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Selected Reviews for Liquorice Flavoured Love Potion

2019.10.25 19:20 CrimsonClubs Selected Reviews for Liquorice Flavoured Love Potion

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Five Stars
By Niel on August 10, 2019
Great product! Just what I needed.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ AMAZING
By Lianne on August 28, 2019
Cannot reccomend strongly enough!
★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ Top quality, simply awesome.
By Josey on September 2, 2019
This was life-changing. Phenomenal. It beat every expectation I had and then some. Honestly, I was sceptical at first seeing the price, but it works better than the name-brand version. I’ll probably pick-up a second for my daughter (and who knows maybe I’ll buy another one for myself, haha!)
★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Danger, poison, side-effects, urgent, this is fatal!
By Kimberly on September 12, 2019
Verified Purchase
Please, please, please, please, please read this!
It’s all I can do. I can’t get them to remove this item from the store page. I’ve tried reporting it online a hundred times but nothing happens. Maybe they don’t care. The police won’t take it seriously either. Just please, even if you don’t read this. Please don’t make the same mistake I did.
Don’t fall in love with love.
Love is cruel, ugly, hateful, and blind. Love is coarse and bitter like the ground coffee you find in the trash. Love chokes, strangling every joyful pulse from your veins. People love the illusions, or delusions, of love. But anybody who has seen love, purified and distilled, would know love’s true awfulness and horrors, and above all its foolishness.
You know the saying: “You can fool some people all the time, and all people some of the time?” Well sometimes we’re all fooled by love.
For the former 16 year old me, I was a fool for a guy. His name is Adrien Mathers, and back in high school he was my dirty blond dream walking the halls, the faint scent of roasted walnuts in his wake. In my eyes he was perfect. He was smart but not bookishly reserved, athletic minus the bruising jock attitude, funny without being a shameless class clown. (Of course, his visible muscle tone and high cheekbones certainly contributed, but so did the cute single dimple from his confident and constant half-smile.)
Okay, this may seem irrelevant to the issue at hand, but I swear to you all this is important to understand the danger of this ‘love-potion’.
Or, I don’t know, maybe I just need some place to vent and mourn… Confess. If there’s one thing I’m good at its throwing myself a pity-party.
Anyway, what stole my dumb heart above all was, despite being one of the popular guys in school, Adrien was exceedingly kind. He only had nice things to say about everybody, never participating in gossip and back-biting. He was so nice, he made everybody else around him nicer. For example there was a special needs student, Isaac, and while at the start of the year everybody either teased him or did their best to ignore him, Adrien actually took the time to chat with Isaac. Not ironically or with ulterior motives. Just genuinely striking up a conversation. Asking him how it was going, about his interest. Normal stuff. Everyday he did this. Slowly, people stopped teasing Isaac, and, as the months passed, more and more people began to be friendly too, wishing Isaac a good day or to tell them one his many ‘space facts’ that Isaac knew off hand.
That’s how Adrien was, he brought out the good in those around him by virtue of the good in him. And I melted for the fantasy he’d find the good in me. Someday he’d take me away beneath the stars in his used Saturn Ion, his kisses exploring the anticipation along my neck, his confident hands extending around my midsection before tentatively reaching under my shirt and also under my, well…
At the time, that was pure fantasy. I was certain Adrien didn’t even know my name back when I first started crushing on him. Or the rest of that year for that matter. Luckily the goddess of love and fate must have heard my prayers, because Adrien and I were assigned as lab partners in our junior year chemistry class.
That semester was magical. To me at least, it seemed like we hit it off immediately. We worked great together. I did most of the planning and note taking while he had no problems lighting the Bunsen burners and mixing the reagents. All the while we’d be laughing having fun.
We started talking more outside of class too, even if we always had to start talking about chemistry first.
However our conversations were never stilted or awkward and we’d soon be discussing deep topics like our fights with our parents and the reasons why we both wanted to leave our hometown. I just hated the bitterly cold winters here, but he wanted to leave because he never wanted to feel like his home was stuck and glued in one place and so he imagined he’d always keep moving places every few years. “I just want the freedom of it, y’know?” His nose scrunched when he said the word ‘freedom’ and I felt he meant the word differently than how others used the term.
Eventually though, the semester was almost over, meaning I wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to him anymore.
I gathered what tepid courage I could and I asked the question, “After the test… do you want to go see a movie? Together?”
He blinked a moment, “Like a date?”
“Yeah.” I confirmed.
He half-cocked his smile, “Okay then.”
It was just that easy. My legs nearly buckled when I made it around the corner but the butterflies swirling around my head made it all worth it.
And that first date was incredible. He held me through the entire movie, and as he dropped me off at my house, he stared at me until I stopped talking. Then he kissed me. His kiss left a trembling need on my lips long after we parted.
We made plans for another date immediately.
That one didn’t go… quite as well. We were making out at his house, his parents weren’t home. Although I was nearly sick with the bundle of nerves in my stomach, I had readied myself for going farther than I ever had before.
Suddenly though, Adrien stopped. I couldn’t figure out why. He cut the date short there. When we spoke again after that night, he told me the most crushing words I’d ever heard. He sighed and said, “I just feel… we are better as friends. I’m sorry, I tried but I just don’t see you as more than that.”
I never told anybody about our fleeting time together, or the pain I felt. Even long after I never said a word. There’s a million break up songs out there. Each can explain the emotions I felt better than I could. Go over to the itunes store or spotify and buy a couple. You don’t want to hear more from me. Although part of me refused to put the pain into my own words because if I said exactly how I felt then it really would be over and no matter how much ‘healing’ I did over the months and years, I didn’t want us to be over.
Even if that is what we were.
We were little more than acquaintances when high-school ended.
Anyway, life happened after that. Got accepted into college. Drifted away from my fair-weather friends. Made one or two better friends. During my studies I dated twice. The first relationship fizzled. Not a lot of chemistry besides my crippling desperation when we first met at a party. The second guy I dated, Nate, we had chemistry all right. Too much in fact. Which is why it blew up in a fiery spectacle, much like a plane full of TNT crashing into a fireworks factory, fun to witness at a distance, not so fun while screaming aboard the disintegrating aircraft.
During this time I was doing my teaching practicum and I met Mrs. Jody Renyk. She was upbeat, gregarious, positive attitude, thoughtful, a teacher loved by all the kids, always putting others before herself, a mentor that I quickly did my best to model myself after. To me she was almost a saint in her selfless attitude.
However after a few short months I’d discover her one flaw. Selfishness of a different sort ate away her body. A greed called cancer. She wouldn’t survive the year.
Where we meet Adrien again is at Mrs. Renyk’s funeral.
During the sermon, Jody’s brother mentioned how the Mathers family put Jody through school, but my brain didn’t link the Surname together until the reception, where I spotted Adrien comforting the much older brother of Jody.
I tapped him on his shoulder. “Hey stranger.” Fortunately, I had chosen my more stylish black dress of the two hung in my closet.
Adrien turned to me in his well fitting three piece suit and his eyes seemed to brighten, “Kim?”
“Still stuck in this town I see.”
“Nah,” he shook his head, “just here for the funeral.”
I knew Adrien travelled around a lot, but I’d forgotten in that instant rush to say hello.
After that the conversation was breezy, like summer. Just like I remembered it. I told him how Jody was a role model for me. He told me how Jody was his babysitter for, like, ten years, hence the comment about his family putting her through school. The conversation was getting more animated but with the funeral going on around us, we instead agreed to meet later that week for coffee before his flight left.
Doubts crept in almost immediately. After a few minutes I’d convinced myself that I’d imagined the renewed romantic chemistry. The sparks were sputters. Flirting was just friendliness. Those hints of desire were merely shimmers of a polite facade. But other than bite my cuticles and nervously rock my legs, I didn’t know what to do. I’d be meeting with him soon. It was literally my last chance at a second chance.
So… I started drinking a bottle of leftover tequila and set off online in search of answers. In a few short hours, my browser was clogged with Facebook profiles, self help blogs, and more cheesy dating advice than my hairdresser on particularly chatty day. It all seemed so useless and fake. None of this would actually work.
On a whim, I decided to search for a “love potion.” Years ago, I went through a bit of an alternative religion, wiccan phase. Which is why I’d expected silly home brews of supermarket spices and willow leaves, which would vary in quality between an adequate tea and a putrid sludge. And I did find results like that, along with movie references, tacky perfumes, and a whole bunch of other crap.
A few pages in though, and I was intrigued by one particular link. “Liquorice Flavoured Love Potion.” The name was less arresting than the web address. The fact that it was being sold by this very website made me think, Don’t they have standards? They can’t actually be selling a fake love potion. I convinced myself it was probably nothing more than a candy with the “Liquorice Flavoured” appendage, but tipsy me was curious.
No kitschy hearts or playful colours greeted me, just the art-deco bottle with sharp glass lines and a black fluid within.
This was a minor shock as I’d pictured sweet red liquorice not black. More than that though, as you can see the product description above makes it seem completely sincere. “Force your love to give you love by feeding them this love potion,” was the line that particularly stood out to me. Normally, love potions describe themselves in more poetic and saccharine terms. To see one bluntly advertise how you always imagine a ‘love potion’ is suppose to work was refreshing and… exhilarating.
My cursor hovered over the ‘add-to-cart’ button. Except the price was fairly steep for what amounted to little more than brief thrill. It’s not like it would actually work. Besides, it probably wouldn’t arrive in time anyway. And how would I get him to drink it anyway? Liquorice wasn’t exactly an inconspicuous taste, he’d know if I slipped it into his coffee.
That’s when I clicked.
All those valid reasons were no match for serendipity. See, it was in that moment I remembered Adrien liked liquorice because he and his circle of friends once had a silly argument about whether liquorice was ‘the worst thing we were ever tricked into believing was candy’ or ‘a deliciously and unfairly maligned treat of the gods’. Adrien was firmly on the pro-liquorice side of that particular debate.
He likes liquorice and I found a liquorice flavoured love potion. That’s kind of like fate right? Plus, the loudly advertised free shipping was hard to beat too.
The class I had been teaching was outside for recess when I got a lesson of how fate really works. “Sorry, I have to leave town early.” The message read. I wasn’t even upset really. In a way I was relieved. Here I’d been stressing out like a stupid little girl over a simple cup of coffee. Some adult I was.
My flight leaves tomorrow morning. Can we meet tonight?”
And just like that I was a girl again with hope. And pressure. Lots and lots of pressure. This would be my one and only chance and I knew I had no magic on my side.
I rushed home to prepare. When I spotted the plain brown package patiently expecting me at my doorstep, I didn’t even consider it was the Love Potion. From my tequila buzz, I barely remembered ordering it, but I certainly didn’t expect it to be delivered so soon. In the past I’ve paid for the princely leisure of two day shipping on a few occasions but I’ve never had anything arrive in under 24 hours before.
After I peeled away the tape, cardboard, and excessive layers of bubble wrap I found the ornate bottle delicately inlayed within a form-fitting casement of crunchy styrofoam. Curiously, the liquid inside was clear and not the jet black like in the picture. Although I’d solve this colourful discrepancy soon, later I’d only have unanswered theories gnawing at my mind to explain why.
Wrapped around the deco neck of the art-deco bottle was frayed twine linking the bottle to a round paper tag. On it were these three simple instructions:
      1. Mix a drop of your blood in with the love
      2. Give this now activated love to the intended target
      3. Enjoy the love!
There were no ingredients list, or warnings, or even a brand logo.
The first step was what gave me pause. A drop of blood struck me as hard-core. Which was fine by me, except it also seemed unsanitary?
Still, I only had a bit of time before needing to head out for the coffee shop, so I got a pin from my cupboard, ready to do it right there and then. I popped open the cork cap like a bottle of champagne, and was blasted by the distinct scent of liquorice.
“Here goes nothing,” I said as I pricked my finger and squeezed a single drop of blood. On my skin the scarlet bulge swelled then fell into the clear liquid below. Immediately on contact thin black roots grew sinking from the surface and slowly burrowed to the bottom of the glass. Without mixing or shaking, spindles of blackness jutted out from these roots like the rime of frost. They intersected and crisscrossed until all crystal light was woven shut and nothing but a solid impenetrable darkness remained.
“Huh… neat.” Is all the gravitas I could spare for that damning event.
I re-capped the bottle and tossed it casually in my hand bag.
We met at the coffee shop, he with a simple white button down shirt and striped tie, me with a little black skirt and secretive black bottle. I did my best to pry a passionate conversation from him. That’s what I read, is guys like it when a gal shows an interest listening to his interests. It seemed to be going quite well, he was getting animated and excited, swinging his arms in exaggerated chopping motions, although to be honest the stories of his travels weren’t that interesting, not second hand anyway. After the first story, hearing about a traditional meal with colourful locals gets old whether it is in central Asia, Chile, or Uganda.
Still, the evening was progressing so well I forgot all about the ‘Love Potion.’ It was sometime after sunset though when Adrien glimpsed his watch and then began checking it repeatedly every minute or so. “Umm…” I hesitated, “Do you need to leave soon?”
He rubbed his neck apologetically, “Y-yeah. Early morning flight and all that. But it’s nice catching up like this. We should do it again sometime.”
I panicked a bit. “No no.” I stammered practically jumping from my uncomfortable seat. “You can’t leave just yet.”
He was surprised by my abrupt outburst. “Well, it’s not like I was planning on leaving right this second.”
“Let me just, they sell this really great Kombucha here. You’ve tried Kombucha before, right?”
“Yeah, it’s okay I guess.”
“Then you got to try this one. It’s the best.” He stared at me in mild bewilderment. “Trust me. My treat. Let me just go—” Using both hands I pointed toward the barista behind the till and wandered off before he could object. After a single step, I twisted back around awkwardly snatching up my bag as I trotted to the counter.
I was quickly devolving into a flustered mess. How could this be ending so soon? I thought. Everything had felt like it had gone great, like it was fate fixing her mistake. What happened? Was it something I said? I barely remember saying anything.
