Nick Wolfe

Yes! I love the 2003 show, it's so much better than the new stuff. I love the bikes too, They're really quite nice. I think they capture the ones in the show pretty well.

I love the double decker couch set, but the micro manager set less so. I just don't like the angry kitty mouth face much. I think I might have liked it better if we had gotten one of the brick built angry kitties from the movie, when she has her mouth open all super big.

That's really nice! I like the bulk of it and the design of the hull is clever, just a great look.

Wow, this is marvelous! So is Dream. I hope you plan on doing all seven, I'd love to see them!

The original novel was Science Fiction, and where else would you suggest this go? Great model, though. I love the houses and Toto in particular. And the wicked witch's feet.

I sooooooooooooooooooooooooo want to see a Deadpool figure. I'd also love to see the watchmen characters, but I think it's pretty obvious Lego's not going to do that. Come to think of it they probably wouldn't do Deadpool either. Too many Os.

It looks real good. One suggestion might be to put a nice brick- built picture frame in the upper left hand cornet to take up some of that empty space, perhaps a knight with a cool pedestal or a brick-built staircase on the floor to add to a more intricate look. It just seems like it's kind of sparse. I also like the idea of the raised windows, but perhaps there could be a protruding arch above them to give it a more architectural look.

!!!!!!!!!!!Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!! He has the school robes on (sans the tie and sweater) very briefly in one scene in order to sneak past the death eaters at the school, but other than that, he never wears it, so it's pretty silly to have him in it for the set.

She has said that she will not write more because the studio makes her, but she might write more on her own. Besides, would you want some crap SPEWed out (pun intended) just for the sake of making money. I'd rather have nothing more than what we already have than some forced, halfass sequel line made just for the sake of making money. She's more respectable than that.

JK Rowling has forbidden WB from creating anything from the Harry Potter universe unless she has written it and she has written off the idea of an animated show before, so there will not be any sort of TV show in the near future, probably not at all. She has also said multiple times that she will not succumb to pressure from the studio to write more books and that the only reasons she would write more was if she wanted to and she felt that the book would be worth writing. She has said she would never write a garbage prequel book just to satisfy the studio. If she ever writes a prequel book, it would be in the far future, when she has had the time to put into it that she did with the first seven. She has said that she has considered writing more, but right now, it looks like Pottermore is the best we're going to get at the moment.

The thing about that is that the battle of Hogwarts set and last year's Hogwarts are supposed to be two parts of the same set, kinda. Both have major characters from the battle, and more people would have bought a big Hogwarts with McGonagall than with sprout, and other than the mandatory Harry, the two sets have completely different characters.

I've not seen those posters, but they look cool. I too want the train, but already have Diagon Alley. And, if Pottermore gets big enough, and continues the theme in the way many want it to, that might be enough to keep Lego going, but that's unlikely, seeing as Pottermore is based around the books and Lego has never based a theme off a book, without it first becoming a movie (seems kind of family unfriendly, not promoting reading and all, but it's probably better for business, books aren't as well publicized as movies. This rant got off topic really fast.) I want more lego Harry Potter.

I really like both of the ministers, but I can't stand the clone wars heads when integrated into heads like the Harry Potter ones (the eyes make them look really weird), I would have used the new Snape head for Scrimgeour instead.

Saw DH pt2 on opening night, but spent all yesterday sleeping. I felt that the movie was fantastic! Although some of the exposition was lost, which I hate, and the first fifth of the movie felt very rushed, the battle itself was beautifully done, and the prince's tale was quite beautiful. A few quips: 1. every time a horcrux was destroyed, it looked the same as all the others, instead of making each time unique. 2. the film changes the special effects of certain aspects, and, while they look cool, I'd rather have more continuity. But overall, even if it didn't stay entirely true to the book (and none of them do) I was very well done, definitely my new favorite. And now, lego. I'm not sure why , after seeing the movie, lego didn't release more sets with it, there are unlimited possibilities and they only released two sets to correspond with the movie. And even if they plan on releasing more later, they missed a huge opportunity, for children who just saw the movie and now want some lego sets to reenact their favorite scenes, they could have easily struck gold by releasing just a few more sets. -Derek I agree, that is hilarious. I love how they try to avoid spoilers in a really obvious way.

