User:Seth Cooper/sandbox

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"Ah, that looks like a Muggle 'fire distinguisher'!… But there wouldn't be many fires on a lake, surely? What? Oh, right. It's an oxygen tank. Of course. So Laura was diving in the lake! If only we could've stopped her… But look at these dents in the metal! Myra has to see this; it might tell us how our intrepid monster hunter came to be injured!"

- Mathilda Grimblehawk and her partner collect Laura Thorn's oxygen tank

Omar! How's Laura doing? Last we saw, she was barely conscious. She's doing well, considering she almost drowned. You do know that your job is to try and prevent these sort of attacks, yes? Interestingly, there are curious marks on her neck. It's as if something tried to throttle her with long thin fingers. Thanks for taking care of Laura, Omar. We'll find this beast before it does any more damage.

Well, Edgar, I think we've got enough to identify this creature, thanks to poor Laura. Long fingers, tentacles, a big mouth full of sharp teeth, it's pale green and of course it lives in the water. Sounds a little bit like my old Potions master...

So we've identified the creature at last. A Grindylow! But we still ned to find it -- and deal with a mob of angry Muggles. Sage: Mathilda, this isn't any old Grindylow. It's unusually aggressive! Someone's going to get hurt again if we don't catch it soon! I agree. We've got our work cut out for us, Edgar. Lead the way!

So... where are we? The Grindylow attacked the landlord, as well as Laura Thorn. Laura's feeling better now, but she knows too much -- we'll have to 'manage' her memory again. Meanwhile, the landlord, is still encouraging a mob to hunt down the beast! Those Muggles don't know what they're hunting -- or that there's a colony of merpeople in that lake. This is a recipe for disaster! Yes, you're right -- we need the merpeople on our side. They know how to handle Grindylows better than anyone. Let's go!

Laura Thorn: Hey, you're the pair from the lake safety commission! I heard you found me after I was attacked. Thank you. Glad to see you're all better! Yes, we're aware of the... aggressive trout breed which has been causing problems here. Trout?! There are bigger fish to fry! I've seen monsters in that lake, near a strange artefact! The people must know the truth! A strange artefact in the lake? Interesting... But I think it's time you had a nice relaxing sit down. Edgar, help me out?

Laura Thorn: Where am I?... Oh, my head feels funny. Did I find the monster? Mathilda: You searched the lake end to end, but all you got was a run-in with a rowboat and a nasty knock on the noggin. Still, you look better! Laura Thorn: That's right... I just came from the hospital, didn't I? Well, it seems there aren't any monsters in this lake. Mathilda: Why do I have a sinking feeling we'll see her again? Let's look for that strange artefact she mentioned earler, it could be important.

This is the place where Laura Thorn mentioned seeing some strange artefact. I have a hunch that it's something important! If it's what I think it is, this case will be a lot easier to wrap up. Let's take a look around.

What's this you've found, a tangled fishing net? There's definitely something wrapped up in it! Let's see what secrets we can reveal...

Nicely done, I think this is the merpeople's missing trident! But we can't take it back to them damaged like this; they might take offence!

Yes, look at that! One Mermish artefact, dutifully restored. Excellent work, Edgar! We should present this to the merpeople. It's notoriously hard to get them to co-operate with us land dwellers.

Mermaid: You two, again? I told you, your lost Muggle was delivered to the grotto! Mathilda: Yes, and we're very grateful. But maybe we can prevent more attacks if we work together? There's an aggressive Grindylow loose. If we don't find it, the Muggles will keep trying to search the lake! As a sign of good faith, we're returning this trident to you. Mermaid: Our trident... Mermaid: My partner, Croptwig, found and restored it personally. Mermaid: Very well. We will help you find the Grindylow, if you say it will end these intrusions to our home.

Mathilda: The merpeople are searching for the Grindylow as we speak. Did you know they domesticate them sometimes? Hard to imagine... Merpeople rarely tolerate humans, so returning their lost trident really helped. I wonder how long it will take to find the Grindylow? Mermaid: It is done. We have moved the Grindylow to the old grotto. I trust you will keep your end of the bargain? Mathilda: Thank you, we appreciate your help. As promised, we'll ensure that your home is no longer disturbed. Come on Edgar, let's go!