While I ordered, fishing my credit card out for payment, the black vial clanked softly against my keys.
If the barista noticed me spike Adrien’s kombucha tea, she gave no indication.
“And, I’m back. Here, try it. Don’t be worried if it tastes a little… funky. It’s suppose to.”
He took a sip and squinted his eyes. “This tastes like… liquorice.” He nodded, “I like liquorice,” and took another big sip.
I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding in.
Nothing seemed to happen though. There was no dramatic sound or cue. Adrien carried on like normal, checking his watch periodically. Dim sunset hues commingled with the soft interior lighting over the plain wooden tables. The clatter and tinkle of cups and mugs accompanied the racket back and forth of other couples talking as usual. No magic appeared to save me.
Disappointment gripping my throat, our own conversation drifted listlessly to the one subject I promised myself I wouldn’t breach.
“Why did you… back in school…” I shifted in my rigid seat, adjusting a troublesome crease in my skirt. “Why did you break up with me?”
Adrien sputtered on his kombucha. “U-u-uh…”
“You never, really, gave me a proper answer. Just said something about how it wouldn’t work out. How you had this feeling. But back then you didn’t describe it.” My head knows how impossible it is to describe a feeling, but my heart hated what my head said. Some say heartbreak and its ache is bitter like that. Except it never tasted bitter to me. Astringent, yes, it tastes like choking down harsh medicine that will never cure the sickness eating away inside, but definitely not bitter.
If anything, a broken unrequited love is the opposite. Too sweet.
It’s an overly syrupy saccharine taste that immediately promises to fulfil your hungering desire soon, soon you’ll have what you crave, like other sweet things before it promises you’ll be made whole again soon. Quickly though the hope of those promises is betrayed with a burnt rubber toxicity at the back of the palette as the synthetic and fake lie of that sweetness sears into the back of your throat. Once swallowed, the taste continues to ferment, unsettled, a bubbling fizz, belching up at the slightest jostle, a yeasty malty corpse of the sugary fruit that once was as it decays and moulders. In the end you’re still left with the lingering aroma of dessicated flowers left to rot untended in the heat of a wilted sun, or the dusty scent of unused spices uselessly cluttering the chambers of your heart, a mouthwatering sour reminder of nourishment you’ll never have.
In other words, heartbreak is it’s own flavour. Words are made inadequate as much as you are left to feel.
“I…” Adrien was still struggled giving shape to his answer. He looked squarely at me and I could feel myself drowning in the cruel sympathy watering his eyes. “Kim, I—I wasn’t… who you needed me to be. I—”
It’s not you it’s me? Is that it? Don’t give me that bullshit!” I slapped my palms flat clapping on the table. A few other patrons stopped and stared. So what I said next I barely whispered. “Be honest. Tell me you weren’t attracted to me. I was too ugly. Too weird. Too awkward. Too annoying. Because that’s the truth isn’t it? You just didn’t want me.”
As long and often I thought those words, never before had I said them out loud, even as quietly as I did. For what it’s worth, I didn’t cry then. Not a single tear was shed. No, all my tears dried long before that moment of release. Actually it felt pretty good to say it. Ripping off a scab is often a most pleasant wound.
The wound which struck Adrien’s expression was too much to bear though.
“Goodbye Adrien.” I bolted, escaping. Behind me Adrien protested but I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop when I made it to the exit. I didn’t stop out on the cold shivering street. I only stopped as I fumbled for my keys in front of my shitty Subaru.
“Kim wait,” his hand hooked my elbow but I shook it off immediately. “Kim, just, listen. Please?”
Without turning I stopped.
“Look… I was attracted to you, okay? I… liked spending time with you, talking to you, I mean— I, back then I could even see a future for us together.”
Each daggered word carved into my back. “Then why—?”
“Because that’s not who I am Kim. It’s not. I wanted you and you wanted me but— it wasn’t what I needed. I needed more than-than-than…”
There was a heavy sigh from over my shoulder. “Yeah… I said I saw our future. And… I saw us slowly grow apart. Two strangers who were never really that similar to begin with. I saw the rage and resentment I’d feel for you tying me down, holding me back to this place.”
“I would’ve left this place with you.”
“Would you, Kim? Would you really? Your idea of ‘leaving town’ was to eventually move to the city. Your version of ‘travel’ was an annual trip to the coast or maybe the occasional Caribbean resort.” There was the low crackle of a scuffing shoe on asphalt. A step closer. “Kim, as much as it hurts, we’re not the people the other needs.”
“Ex-except you didn’t even try. You’re just a-a-a coward! That’s what you are. A coward.”
“A coward, huh?” There was a dry chuckle. “Yeah. That’s just who I am. So don’t you think you deserve someone better?”
“But I~,” I wanted to argue, change his mind. I wanted to spit insults, hurt him in all the ways I hoped he’d stop hurting me. I wanted to scream at him how he was an idiot, how there was no one better than him. Of course my mind was falling into itself, my senses telling me to finally move on despite being trapped by the senselessness of never letting go or getting a grip but given nothing to hold on to. There’s nothing lonelier than being apart from the person right beside you.
Only then did I cry.
Each sob folded over me like a rolling wave and as tears washed the hope from my eyes I felt a gentle touch on my back. “Hey, hey, hey now… don’t cry.”
I kept crying.
“Please Kim, don’t-don’t do this.” There was now genuine pain in the once soft edges of Adrien’s tone. His hand slipped up my shoulder and he tugged me around spinning. “Kim, c’mon, look at me.”
Instead I stared down at our entwined shadows.
“Kim… please…” He lifted my chin up so I had no choice but to face him. Yet through my sorrow shimmered vision, all I saw was his blurry shape. “Will this make you happy…?” His lips met mine in a tender caress.
I jumped back jolting. “What—! What are you doing?! Why’re y—”
“I love you Kim. I can’t bear to see you upset.” He leaned in again.
This time, I pressed in closer. The depth of our kiss was deeper than the well of all my doubts. After a moment of clumsy shy pecks, quickly we found our rhythm. Our lips grew to fill the gap between us. Our tongues drew patterns words couldn’t express. Each time one of us lulled the other returned for more. On and on until time meant nothing, eclipsed by an infinite connection.
How I wish we could’ve stayed in that complete moment forever. Back then, I didn’t even consider the subtle liquorice aroma lingering on his breath.
We barely spoke on the trip back to my place. My keys struggled scratching to find the lock as we entwined at my door. Together we pressed inside not pausing at the barrier of our clothes. He peeled my skirt up like a candy wrapper and I tugged his tie down like a leash. Embraced in each other’s arms our bodies braced for every thrust. Sheets slid and tangled around uselessly in my drive to push further into his passion. It all tore away as we spread naked on the plane of the bed, tumbling to the floor, spinning against the wall dizzy in a haze of lust. Dancing to the tune of heartbeats, the vibrations of sex, the chorus of “Yes,” and “More,” and “Oh,” and “Ah.” Hungry for touch, taste of skin, hands slick with the other’s perspiration. Again and again we came arriving where we began leaving our senses again and again.
That night we shared no sleep only the physical heat of our collective need.
When I awoke mid-day I found Adrien watching me from his side of the bed. “Morning.” He said, his grin half-cocked.
“Mmmh— morning.” I replied, bleary eyed and unsure of the hour.
“Sorry, I was staring. Y’know, you’re even prettier when you’re asleep?”
“Really?” I wanted to tease him a little. “Am I that annoying while awake?”
“N-no! No, not at all. I just meant— I mean, what I meant was—was— I—”
His panic seemed exaggerated but luckily I stopped playing along. “Relax lover boy. I was just teasing.” He visibly relaxed and I took a long breath in, rubbing my eyes. “What smells so good?”
“That? Well, I made my special breakfast. Just for you. A goat cheese and roasted walnut omelette.”
“Ooo, how fancy.” I sat up. “Wait. Hold on. Where did you get walnuts?” I didn’t own any walnuts. Or goat cheese for that matter. It was only then I realized he was fully dressed despite lying in bed next to me.
Adrien turned and lifted a tray toward to me. “I went out and bought some.”
“Adrien — you didn’t have to do that.” Secretly though, my heart skipped at the thought he went so far out of his way to make me happy. Little did I know how far that would be.
The meal he had made looked incredibly delicious. A golden roll of egg folded over lush greens and earthy chunks of walnut. The entire thing glimmered gleaming with melted butter and maple syrup, its sweetness watering my mouth. I cut off a bite and ate it.
“Well?” He asked expectantly.
“It’s good.”
“Are you sure? You made a face.”
“No. I just — I didn’t know it would be cold, is all.”
“Shit— I lost track of time.” He lurched, grabbing the tray, “Let me heat that back up for for you.”
And like that he was up and gone. While I waited, I searched for my phone in the rumpled heaps tossed about the room, eventually finding it in the corner with my left shoe. The time wasn’t as late as I though, but there were several missed calls from the school I was suppose to be teaching at right now. I decided to worry about that later and instead check my messages. Most of them were demands to know about my absence. One though was from Nate, my ex, the one with too much chemistry. I rolled my eyes and tried ignoring that message too. Except I glimpsed Nate claim to be “On my way over now to finally pick up my—”
Damn. What did he want this time? I thought, dreading coming confrontation. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let Nate ruin my great new day.
I tossed on some clothes which hadn’t been discarded haphazardly on the floor and went out to meet Adrien in the kitchen where the scent of roasted walnuts hung heavy in the air. He was standing over the stove which didn’t immediately strike me as odd until I heard the muted metal clinking of something hard being tossed around in a pot.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yup.” He said casually. “Just cooking you a fresh omelette.”
“Why didn’t you just nuke the other one in the microwave?”
“Well… I considered it, but the microwave would make the egg all rubbery, and so I decided to just start from scratch. It really is best fresh. Fresh egg, fresh cheese, freshly chopped and toasted walnuts. The works.”
I saw the knife and cutting board next to a pile of broken walnut husks. “Wait… those are whole walnuts.” I observed aloud. In the back of my head the calculus was slowly adding up. Adrien got up, went out, bought groceries, came back, cooked a full meal, and that meal then had time to get cold. “A-Adrien, you didn’t have to do all this for me.”
He paused, turning to me, his grin nowhere to be found and a deathly seriousness stretched across his stony expression. “Of course I did Kim. All of it. You’re worth all of it.”
There wasn’t even a moment to react before an etched echo of a key tumbled into my front door lock. “Geeze, already?” I muttered.
Nate erupted from the entryway as a ruptured boil. He was halfway into the living room when he abruptly stopped cold in his ugly azure bomber jacket. He turned, jumping, “Shit! Kimmy, what hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work? What the hell?”
“What am I doing here!? What the fuck are you— T-this is my apartment Nate!”
“Relax, alright. I’m only here for my PS4 and— shit. Is that your new beau? Oh oh, I’m real sorry I interrupted your love nest Kimmy.”
At that time I thought: fuck him. He wasn’t the least bit apologetic. Nate was nothing more than a selfish asshole who I never should have left a key with. “Nate, leave! I want you gone. Now!”
That’s the last clear thing I remember speaking to Nate. “I want you gone.” I remember repeating several times. Yeah. “I want you gone.” I definitely said that more than once. After that our yelling match quickly devolved into a trade of tirades and throat-shredding screams. No communication, just simple animistic howls for dominance. Heat and friction. A rolling boiling fire of emotion.
This was when Adrien stepped between us.
I remember my heart melting at that time. His strong confident shoulders looked like they were ready save the day. Like he always had, Adrien seemed like he would solve everything with a kind word and a half-cocked smile.
Instead there was a lunge. Followed by a wet gasp for air. I couldn’t quite see it so I chose not to believe it. Except I had no choice but to accept the spray of blood splattering the floor. What did Nate do to Adrien? That was my first concern. That was my only concern. Of course, as the two of them spun further into view, I saw clearly that it was Nate’s neck split open, a clumsy knife widening a slit in his larynx, scarlet ink staining the gaps in his confused and crooked teeth.
Nate was a motionless heap on the floor before I spoke again. “Nate… are you okay?” I asked like a complete idiot, as if I didn’t already understand Adrien murdered Nate mere moments after seeing him.
Adrien turned, his white shirt a chaotic Pollock of darkening red. The blood wrapped kitchen knife weighed heavy in his grip. “Don’t worry. That man’s gone now.” He said.
“What did you do?” I asked, once again dumbly. Once again questioning the obvious fact of Adrien slicing Nate’s neck open right in front of me. But what else are you suppose to say? Other than nothing. Saying nothing is the only other viable alternative. It would be funny, if it weren’t so tragic, the way our minds default to meaningless phrases when there’s nothing to say. There are no uncomfortable silences when you’re in love, or so they say.
Adrien’s half-cocked smile twitched. “I got rid of him… for you. Don’t you see I did it for you?”
I retreated backstepping further into the kitchen, to where burning walnuts permeated the room. “No. No I didn’t want this. Not this.” My fingers tangled in my hair as they massaged my temples in futility.
“Oh god.” True terror whitened Adrien’s face. “You’re upset. You… you didn’t want this at all. I— I ruined everything. Oh god!” He put the knife to his own neck with the blade scraping his burgeoning unshaved stubble.
“Stop!” I ran over nearly tackling into Adrien. I groped at his arm but the tension in his muscles were indomitable. Gazing up at him in the cold light of day, I could now see the black stains stuck to Adrien’s teeth and even the shadows blotting the edges of his eyes. This was me. This was my fault. This love potion, it poisoned Adrien’s mind. Turned him into something else, this thing in front of me. “It’s okay. It’s fine.” I reassured him. “I’m just… worried you’ll get arrested.”
He put the knife down. His expression relaxed softening. “Don’t worry you’re pretty little head.” He kissed my forehead. “I will take care of the mess.” My mind drowned in a haze of confusion, from the pool of blood at my naked feet to the not Adrien figure tenderly embracing my shoulders.
From then on, he lovingly ushered me to the bathroom. There he cleaned me up, lathering and massaging the evidence from my skin. He carried me to bed, brushing the hair from my face. Carefully and methodically he washed away his exit from my room. From behind the door I’ve heard all sorts of noises, heavy grunting noises of exertion and effort, scrubbing sawing sounds, the clunking thuds of footfalls and limbs falling. Every so often not Adrien has returned, carrying a cup of tea or a grilled cheese on a plate. He offered these to me like a gifts. Then he’d lean in for a loving kiss. Of course I’d pull away. Although I recognized the pain that flashed behind his eyes each time I rejected him. Told him no. And I’d force myself to reassure him in other ways. I was the one who first gave him my love after all.
It is well past sundown now and not Adrien left several hours ago, heaving bags with him as he went. I’ve been little more than a wreckage on my bed, the same bed we had shared the night before, wondering where my skin ends and sheets begin.
The Adrien that I loved isn’t the Adrien who loves me.
I don’t love the Adrien who loves me, but I fear I know exactly where I can make that right. I know exactly where I can buy his love.
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2019.04.27 09:35 AcidShades Would there be any interest in an FA cup style knockout tournament in cricket?

