by Lex Green » Sat May 20, 2023 9:59 am
On one of my first days in New York City, it was really beautiful outside (far better weather than we would have in Scotland at this time of year), so I bought a cheap phone from a shop near my hotel, in case and I needed to contact anyone, and headed out of Manhattan and into Brooklyn, where I headed to the coast line and the beach at Coney Island. I spent the whole day there, alternating between relaxing by the see and enjoying the many activities and amusements that were nearby, but just as I was packing up and getting ready to leave, the sky started to darken. At first, I figured it was just the weather playing up, and it was probably a good idea to start leaving, but I then noticed a huge wave building up not too far from the shore, and then, it started pouring. I looked around, but everyone else on the beach seemed just as confused as I was, most people trying to run away as fast as they could, deserting their belongings. As the wave got closer and closer, I noticed a few green blobs inside it, and realised that they were grindylows! Probably very confused grindylows, since they should typically only be found in the UK, hence the extreme weather change and tidal wave. I was very grateful for my newly purchased phone, and punched in the number of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where I had a friend working. A receptionist of some kind answered the phone and I asked to be passed over to my friend, who I then explained the situation to. They asked me how many muggles were around (which at this point, was only one or two, and even they were rushing away quickly), and then suddenly I heard a crack, and my friend appeared beside me on the beach, holding a large cage filled with water. They headed closer to the wave and the grindylows, cage outstretched, and started chanting in a foreign language that sounded something like Mermish. The grindylows in the water suddenly jumped out and into the cage, making quite a splash. My friend shut the cage, thanked me for calling them, and within a second, disapparated again.
On one of my first days in New York City, it was really beautiful outside (far better weather than we would have in Scotland at this time of year), so I bought a cheap phone from a shop near my hotel, in case and I needed to contact anyone, and headed out of Manhattan and into Brooklyn, where I headed to the coast line and the beach at Coney Island. I spent the whole day there, alternating between relaxing by the see and enjoying the many activities and amusements that were nearby, but just as I was packing up and getting ready to leave, the sky started to darken. At first, I figured it was just the weather playing up, and it was probably a good idea to start leaving, but I then noticed a huge wave building up not too far from the shore, and then, it started pouring. I looked around, but everyone else on the beach seemed just as confused as I was, most people trying to run away as fast as they could, deserting their belongings. As the wave got closer and closer, I noticed a few green blobs inside it, and realised that they were grindylows! Probably very confused grindylows, since they should typically only be found in the UK, hence the extreme weather change and tidal wave. I was very grateful for my newly purchased phone, and punched in the number of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where I had a friend working. A receptionist of some kind answered the phone and I asked to be passed over to my friend, who I then explained the situation to. They asked me how many muggles were around (which at this point, was only one or two, and even they were rushing away quickly), and then suddenly I heard a crack, and my friend appeared beside me on the beach, holding a large cage filled with water. They headed closer to the wave and the grindylows, cage outstretched, and started chanting in a foreign language that sounded something like Mermish. The grindylows in the water suddenly jumped out and into the cage, making quite a splash. My friend shut the cage, thanked me for calling them, and within a second, disapparated again.