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We have focused on parcels of malt whisky that in addition to their fruity or spicy charms have something animalic about them just beneath the surface.

This is a whisky of mossy woods as opposed to floral meadows; Menagerie is what you put into the hipflask ahead of a Tuscan truffle hunt. Newt sets his case open on the ground and whistles a note, sharp and clear; it cuts like a knife and sends everything buzzing, whirling, flying past him, the soft whisper of billywig wings and the harsh buzz of doxies and the mischevious twitter of pixies, the larger, air-moving gusts of an occamy as it lands on his shoulders.

Newt runs his fingernails down its spine when it nudges him with its scaly head. Then there's only Frank, and when Newt calls out to him he circles them, dropping slowly to the ground. His wings fold to his sides, Newt's careful spells already starting to wear off, and when Newt says, "Thank you," he nuzzles Newt, feathery head pressed close as Newt wraps his arms briefly around his neck.

A cushioning charm will do it, and he casts one on his shoes. Newt glances back at her. He jumps down, landing light on his feet, and his grip fails, nerveless, on his case. It drops to the floor as Newt runs toward Percival, the real one: drawn, exhausted, but alive. Pickett slips out of his sleeve as Newt wraps his arms around Percival's shoulders, winding his fingers into his lank hair as he presses his breathless, thankful smile into his cheek; "I'm so sorry," Newt says, "Percival, I'm so - ".

Newt turns his head slowly to see Percival - no, Grindelwald - standing only a few metres away, watching them curiously. Particularly when I have your trump card. I almost thought you hadn't seen through me at all. What gave me away? Newt doesn't look at the flicker of movement he sees in the corner of his eye. You phrase it well, but the way your creatures are so well-trained I wasn't lying to you earlier.

I could use your help. Grindelwald says, "A pity," and something shimmers, moves as Newt grabs Percival and dives out of the way —. His spell goes wide, red and crackling toward the ceiling; the expansive space is tight and small with the barely-visible glimmer of an occamy's scales.

Newt feels more than sees the build of Grindelwald's magic and chirps a sharp, desperate sound as the first cracks and breaks the disillusionment and his hastily-woven shield; the occamy spins her head to stare at him as she turns visible - and, thankfully, chirps back. She shrinks with as much speed as she grew, diving toward Newt's pocket with a pinpoint accuracy that makes Grindelwald's second spell also hit hard against the brick walls.

Rosie's rumbling growl reverberates in the wide, empty space. Newt bites back a smile and coughs into his hand as Grindelwald stills. Grindelwald, slowly, does. Avada - ". He trips with an invisible hand around his ankle and Rosie pounces, teeth at his throat as his wand clatters to the floor.

When Newt looks back at Percival he's watching Newt as though he hung all the stars in the sky, and Newt drops his gaze for a moment, cheeks pinking as he smiles.

He presses his lips to Newt's forehead and Newt lifts his head to kiss him, quiet and chaste, before Percival pulls away. He walks over to Grindelwald's unconscious body on the ground, eyeing Rosie lying on him languidly as he carefully bends down and picks up his wand. He steps on Grindelwald's prone hand for good measure, and when he points his wand at the man and casts a disgusted revelio , Grindelwald's features shift and change - and he appears to also be coming down with a case of strange boils.

Percival glances at Newt, his mouth twitching into a smile. I've been experimenting with diet and the effect on a nundu's poison - poor Rosie's been eating antelope and snails all week so she can't kill anyone - but, well - ".

Percival pulls him close and, shaking his head, muffles his laugh into Newt's jaw. They both spin around at the sound of boots on the floor, Percival's knuckles white on his wand and Newt grasping for the Swooping Evil in his sleeve, but it's some wizard Newt doesn't recognise dropping from the grate in the ceiling. He squints at them and says, "Mr Graves? The one with the The sound of the Apparation wards cracking and breaking is nothing compared to the dozen Apparations that follow, and Newt's attention is immediately fixed on Rosie who's risen to her feet, claws flexing.

He makes a pointed, chiding noise as he steps toward her, and she stares as him as though to say, another? This week we explore a bit of how to add arched text to a design and making use of multiple BX fonts. This is a recording from a class that I taught on how to create AND stitch a curved neckline embroidery design.

The fonts used in this project are BX fonts that have been installed into Embrilliance Essentials. Education is very important to me and I really do enjoy teaching people to use their software.

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