Every football fan has probably heard of the phrase "magic of the cup" at some point. How about we try and bring it to the world of cricket?
While the league format or long tournaments are structured to determine a true champion as you play plenty of matches against other top teams throughout the year and reduce the impact of luck, off-days, etc, the cup format is super unpredictable and fun.
Perhaps this could work in cricket. There are currently 105 registered members of the ICC. For simplicity's sake we can start with the top 64 teams. And for obvious reasons, we should stick to T20 format.
We would have 32 first round matches. First we draw 32 home teams, completely randomly and then we draw their opponents. This could lead to a variety of combinations. Imagine Mexico vs Australia! (Could Warner score 250?) On the other hand what about something like India vs England in the first round? The final should be a neutral venue of course. Does Switzerland have a good stadium?
There are so many crazy possibilities. A team like USA or Hong Kong could easily make a deep run by getting the luck of the draw and playing smaller teams at each stage. On the other hand, imagine a team like Uganda drawing India at home, they could draw a serious crowd and it would do wonders for their association's finances. We have the potential to see all sorts of stadiums, pitch and weather conditions. We could also a huge range of scoreboards.
It should be treated as a fun tournament and not associate (pun not intended) a World Cup like prestige to it. Most of the matches will probably not even be televised. Think Namibia vs Vanuatu as an example. Majority of matches will be drubbings or unremarkable, but suddenly you could have two big teams facing off or a random giant slaying and it would generate so much buzz, it could do wonders for smaller teams. A random player from Malaysia could get famous for scoring a 30 ball hundred vs a team like Fiji or Italy.
In terms of possible issues, scheduling is obviously a big one. There's two possible options. One is that the tournament could be played throughout the year (like FA Cup) with one round played per month, with two teams that get matched up together being free to agree upon one date in that month that works for both of them. I'm sure every team can afford ONE day somehow, even with something important like the Ashes going on. Against most countries, big teams could just send in their A teams and it would be enough. The other option is to have the tournament take place over a fortnight or a month (like March Madness in college basketball). This can only work maybe if it runs concurrent to the IPL (when teams don't play international cricket anyway).
The other thing is security. If a visiting team doesn't feel it's safe to travel to a country they are drawn to, the home team must find a neutral venue.
I know this thing is a logistical nightmare but I think it's at least worth pondering. I think it will help spread the game in smaller countries without affecting the prestige of big tournaments. The more the smaller teams play, the more experience they gain and the more they can improve. ICC did provide full T20I status to all 105 members so these matches would be official and the big teams will have to take them seriously. Although it would also be an opportunity to provide an opportunity for youngsters from top countries to play in official matches in earlier rounds.
I think it would definitely turn some heads as it would be a very unique thing in the world of international sports.
What do you guys think? Could this work? Can this be an annual tournament or at least a one time tournament?
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2018.12.26 23:25 ColdWarAfricaCreator Afrocom 1950