I say that, even if lego is thick enough to kill of the Harry Potter line, I would much rather spend my time imagining the possibilities of the line, than trying to decide it's fate. I would love a re-release of the clock tower. It's one of my favorite architectural stakes of Hogwarts, and I've been trying to make one for my Hogwarts, but it's really difficult when the clock alone costs ten bucks. I would love to see more small sized Hogwarts add-ons, for figures and for pieces to add to my own Hogwarts MOCs. I would also love to see more of Diagon alley and Hogsmeade, but the ministry, for me, seems second priority. I would also love a Lovegood house, If not just for the Xenophilius minifigure, but for something else to go with the Burrow, it looks so lonely on my shelf. I also want some Dirigible Plumbs.

Chapter 14 Macku started running down the pathway th Po-koro. After piling rocks on her bead to cover up her disappearance, she carved one of those “snorkels" that Takua had made. Cutting a hole in the floor under her dresser, she swam out to the edge of the bay and joined the road to Po-koro. This was one of those times she really wished she had accepted Kotu’s offer to join the adopt-a-rahi program. Knowing Kotu, she’d have ended up with the tarakava. Drawing herself from her thoughts, she returned her attention back to the path. The open desert was rising up into a canyon, she knew she was coming close. The Po-wahi quarry was less than two kio away from the village. As Macku entered the quarry, she looked around. It seemed to be deserted. Then, Hafu’s letter popped into her head. Turaga Onewa has made all carvers stop their other jobs and start making beds. Macku looked around. He was certainly right. Half finished carvings lay everywhere, tools in buckets laying everywhere. She stared at the statues, even unfinished they looked beautiful. She saw something to her right. A cart? she thought. She didn’t get a good look at it, it disappeared behind a statue before she could manage a glance. She walked up to the statue slowly. With a swift movement, she pushed her head around the block of stone. Nothing. Macku shrugged and passed it off as a hallucination brought on by dehydration. She turned and started back towards Po-koro. She wondered about the strange shape, but it was quickly wiped out of her mind by worry, as she remembered why she was here in the first place. Takua shaded his eyes as he and Pewku came out of the Po-koro highway. Traveling underground was never one of his favorite modes of transportation, but it was fast. And Vakama always made him use the Onu-wahi highway systems when he got an urgent notice. The chronicler had gotten a notice from Po-koro, summoning him to the village on account of a terrible outbreak. As his eyesight adjusted to the light now so generously flowing, he caught sight of Midak. Midak was an Onu-matoran rahi tender. He was somewhat eccentric. Unlike most Onu-matoran, Midak enjoyed bright sunlight, and was very claustrophobic, only venturing into the tunnels of Onu-wahi when absolutely necessary. He had also given Pewku to Takua, so the two were familiar. “Hi Takua,” he called out, shutting the gate to his ussal stalls and running up to walk beside the crab. “Hi Midak,” Takua responded. “Have you heard about the epidemic?” “Yeah, terrible.” Midak was jogging to keep up with Pewku. Takua reached down and lifted Midak onto the crab. “You going to help?” “Turaga Vakama sent me. Not that I wouldn’t have come on my own, but...” “I see,” Midak said, clearly not seeing. “What does he plan to have you do about it?” “He doesn’t plan anything, just sends me out to deal with it.” The two chatted for the rest of the short ride to po-koro. Upon arrival, they noticed the distinct change in the environment of the once happy and active village. For one, there was certainly a major decrease in the population. Where there used to be eighty or more matoran bustling about the crowded streets and things being traded and sold at every turn, there were now less than ten at any given minute, most of which were running errands for the sick. “It’s kinda depressing,” Midak commented. The two started toward Turaga Onewa’s hut as they surveyed the new environment of the once great village. Takua caught sight of a blue figure trudging through the sand coated village. “Macku?” he called after the gloomy looking matoran. She turned around. “Hi Takua.” She was the saddest he had ever seen her. She had a pot of flowers in her hands. “Are you here to find a cure, or just chronicle the plague?” “Vakama sent me to talk with Onewa.” Takua jumped down from Pewku, “Is Hewkii sick too?” Macku’s eyes started to tear. She mumbled something that sounded like a ”Yes,” but muffled into a sneeze. Takua put an arm around her and pushed her along. “Midak,” he called to the matoran sitting on the crab, “Can you take Pewku to the stables? I’m