the time it’s taken to create her, I’ve lived her whole life. Just as I’ve lived the lifetimes of all the characters I’ve dreamed up. Cats have nine lives but people can have thousands.
I decided to write this blog to share with you a little of the fantasy, adventure and crazy I keep locked in my mind and not just because all my friends were doing it … honest word. I hope that someone, somewhere actually reads this and feel like they’re not alone in this fantasy land.