On the 4th of March 1950, A. Philip Randolph was able to get into contact with the Soviet Union. He requested support from the Soviets to help him grow the Afro Comintern in South Africa as they had the most progress there. He could boast a figure of around 30,000 comrades in South Africa and around 9,000 in Liberia and with his recent flight to the country, it made sense to dig into South Africa and return back to Liberia at a later date once Afrocom had a better position.
The Soviets were suspicious of Randolph’s group, the operative sent to the South African Headquarters in Cape Town was largely unimpressed with the group due to its youth. They decided to give them a small cache of arms comprised of Mosin Nagants. They did not offer an advisor to the Afrocom as they felt the revolution would fail horribly and didn’t care to overinvest into Africa.
Back in Liberia, the Afro Comintern had been in a buzz due to the increased pressure from the Liberian Government. Between President Tubman picking up military and police activity around Afrocom areas and the UNIA’s Universal Negro Legion getting more aggressive with them, it was getting stressful to be a part of the organization. Tubman had been looking for a way to ensure a win next year in 1951. This was the first election that was held under universal suffrage and the word on the street was that Candidate Stewart of the PAD was making large gains against Tubman.
The raids from the Liberian government ramped up drastically as it dawned closer and closer to election day. Tubman would still receive information from the Universal African legion about Afrocom communities and apartment blocks where and sent in the military to attack and confiscate caches of weapons and communist propaganda.
As Randolph fled to South Africa, so did a lot of his followers including Bayard Rustin. A young Frantz Fanon decided to stay however, a young man from Martinique, France. He decided to hold the line in Liberia being a younger member of Afrocom. He had quickly been recognized by Afrocom leadership for his tenacity and his willingness to rally people around him and fight. Throughout February, he had fought to defend the little weapons the Afrocom did have in three raids from the Liberian government.
With the new shipment of weapons, the Afrocom could successfully start to run raids on banks and maybe even police departments, and colonial military installations in nearby Guinea, Cote d’Ivoire and Sierra Leone. To the south, they could directly attack South Africa installations which leadership of the Partisans felt like they would get more bang for the buck.
Throughout the month, the Afrocom continued to stay in contact with Moscow and North African communists in Egypt and Eritrea-Ethiopian region. Overall, they were able to acquire a sizeable arsenal of 800 guns in Liberia and 2,400 in South Africa from the Soviets. A small force was quickly trained from a few communist defectors from the British’s King’s African Rifles and ex American servicemen that served in WWII.
By March 28, Moscow decided to back the Afrocom slowly in South Africa while giving advice to leave Liberia. By this time, the French government found out about the arms shipments to the Liberian Afrocom chapter where president Tubman immediately released the information and drastically ramped up operations to destroy the Afrocom, decrying them as terrorists before getting them branded as such officially through the legislature.
Randolph had decried the violence and branding of the Afro-Comintern as a terrorist organization as the USSR sent artists over to South Africa to begin a propaganda campaign that was to be funded by the Afrocom. As the Soviets trained and armed up the Democratic People’s Republic of North Korea, they simply did not wish to send too many resources over to Africa feeling that the colonial powers would rapidly suppress the activity.The Soviets made it clear that the Afrocom would be primarily fighting alone which dismayed a great deal of Partisan’s.
By June, most of the comrades in Liberia had fled to South Africa as the leader of the Partisans had been arrested and killed after a raid. Due to a lack of leaders, Frantz Fanon was assigned with ensuring that the few remaining communes in Liberia in the North of the county remained out of the Government’s hands and the Universal African Legion prying eyes.
The Afrocom had been collaborating a lot more with French Communists who had been increasing in presence across the African continent and pressing for decolonization efforts. The main dividing issue being the anti-war stance the French communists took compared to the majority of native born African communists. This was bridged by the American and other French Liberians that came over in the earlier waves of migrants to the nation under the UNIA banner who were largely anti-war.
It was clear to all groups involved that the Afrocom was shifting out of Liberia and more and more into South Africa which pleased President Tubman and a majority of political players like the LPP and PAD. The Afrocom was seriously weakened in Liberia despite the arms shipments even from two years ago. Most of the communist simply raided into extinction, Partisans simply not having enough know how to defeat their rivals.
The UNIA’s Universal African Legion had been bullying the group as well, occasional clashes happening in Monrovia between the two groups of skirmishes in the brush. The Legion had been working with local police forces and pushing the communists further and further north. A great deal of Muslim members of the Afrocom members moving to the Sierra Leone to the upper northern region and blending with the muslim Kuranko, Limba and Yalunka tribes. Others went to places like Uganda, the Congo region, Angola, and Kenya to expand the Afro-Comintern to the people there and stir up ideas of rebellion and decolonization under their banner.