going to make a quick stop at Hewkii’s hut before seeing the Turaga. She should get along well with the Mahi.” Midak and Pewku scuttled off towards the stables. Macku, still sputtering like fire pit in Ta-koro, started off towards Hewkii’s hut in the northern complex of the village. As they started toward the residential complexes, Takua noticed huts with big, black “X”s on them becoming more frequent. He didn’t know what the X stood for, but he had a fair idea. The two matoran were trudging up the mountainside. Macku had pulled herself together and was walking straight now. As they passed matoran homes, Takua noticed that more than half of them were adorned with a big black X. He even noticed a matoran painting the symbol on one of the huts. Takua wished they had chosen something different. The X seemed too much like “elimination,” like the matoran inside were doomed, as good as dead. He was sure the matoran inside felt no better about the symbol. Macku drew to a stop in front of one of the larger huts, adorned with a more decorative and solemn X. Probably put there by Hafu. Macku knocked on the door. “Come in,” a deep voice called from behind the door, not Hewkii’s. The two matoran entered. Takua gasped as he came in. Not only was Turaga Onewa there, indicating something unique about Hewkii’s case, but the matoran himself looked horrible. Black and rust red had spread across his armor, along with the disgusting stench of rusted metal. His eyes had turned a sickly shade of his normally energetic bright red. He lay in a bed, that too was articulately carved, by Hafu, no doubt. Takua noticed the decorative design on his bed resembled Macku, and Hewkii standing together, smiling. Hewkii coughed violently and Macku rushed over to him, setting her flowers on his bedstead. Takua stepped over to the Turaga, who was deep in conversation with a matoran, apparently the village medic. He heard the words “worst case yet,” before he reached the two. “Turaga Onewa," He gave a quick bow, “Turaga Vakama sent me here to help wherever I can.” “Thank you chronicler, I will fill you in in just a minute.” The Turaga turned back to the medic. Takua turned and stepped back to the bed. Hewkii and Macku were already deep in conversation. Takua pulled a chair from the side of the room and slid it under Macku. He then stepped over to Hewkii’s shelves. Most were lined with trophies or statues. One close to the bottom had a Kolhii ball on it. It was unusually shiny for a kolhii ball, even one of Hewkii’s. He leaned closer and saw inscribed on it the word Comet. “Takua,” Onewa called the chronicler over to the door, the medic walked out, tending to one of his other patients. “Let’s talk outside. Leave Hewkii some privacy.” Takua quickly ran over to the Turaga and followed him out of the hut. Turaga Onewa quickly filled Takua in as they traveled down the mountain. They didn’t believe that it was contagious as the cases didn’t seem to be related in any way. They had no Idea what might be causing the sudden illnesses. “I do, however, think Makuta is involved in some way. The symptoms are incredibly reminiscent of the early stages of the madness. I fear that if left untreated, this could evolve into a horde of infected matoran.” “Or they could all die,” Takua added. “Right.” The Turaga shifted uncomfortably. “Did Vakama specify what exactly you were to do?” “No,” Takua responded. “He hoped you might have something to let me help with.” “Well,” said the Turaga. “Try what you can, I’ll be in my hut if you need me.” Takua stopped walking. He wondered what he might be able to do to cure a village of sick matoran. He turned around and looked at the mountainside. The house in front of him, was marked with a big X. Well, he thought, Might as well start at the source. He stepped toward the house and knocked on the door. “Come in,” a sickly voice rattled from inside. Takua opened the door with a rusty scratch. He poked his head into the hut. A rusted matoran lay in the bed, he stared at the door as Takua entered. “Hello,” He said. “Hello,” Takua responded somewhat awkwardly. “I’m Takua. I’ve been told by Turaga Onewa to try and help find a cure for the, um, plague. I figured it might be a good idea to take a look around some of the matoran’s homes.” “Well, if your here to cure the ‘plague’ then, by all means, look around.” The rusting figure in the bed welcomed Takua into his home. The chronicler thanked the matoran, who said his name was Kovu. A kolhii player, Takua observed, as several Kolhii trophies sat on his shelf, among statues and trinkets. The Trophies were beautifully adorned with carvings, some of the cups were filled with trinkets, some with Kholi balls resting inside the rims. Nothing to original anywhere else in the room. A plant sat in the corner, similar to the one that sat in Hewkii’s home. Takua sighed, he figured that this might take longer than he thought.

