The point of this game is to find compromising photos of other charries and add captions that explain what's going on. Thanks to Tally (of the Garunga variety) for the idea!



Lucy says: "He won't be bothering us anymore, Grey!"



Wendell Darrow, avid bird watcher: "Quick, quick, get a photo of that Aegithalos caudatus!"

Apollo Sinistra, business man: "No Miss Snidgeton, my article this week will focus on the national recession."

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Atlas Caedmon's secret life as an unenthusiastic stripper.






Jasper Christie, after a bit of 007-style driving: "It was only a coffee shop... this never happens to James Bond."

Calixtus Ferox, after helping Jasper win over some diamond traders when Wendell refused a repeat of his performance as the woman "more beautiful than the most favored camel of the Shah." Cal has since assumed the title.

Jasper Christine as he left a Muggle nightclub, sadly Mr Christie was unable to comment on his behaviour.

Amadeus: Heegads! The internet really is for porn after all!

Ivy Ballantine on a stake out with her favorite partner, Snuggle-Poo!

Why Arty never gets more than a first date from most guys... a lack of shared bird saving interests.

Don't tease Snuggle-Poo, he kills on sight.


How Sofia bails prisoners out of jail. "Don't worry about security. I've handled it."

Daphne answering a call...but from whom? Secret lover?

Cal falls victim to the Holiday Spirit:

Margot Blanchard: Could Really Use an Umbrella.

Carmen Snidgeton, reporting:
I'M MELTING! I'M MELLLTTTTIINNNGG!

After a grueling Amateur Night at the strip club, Mont failed to realize that the phone elevator didn't require change, and that it might be a good idea to tuck his legs in before dialing in his destination.

Pinkie Pie, beloved pet of Jasper Christie, crosses the ocean...

...in preparation for a political takeover in oblivious America.

Constance several moments before she AKs herself.
"Yes, grandma, I love this dress you made. It's my favorite."

Wesley Coleman is spotted escorting nefarious mob boss Aleksandra Mikhaylova to the opera. "What do you mean, you didn't enjoy yourself? You told me you loved La bohème, Aleksandra!"

Constance Fallon, Auror, comes out about her coffin fetish:



All her suitors but one, a Mr. Roscoe Blaine, are suddenly and mysteriously called out of the country.

Reclusive potions expert Calixtus Ferox, after an eventful night out with Atlas Caedmon.

Sioned Baines finally meets her hero, Amadeus Faulkner, at the Ministry Christmas party 1998.

So yeah...I fail at funny captions but I really wanted to post this picture.

Is this the new uniform of the Leaky Cauldron?

At Ivy's request, Derry has a talk with Constance about all her issues...



...and is at an absolute loss.

Derry: Ehhhh...*cough* Look Constance. Life is hard. But it gets better. You're not the only one who's lost a loved one, you know. I know more dead people than you do, I'll bet! No need to get all prideful about the body count y'know, it's just the way life is.

Constance: *deathly silence*

Derry: ...

*picks at muggly sleeve*

*stares*

...My wife picked this out for me. Do you have a wife? I mean, do you have a husband? Or a boyfriend or a significant somethingorother? No of course you don't, you're not wearing a bloody ring, though if you're anything like my sister you probably have a spare hubs or two hiding in a closet somewhere, all strung up with your dress robes and winter cloaks. Ahahaha. Ha.

Constance: *disgusted expression*

Derry: ...Ha.

*stares*

...Is that a new Nimbus they're advertising on Quidditch Weekly?




Meanwhile, Derry is thinking Oh God that expression she looks like ma when ma was about to beat one of us with a sheep's arse must escape find happy place where is Lucy???? Where, wife, where!? I bet Ivy planned this to be awful. I wonder if all the women on Level 2 are this high strung and I just thought it was Ive that was messed up bloody Maeve they're a department of crazies no wonder Potter is missing he was trying to escape from the brunette hotties league and they ate him! All of him, not just bits and pieces, and they'll never find a trace of the poor bugger!