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2017.04.09 16:04 BeerNirvana Super Hot Pepper Plants for Sale - 60 varieties - $2 each - Glenside - Pickup

I have about 400 extra chile pepper plants for sale. There were grown under lights in my basement on a hydroponic flood table. These plants will need to be hardened off before putting in full sun.
There are over 60 varieties to choose from, but a very limited number of each type - so get them while they are super hot. Most varieties listed are not available at your local greenhouse and are way hotter than anything you'd find in a produce market. Ghost, Reapers, Scorpion, Naga - I got all the buzz words.
Plants are $2 each, minimum order is 10 plants. Pick your plants from the list and PM me to arrange evenings/weekends pickup in 19038.
Here's a full list of the varieties available:
This spreadsheet will be kept up to date as peppers are sold:
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2017.04.09 15:27 BeerNirvana Super Hot Pepper Plants for Sale - PHILADELPHIA AREA - Pickup

Plants for Sale - PHILADELPHIA AREA - Pickup
I have about 400 extra chile pepper plants for sale. There were grown under lights in my basement on a hydroponic flood table. These plants will need to be hardened off before putting in full sun.
There are over 60 varieties to choose from, but a very limited number of each type - so get them while they are super hot. Most varieties listed are not available at your local greenhouse and are way hotter than anything you'd find in a produce market. Ghost, Reapers, Scorpion, Naga - I got all the buzz words.
Plants are $2 each, minimum order is 10 plants. Pick your plants from the list and PM me to arrange evenings/weekends pickup in 19038.
These are the peppers I'm selling, which many of you have watched grow from seed:
Here's a full list of the varieties available:
This spreadsheet will be kept up to date as peppers are sold:
I'm really not interested in shipping unless you purchase a lot.
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2016.12.26 07:21 ibid-11962 Compilation of all JK Rowling's Harry Potter tweets - Part 3