Chapter 13 Kongu plodded around the Gukko force’s runway. The leader had sent a scout out over an hour ago, he should have been back by now. He called over Boreas, a standby. “Quick-find Shu and Talki,” he ordered, “We ride,” Boreas saluted and dashed off to find the others. Kongu hoped his thoughts were wrong, but somehow doubted it. He whistled for Ka, his gukko, to join him. The huge bird dropped out of the sky and gracefully descended onto the runway. “Good girl,” Kongu said, picking up a fish and tossing it up to the beautiful creature’s feathered head. The Gukko force captain heard a thunk behind him. He whirled around and saw Tamaru getting up from the ground. “Feet-stand Tamaru,” Kongu ordered. Tamaru stood up and dusted himself off. “What’s the bad-trouble?” he asked the captain. Tamaru was the force’s navigator, he would sometimes fly as a second. “Sent head-scout out long-time ago.” Kongu said as Boreas, Shu, and Talki came up. “Fear worst.” “Quick-look!” Shu interrupted Kongu’s speech. The matoran whirled around to look where Shu was pointing. Kongu gasped. About a Kio away, at the Nui Rama’s nest, A dark cloud was forming. Kongu knew what that meant. He swore under his breath at his slow reactions. Then started barking orders. “Gukko force, assemble! Call all members! Quick-ascend!” He pulled the nearest matoran to him. “Assemble quick-team, get Turaga Matau to a safe-hold down-tree.” He grabbed a pile of disks and pushed them into Tamaru’s arms. “Tamaru, quick-leap to Ka, wayfinder second.” Tamaru quickly dashed across to the other side of the runway. Kongu pulled aside a matoran holding lightstones. "Ka, takeoff. Now!” He dashed over to Ka and Tamaru. Ha gave a nod to the matoran marshal he pulled over as he got onto the Gukko bird. Kongu patted Ka as the marshal cleared the runway. Kongu calmed himself as he began the take off. Ka clawed the wood platform anxiously. The marshall called out the countdown. “Three!” Kongu stared forward as the swarm of nui-rama drew closer. “Two!” He flipped down his visor. “One!!” He cricked his neck. “Now!” Kongu gave a starting kick to Ka. There was a flash of sound and colors as the gukko took off. They flew into the heat of battle, Kongu concentrating to keep them on track. Tamaru readied a disk and sang out over the roaring winds, to lighten the mood. “Da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da.” Kongu swerved into the swarm as soon as they were able. “Now!” he called back to his second. Tamaru started catapulting disks at the gigantic bugs that were trying to take Le-koro. The gukko force was a powerfully intense faction, but even it’s full-blown power wasn’t enough to ward off an entire swarm of nui-rama. Kongu pulled up out of the swarm, trying to figure out a way to take out more of the creatures at once. He turned around and started flying back to Le-koro “What, where, why?” Tamaru looked forward at his pilot. “I’ve still got fly-disks. Why’re we wind-riding home-bound?” “I’ve quick-thunk idea!” he returned confidently, flying full speed toward Le-koro. The loading dock was full of gukko pilots and all kinds of birds. Ka flew over the ground and skidded to a stop. Kongu jumped off mid-skid. He had a plan. Lewa carried himself through the trees, half jumping, half running. His mask of levitation could only do so much, so he used power over the winds to push him along the trees back to Le-koro. He heard the battle raging above him and wanted to join, but withdrew, for lack of a plan. He hoped to reach Le-koro and be of some help there. He stopped his race suddenly when he heard a scream from overhead. He looked up and jumped back just in time to avoid being hit by a falling object. He looked at it and saw it was two matoran riding on a kewa bird. He watched as the two fell, That's it, he decided, I’m going up there to kick some makuta-fly butt! The toa shot up through the canopy of trees above him and into the swarm. He watched as matoran fought huge bugs. He turned around just in time to dodge one of the rahi flies coming right for him. He called a gust of wind to push him from the thing’s path. He followed the beast as it pulled back up into the swarm and caught it by calling up a cold front, cutting it off. He sped toward the thing and let his ax sail through the monstrous, metal clad abdomen. It let out a high pitched scream as it fell out of the sky. Lewa winced as he whirled around, slicing through two more of the immense things. Flashes orange and green fluttered around. “Come and grab-get me!” the toa of air screamed. Apparently the bugs heard them as a new group of them swerved towards Lewa, attempting to overwhelm him. The toa shot up out of the