Now that's one angry Grindylow! No wonder it's been causing so much trouble. Well, it won't hurt anyone else now. Well done, Edgar! Let's get it back to Sage. Maybe he can help us find what's making it so angry.

Mathilda: What do you think of our slippery new guest, Sage? Sage: A fine specimen! I've examined the wee Grindylow and confirmed our suspicions. Poor mite had a fishing hook stuck in it! Mathilda: Ouch! I can't blame it for being angry! The landlord caught more than he bargained for, it seems. Sage: Aye, it was rather painful for the creature. Omar removed the hook, but I could use a hand applying Murtlap essence to the wound.

Mathilda: Is that all of it? Well done, Edgar! And without losing any fingers, too! Sage: Aye, good work, Edgar! The Grindylow will heal up nicely and soon be back to its normal behaviour. I -- Hmm, what's that smell? Mathilda: Oh, I brought you a souvenir from the Siren's Rest, Sage. I know you find these Muggle snacks fascinating!... Academically, of course. Sage: Pork scratchings? Ha, Muggles! What will they think of next? Now, I must 'examine' them at once... in my office...

Mathilda: It's time to return the Grindylow to tis natural habitat. You don't think it will attack anyone else, do you? Mermaid: Ah, I see the Grindylow is healed up and ready to return to our lake. Mathilda: Yes... I hope it'll be okay out there. Mermaid: It pleases us that you tended to the beast, where some would have destroyed it. We will tend to it now. You have done well, human. Mathilda: Edgar, you did splendidly on this case. Even this mermaid took a liking to you! Pretty impressive -- you've only been with us for a short time, and you're already making quite a splash! Ha ha!

You there! Landlord man! Ms Thorn is safe now, so you can call off your mob! I... I suppose, if she's okay... I can tell the lads to give over. I think I've got a better idea anyway. I've still got evidence of the monster at my pub! It's going straight to the paper! I'll make a fortune off monster-seeking tourists! Edgar, we can't let that happen...

Hey, the landlord's not around. If we're going to prevent him taking his story to the papers, we need his evidence! Edgar, see if you can find anything relating to the Grindylow. I'll keep watch! I wonder if this pub has one of those Muggle snooker pitches...?

What's that, Edgar? Some pieces of wood? Could this be the landlord's 'evidence'? Let's get it repaired and take a closer look!

It's a fishing rod... from the night the landlord was attacked, I'll bet. Look at the scratches and tentacle marks! Let's see what Sage makes of it.

Sage: I've examined that fishing rod. The marks are definitely from a Grindylow's suckers, so this must be your landlord's evidence! Mathilda: Great! Now we can keep this out of the hands of nosey Muggle newspapers and safely Obliviate the landlord. Sage: Wait! See how the fishing hook was ripped clean off, here? If it's caught in the poor wee Grindylow... Mathilda: It might explain why the Grindylow's suddenly so aggressive! Thanks, Sage. Now to visit the landlord.

So as I was saying to my friend here, clearly you had too much whisky on the night of the attack and imagined the whole thing. Landlord: What?! But... It seemed so real! It snapped my fishing rod in half! You probably dropped it, or sat on it, or something. You know how these things happen. Landlord: But... I could have sworn... Well, at least it attracted some punters while it lasted.

Act 5
"No sign of Finbok anywhere. Edgar, did you see the potions lab he's set up in his basement? Strange. He doesn't work with potions at the Ministry... We'd better take a look around."

- Mathilda Grimblehawk, on arriving at Bilius Finbok's house

"I'm impressed you found that old apron, Croptwig... This is my impressed face. Let's send this to the Ministry ad see if Gethsemane can find anything in those stains that might help us."

- Mathilda Grimblehawk to her partner

"The nearest Muggle hospital is St. David's, I think? Let's hope Bilius is okay, and that he's managed to keep a low profile. Come on, Edgar!"

- Mathilda Grimblehawk

"Ugh! That Muggle, Sara, said the ambulance brought Bilius here, but there's no sign of him! Ever feel like someone's trying to avoid you? What's that you've found, Edgar? Tattered papers? What could it mean? We'd better fix this up if we want to know what it says! And what about this odd pebble? You're right, Edgar -- this could be a clue! I wonder if Omar can tell us what it is?"

- Mathilda Grimblehawk