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Part 15 - Random Questions #5 - Crying, Divination, Magical Weddings, American Accents, Detentions, and whatev Row-Row (October 17th - Novemeber 26th, 2015)

Rob McCarter: If you had to choose one chapter from the entire HP series as your favourite, what would you choose? #HarryPotter J.K. Rowling: Chapter 34 Deathly Hallows 'The Forest Again' Jessica: really? Because I bawled... J.K. Rowling: So did I, but it was the culmination of 17 years' work and the most cathartic piece of writing of my life.
skywalkersul: will you support Wales against the springboks today? #RugbyWorldCup J.K. Rowling: I will. Are you supporting Scotland against the Aussies tomorrow? laura: aussies will win lets be honest here J.K. Rowling: I don't believe in divination. linda: i just gazed into my crystal ball and saw that you will respond to my tweet soon... J.K. Rowling: This is pure coincidence and not proof that divination works!
J.K. Rowling: So now you know it really isn't a prequel: Harry Potter & the #CursedChild starts #19yearslater! Go to @HPPlayLDN for more information.
J.K. Rowling: Today seems a very good day to share my favourite fan art of young Sirius with his best friend. No crying, now.
Emily Strong: Turns out there's a lot to planning a wedding! I need the skills of Molly Weasley. And the budget of Monsieur Delacour. J.K. Rowling: And magic helps :) Emily Strong: At least in the absence of magic we have @Pinterest and iPads! J.K. Rowling: Had neither when planning my wedding(s)! How did I do it?
Sarah: So if Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is set in New York, does that mean Newt will have an American accent? @jk_rowling J.K. Rowling: No, Newt's a visitor. He's British.
JDom: Hey @jk_rowling it'd be the coolest thing ever if you could write all the HP books from Dumbledore's perspective. Much luv. Corwin Nozari: And Voldemort's. Or Mrs. Norris's. It's whatev, do your thing Row-Row J.K. Rowling: "It's whatev, do your thing Row-Row." I think I've found my favourite sentence of 2015.
Jemima Skelley: if you were at Hogwarts, what would you get detention for? J.K. Rowling: Being too chicken to get on a broomstick.

Part 16 - Snape: Good, Evil or What? (Nov 27th, 2015)

FrazzyJazzy7: Why did you pick Snape to name Harry's kid after? I'm genuinely curious as he was nothing but abusive towards everyone. J.K. Rowling: Snape died for Harry out of love for Lily. Harry paid him tribute in forgiveness and gratitude. J.K. Rowling: I've got to say this: you lot have been arguing about Snape for years. My timeline just exploded with love & fury yet again. Never change x Capt Planet: Kind of strange you'd say 'in forgiveness', I mean Snape held no malice against Harry (which Harry came to knew, eventually). J.K. Rowling: That's not true, I'm afraid. Snape projected his hatred and jealousy of James onto Harry. J.K. Rowling: There's a whole essay in why Harry gave his son Snape's name, but the decision goes to the heart of who Harry was, post-war. J.K. Rowling: This morning I've been thinking a lot about the appeal of simple dichotomies in our messy world, then you raise Snape! Highly appropriate. J.K. Rowling: Snape is all grey. You can't make him a saint: he was vindictive & bullying. You can't make him a devil: he died to save the wizarding world J.K. Rowling: In honouring Snape, Harry hoped in his heart that he too would be forgiven. The deaths at the Battle of Hogwarts would haunt Harry forever. zeinabazzi: [deleted] J.K. Rowling: No, not a rant; I'm thoughtful, not upset! Snape deserves both admiration and disapprobation, like most of us. Natalie Fisher: I'd like to see you do one of these about Dumbledore - he's the character I've had the most issues with upon reflection. J.K. Rowling: Ah, now, that wouldn't be an essay. That would be a week-long residential course. J.K. Rowling: See what you started, @FrazzyJazzy7? I need to get back to work. Have a good day, Snape-lovers, haters and in-betweeners all xxxx FrazzyJazzy7: I said I'm sorry. 😭💜 J.K. Rowling: Kidding. Great question! xx madison ray: well u can [make him a devil] cuz he bullied small children and died for his obsession w lily, not to save the world J.K. Rowling: Snape was a bully who loved the goodness he sensed in Lily without being able to emulate her. That was his tragedy. J.K. Rowling: (Just come back to Twitter to find the great Snape debate still raging) J.K. Rowling: Snape didn't die for 'ideals'. He died in an attempt to expiate his own guilt. He could have broken cover at any time to save himself 1/2 J.K. Rowling: but he chose not to tell Voldemort that the latter was making a fatal error in targeting Harry. Snape's silence ensured Harry's victory. 2/2 Hogwartslifee: "he died to save the wizarding world" WHAT ABOUT REMUS, BLACK, DUMBLEDORE, TONKS, FRED, MRS WEASLEY RON HERMIONE???? J.K. Rowling: Harry chose to perpetuate the names of the two who had nobody in their families to do so. J.K. Rowling: Please could we all keep our discussion about this fictional character civil? There's enough rage on Twitter without Snape-related hate. Subhash Pais: Do you ever wish you had written HP in a non-Twitter era? I mean Tolkien would've fed some of them to the Orcs in Mordor. J.K. Rowling: I love Twitter questions! But I don't like a character I love being used as a pretext to abuse other readers. Rose Marie: so he still died a selfish death. It was for no one other than himself. It wasn't even for Lily in the end J.K. Rowling: He stood to gain nothing personally but the triumph of the cause Lily had believed in. He was trying to do right. J.K. Rowling: Well, thanks to everyone who participated in today's unplanned debate: "Snape: Good, Evil or What?" People to dinner - got to go! xxx

Part 17 - Random Questions #6 - Puffskeins, Fantastic Beasts, Cursed Child, Black Hermione, Voldemort, Killing Hedwig, Wizarding Schools, Sorting, and Divination (November 30th 2015 - March 3rd 2016)

