Cornelius Crumpet lived in an unassuming house on an ordinary street in a simple village. If you saw him on the street, you wouldn’t even give him a second glance. However, if you followed him home to his garden behind the house, you would learn that Cornelius Crumpet was anything but ordinary.
Within his garden dwelt a menagerie of magical creatures. Cornelius was from Walpurgisnacht, a wonderous land and home to witches and wizards. Having specialized in plant and animal spells, Cornelius felt uncomfortable around the other masters of magic.
“So Corney, what are you going to do next? Make a flower bloom,” mocked the other wizards. The witches were no better, incessantly asking him to make perfumes from his flowers as if he were a local chemist.
So he left Walpurgisnacht and settled in Islington, where he opened a flower and pet shop.
After a hard day’s work, the wizard likes to come home and tend his garden of delights until the moon hangs high in the sky.
His creatures tell him stories of their time in the ether, and he shares his life in the human world.The next time you spot an unassuming man walking down the street with a dragon sticking out of his pocket, wave and say, “Hello, Cornelius. How does your garden grow?”








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