Pixies_Corner: herd, quiver, brood, flock.... What is a group of Puffskeins or Pygmy Puffs called? J.K. Rowling: A poffle.
Chilly Daverz: Fantastic Beasts or Cursed child? O: J.K. Rowling: 🦄🐉
BBC Newsbeat: This is why people are calling American businessman, Donald Trump, Lord Voldemort J.K. Rowling: How horrible. Voldemort was nowhere near as bad.
1accidentalpoet: [deleted] J.K. Rowling: I can't tell you what I'm most excited about in #FantasticBeasts because SPOILERS! Cyril: CNN va faire 5 articles sur ce tweet [CNN is going to make 5 articles on this tweet] J.K. Rowling: Six. AlwaysUchiwa: Have you seen the trailer? J.K. Rowling: Not only have I seen the trailer, I was walking on that set just the other day! J.K. Rowling: Thank you for all your #FantasticBeasts messages! It feels wonderful to show you a tiny part of what we've been working on for so long! Devon Murray: Must say I am BUZZING to get to see @FantasticBeasts the trailer looks amazing! Well done guys. J.K. Rowling: Xxxxx LoonyLunarLupin: Did you write Newt's "Just a smidge" line, Jo? I wouldn't put it past you! 😂 #FantasticBeastsTrailer J.K. Rowling: I wrote the whole script! Amber L Mumford: Why has there not yet been a Harry Potter prequel?? J.K. Rowling: #FantasticBeasts = prequel.
ayan: like. especially rowling. how does she feel about black hermione. i need to know. J.K. Rowling: Canon: brown eyes, frizzy hair and very clever. White skin was never specified. Rowling loves black Hermione 😘
John Green: I. Don't. Cast. Movies. J.K. Rowling: Nobody. Ever. Believes. That. John Green: speaking of which, great job on the casting of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child! J.K. Rowling: Thanks! John (director) cast my three first choices so I'm very happy! His decision, though, because Writers. Don't. Do. Casting.
MrsCupcake79: Listen, I CRIED when Hedwig was killed. I can't do owl jokes. J.K. Rowling: Death of childhood, Lauren. I was ripping up Harry's teddy. Symbolism is a pitiless taskmaster.
J.K. Rowling: Finished Hallows 9 yrs ago today. Celebrated by graffiti-ing a bust in my hotel room. Never do this. It's wrong.
JDAtkins: Designed a logo today for all of us American Aurors who want to do good in the world. What do you think? tshirt with the logo "United States Department of Magical Defense J.K. Rowling: I think you're going to have to redesign after you've seen #FantasticBeasts!
Adam Iqbal: Who are you with here? Looks like you are working up some magic #harrypotterandcursedchild J.K. Rowling: That would be @jackthorne, John Tiffany and I hard at work on #CursedChild! Jack Thorne: Aka the unconventionally named pop group - two baldies and a blonde. J.K. Rowling: We could totally be a pop group. That's what we'll do after the play. Jack Thorne: Awesomeness. Bagsy I'm the slightly creepy drummer. J.K. Rowling: Imagined you on bass guitar but perhaps drums work better cos if we stand beside each other we won't fit in the same frame. J.K. Rowling: It'll be Mick Fleetwood & Stevie Nicks all over again. Jack Thorne: No longer a drummer. We're doing this. You'd be truly an fantastic Stevie Nicks & I could do a good later-era Fleetwood locks.
dan debuf: where do aussie wizards go? ⚡️🇦🇺⚡️ J.K. Rowling: That information will be revealed in due course! Stacey: What is the Canadian school of witchcraft and wizardry? I feel like Canadians are always left out J.K. Rowling: Keep watching @Pottermore...
Aidan Kerr: [deleted] J.K. Rowling: Hogwarts, obvs. "College". rolls eyes Aidan Kerr: Like a post-school year for the Wizards that never got there Highers. It worked for this muggle. J.K. Rowling: But yer a wizard, Aidan. Aidan Kerr: My mum said that scar was because I bumped my head as a toddler. 21 years lived as a lie, the shame. J.K. Rowling: "Bumped your head." Yeah. Right. Aidan Kerr: This explains that unfortunate incident with my pet snake
Natalie Kossar: I'd (lovingly) drop #gryffindor like a rock if I could be sorted in #Ilvermorny J.K. Rowling: Again: keep watching @Pottermore...
Daniel José Older: JK Rowling reveals new wizarding schools in Japan, Brazil, and...Africa #OneOfTheseThingsIsNotLikeTheOther Naunihal Singh: One more person who believes that @AfricasaCountry. How could you let us down, @jk_rowling :( J.K. Rowling: Uagadou takes students from all over Africa, but it is in Uganda. #IAgreePottermoreShouldSayThatWillChangeDescription
Sommer Stockton: I'm a proud Slytherin, but my friends always make fun of me because I am one. What would you recommend that I do? J.K. Rowling: Curse them.
Pottermore: We’re thrilled to announce a new publishing programme from @jk_rowling #WizardingWorld: Stephen Daisley: @jk_rowling Is it a prequel? J.K. Rowling: hits Stephen hard over head with parts 1 and 2
Olwethu-Thando Klaas: Me (number 1 fan of the original #HarryPotter franchise) when I found out @jk_rowling is writing an 8th book. picture of someone saying "Nooooo" J.K. Rowling: To be clear! The SCRIPT of #CursedChild is being published. #NotANovel #NotAPrequel 😉 Zoë: THAT IS V TRUE BUT ITS STILL A BOOK. And it is technically prequel kind of J.K. Rowling: The script will be in book form, true, but it's still #NotAPrequel because it's set #19YearsLater Trevor Brooks: why not write a prequel J.K. Rowling: I have: the screenplay for #FantasticBeasts 🐍🦄🐉 kaytheslytherin: [deleted] J.K. Rowling: Quite sure. #19YearsLater Dan F.: You should really put #NotAPrequel in your Twitter-bio to avoid answering the same questions eleventy billion times. J.K. Rowling: Along with "the Horcrux wasn't destroyed in CoS because Harry didn't die #PleaseNeverAskMeThatAgainPlease"
Remaa: I'm a Gryffindor but my anxiety keeps me from being a true Gryffindor a lot recently. Am I still a Gryffindor despite that? J.K. Rowling: Of course. Being anxious isn't who you are, it's something you're feeling. It will pass. #GryffindorStrong
J.K. Rowling: Even if you haven't managed to get tickets to see #harrypotterandthecursedchild, you'll be able to read the play!
jojomoye: [deleted] Jack Thorne: thank you - really hope people do realise it's just a script! Xxx J.K. Rowling: WHAT? Jack Thorne: never been good with words. And this is why I should never be allowed out in public. #cursedadult J.K. Rowling: Your words are wonderful and I should know :D
τσri: My chemistry teacher & I have a 2011 bet to settle. With "Cursed Child," who wins? Only you can decide. Bet about Rowling publidhing another Harry Potter Book J.K. Rowling: You win! #CursedChild is a play and while we have worked very closely on it, the wonderful writer is @jackthorne
J.K. Rowling: Read this & you'll see why @jackthorne was the only other writer I wanted near #CursedChild!
J.K. Rowling: #CursedChild A play in 2 parts, set #19yearslater. Will be published. Not a prequel. Not unearthly. Magical. ✨ Katie Hendrickson: OMG - I am so excited about this! I heard it will be a movie, too. #HarryPotterCursedChild J.K. Rowling: You heard wrong, I'm afraid. #CursedChild is a play. #FantasticBeasts will be 3 movies, though!
Emily Strong: When you wrote Harry Potter did you ever imagine you'd one day be name dropped in a song about what girls like?! J.K. Rowling: I did not! Tinie Tempah: "I did not!” > Well, maybe you should have spent more time in Divination class. 😉 #GirlsLike ❤️x J.K. Rowling: Divination is a very imprecise branch of magic! Tinie Tempah: I see. Next time opt for the Time Turner x
Kiana Fitzgerald: hi, J.K. Was just sorted into Hufflepuff and I'm a little conflicted. Let me know if you can talk me through this. Very best, K J.K. Rowling: Embrace your inner badger! If you need motivation, #FantasticBeasts stars a true Hufflepuff hero.

Part 18 - A History of Magic in North America (March 8th, 2016)

Pottermore: We're delighted to reveal piece one of 'History of Magic in North America' by @jk_rowling: MorphanScout: I loved hearing about the magical abilities of my Native American ancestors thanks @jk_rowling J.K. Rowling: You're very welcome :o) Weasley_dad: I'm a little confused, can you help me? Were the skin-walkers evil or not? Or were they simple animagus? J.K. Rowling: In my wizarding world, there were no skin-walkers. The legend was created by No-Majes to demonise wizards. marine: so do Wizards in North America use wands now? J.K. Rowling: Yes, nearly all wizards use wands, which makes magic easier to channel. Wandless magic is sophisticated and takes more talent. Molly Cook: So would that work the same for brooms? Would more advanced wizards/witches not need a broom to fly? J.K. Rowling: Exactly. Wands and brooms (and flying cars) are tools that channel magic. The most gifted can dispense with them. Bárbara Kultchek: are the wizards from NA more powerful than the other ones, due to their ancient hability of doing magic without a wand? J.K. Rowling: It depends entirely on the individual witch or wizard! DreamingOfMagic: Are there many wizards/witches at Hogwarts who can do magic and fly without wands or brooms? J.K. Rowling: No, there's a cultural tradition of using wands and broomless flight is (as you might imagine) very risky! o0MRG0o: Do the gifted still see benefits from wand usage, even though it isn't required? J.K. Rowling: Yes, most wizards produce more precise magic by using the correct wand, which is why they've been widely adopted. Eganda Gh.: How about goblin? It'll be better or not if they use wands? J.K. Rowling: Interesting question. The wizards deny the right to bear wands to other categories of magical being. Some think that unfair. maurossauro: who would win a battle, a wizard with a wand or a wizard wandless? J.K. Rowling: Again, depends on the individual. A Goyle with a wand will lose to a Dumbledore without one. Most would choose wands to duel.
CanoeShowbiz: @jk_rowling launching 4-part series on wizarding school: J.K. Rowling: Not a series! Just some background to explain he wider wizarding world as #FantasticBeasts approaches...
ridd1kulus: [deleted] J.K. Rowling: No, there was mutual respect and a sense of kinship between all wizards, no matter what their race.
J.K. Rowling: You'll find out soon where the best wands could be purchased in the 1920s, when #FantasticBeasts is set. #MagicInNorthAmerica J.K. Rowling: You'll also find out when the first wand entered America. #MagicInNorthAmerica #FantasticBeasts Mattia Frasca: Are there any particular wood or core used in wands made in North America? J.K. Rowling: As you'd expect from a much larger land mass, there's more than one great wandmaker & all have different specialities!
Catherine Kuzmin: are there any spells that don't require a wand? Because Harry made the glass disappear in the second book...How does it work? J.K. Rowling: As children, wizards often produce accidental magic when they feel strong emotion. Wands help control and channel this power.

Part 19 - Random Questions #7 - Fantastic Beasts, Rejection Letters, Boggart quiz, Real Fantastic Beasts, Curses, Cursed Child tours, Battle of Hogwarts anniversary, Fawkes isn't a Hurcrux, and Expecto Patronum tattoos (March 18th - May 27th)

stileboludo: are you excited for fantastic beasts? I CAN'T WAIT TILL NOVEMBER😭 J.K. Rowling: I'm about to see a first cut of the movie. I'm VERY excited.
Stasia Vertes: Living for July 31 and November 18... Anything before, between or after those dates are irrelevant J.K. Rowling: But you've got Fantastic Beasts 2 & 3 to come...
Dianne J. Brubaker: Not getting down... because this WILL happen. This is just the beginning. @jk_rowling got rejected, I will too! #ItsAllGood #AmWriting J.K. Rowling: I pinned my 1st rejection letter to my kitchen wall because it gave me something in common with all my fave writers! Aastha Shrivastava: wanna see a pic of ur rejection letter... can u please click it and tweet it J.K. Rowling: The Potter ones are now in a box in my attic, but I could show you @RGalbraith's? 😉 MAKEAWlSHHARRY: What kept you motivated? Did you ever just feel like giving up at some point? J.K. Rowling: I wasn't going to give up until every single publisher turned me down, but I often feared that would happen. J.K. Rowling: By popular request, 2 of @RGalbrath's rejection letters! (For inspiration, not revenge, so I've removed signatures.) Joshua Cunningham: were any of them the same people that turned down Harry? Did any of them make the same mistake twice? J.K. Rowling: Yes, the publisher who first turned down Harry also sent @RGalbraith his rudest rejection (by email)! Auradel Ma. Cirille: how do I get the courage to risk it all for the things that I love when I don't have enough of a support system if all fails? J.K. Rowling: I had nothing to lose and sometimes that makes you brave enough to try.
elizabethardell: when can we get a Pottermore test to find out what our boggart would be? J.K. Rowling: If you need a test to find out what your boggart would be you're either fearless or addicted to quizzes.
kiethly: I wonder, what makes Albus Dumbledore so fond of Mr. Scamander? i felt the need to ask you J.K. Rowling: Albus Dumbledore is fond of Newt Scamander for the same reasons that I am fond of Newt Scamander. You're welcome.
Adam Mahan: Besides Harry, who is your favorite character in the series? J.K. Rowling: Dumbledore.
Potterish: but we also know that Dumbledore has come to defend him. So, was the expulsion revoked? :) J.K. Rowling: Dumbledore was a young teacher at the time Newt was expelled. He wasn't able to revoke expulsions.
Fascinating Pictures: Brilliant picture of an Axolotl, a salamander from Mexico. They have the ability to regenerate lost body parts. J.K. Rowling: It's quite difficult to invent beasts that are more fantastic than creatures in the real world. ❤️ the Axolotl!
ʀᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ: chinese water deer look like when you pretend to be a walrus with chopsticks J.K. Rowling: Again with the nature-outdoing-fantastic-beasts thing: a weredeer.
trieduntrue: My son's using "Avada Kedavra" on me instead of saying "i hate you." Makes me wish there were more killing curses. #HarryPotter J.K. Rowling: Tell him your love would protect him from that curse. Do Dobby eyes as you say it. Should scar(e) him out of it.
J.K. Rowling: Exciting morning at rehearsals for #CursedChild. What do you think of our wand designs? #HarryPotterPlay
Sisi Hu: Guess no one can answer this question except you, Ms. Rowling. ;) "Did J.K. Rowling rewrite after every rejection?" J.K. Rowling: No. My agency made a couple of suggestions when they took me on, but after that I made no changes until I had an editor.
kənøbınəs: Can we expect to see #CursedChild in other countries ? France, for example ? J.K. Rowling: We're hoping to take #CursedChild to other countries in due course. #HarryPotterPlay
J.K. Rowling: Once again, it's the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts so, as promised, I shall apologise for a death. This year: Remus Lupin. J.K. Rowling: In the interests of total honesty I'd also like to confess that I didn't decide to kill Lupin until I wrote Order if the Phoenix. J.K. Rowling: Arthur lived, so Lupin had to die. I'm sorry. I didn't enjoy doing it. The only time my editor ever saw me cry was over the fate of Teddy. 😢 Georgia Horan: Remus is and always will be my favourite character in the Harry Potter universe. J.K. Rowling: The best tribute he could have.
Simon Zerafa: Any comments to the theory that Dumbledore make Fawkes a Horcrux? :-) -> … Seems a reasonable theory ;-) J.K. Rowling: The idea that anybody believes this is strangely upsetting to me. Daniel Allan Throop: J! Yes, i totally watched it, and it is odd that she doesn't say yes or no, merely that it upsets her. Which means ? J.K. Rowling: It means no. quirkypsyche: But.. This theory does makes sense at many points.. Right? J.K. Rowling: Not if you've read and understood the books.
Kate: i wanna get 'expecto patronum' tattooed & it'd mean the world if it was in ur handwriting. here's why:') essay on why it will help her not commit suicide Kate: i really hope you see this @jk_rowling. it doesn't take long to read, I promise. J.K. Rowling: I love that you're working to heal and protect yourself. You deserve this. I hope it helps.
Trevor Matulka: Sitting at work thinking: was Voldemort defeated because Harry was a better wizard or a better human being? J.K. Rowling: Better humans make better wizards.
J.K. Rowling: Goodbye NY ❤️ Next time I see you, I'll be bringing #FantasticBeasts...
fantastic james: Will the Cursed Child make me cry? J.K. Rowling: If it doesn't, we'll be checking your vital signs. jett black wolf: why are you like this J.K. Rowling: I'm a writer. If you're not feeling, I'm not doing it right.
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