cloud of bugs. The rahi on his tail quickly followed, flying up after him, swooping around, following the toa out of the swarm. Lewa smiled, they had done just what he wanted them to do. He was able to pick them off, one by one, by sweeping down and running his axe through the rahi at the end. Soon there were only two left, at witch point, he spun around and rammed them, cutting both in half, right down the middle. Lewa spat. “Icky-gross,” he mumbled, he was covered in bug guts. The toa of air took a breath and dived into the swarm, taking out four more bugs on the way down. He looked around. Even at this rate, it would be impossible to kill all of them in time. He looked up as the rahi began carrying the matoran back toward their nest. Lewa sighed and returned to his valiant battle with the bugs. Kongu climbed back onto Ka. “Ready?” he called. He had three gukko riders on the runway with gigantic pods. “May I know what this havy-cold thing is?” Tamaru asked. “Big-strength rama-spray,” Kongu replied. He had filled three metal pods with a toxic spray comprised of nui rama blood and Ranama urine. Ranama are one of the only predators of nui rama. He also rigged the container to open and spray the liquid as soon as a pin in the top is pulled out. “Three!” Kongu stared forward as the swarm drew closer. “Two!” He flipped down his visor. “One!” He cricked his neck. “Now!” Kongu gave a starting kick to Ka. The group once again started for the swarm of vicious rahi. Kongu prayed to the great beings that his plan would work. He heard Tamaru singing behind him, but blocked it out. He had to concentrate. The three birds rose fast above the jungle stretching out under them. Kongu knew he needed to make this perfect. He gave some fast hand signals to the other riders, who split up, each taking to a third of the swarm. Three bugs separated from the swarm and started for the riders. Tamaru, not faltering in his song, leaped to his feat and over the rama-bomb. He flung three disks with deadly precision, taking each out. “Nice hard-shot.” A complement from Kongu when he was flying was very rare. “Thank you commander. Da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da,” Tamaru incorporated the thanks into his song. Kongu saw his opportunity approaching quick. He felt the inner countdown begin, deep inside his gut. Three! Kongu kept his course. Two! His eye twitched. One! He took a deep breath. “Now!” He shouted so loud that his single word echoed across the entire jungle. He felt tamaru push the huge pod over the side, and he heard the two pods spraying the nui-rama with the potent concoction. Wait! he thought, Two? He turned and looked down at the string his pod was attached to. Still attached to! Kongu shouted back at Tamaru. “Turn us around!” Kongu leaped over the edge of the bird as Tamaru lunged into the driver’s seat. The gukko force captain slid down the string holding the pod secure. Just as Ka reached the spot where the others had dropped their bombs, Kongu made contact, dislodging the pod from the pin keeping it in place. Kongu heard the sounds of the fan inside the pod beginning to whirr and smelled the rancid spray spread over the swarm. In the split second that he thought that, he forgot where he was. He quickly remembered and scrambled to catch hold of the pin tied to the string tied to the bird. “Back to Le-koro!” he called. He desperately clung to the string as the Tamaru flew them back to Le-koro. As they lowered down onto the runway, Kongu was greeted by a platform crowded with matoran, all clambering to congratulate the gukko force on their victory. Kongu stepped forward. “I love the smell of rama-blood in the morning!” he exclaimed, whipping off his visor. “Where’s Turaga Matau?” The crowd seemed to quiet as a matoran pushed his way to the front of the crowd. Kongu’s smile faded as he saw what he was carrying. “I’m deep-sorry,” the matoran handed Kongu Matau’s Turaga staff. Kongu looked back, past Tamaru falling off Ka, at the retreating Rama swarm, and the small figures they were carrying. “They took most of the village,” the matoran continued, in deep sorrow. Kongu returned seriously “and Lewa?” “They stole-took him too.” Kongu stepped forward to the edge of the platform. “Then, tomorrow we ride once more.”

Chapter 11 Macku sat in her hut moping. Turaga Nokama had confined her to the village, for fear that her adventurous nature would get her into trouble with rahi. This also meant that she was confined to the village for the Kolhii match in Po-koro. The matoran lay down on her bed, and sighed. Toa Gali had stayed in the village for only a short time, listening to Nokama’s explanation of her quest. She then set off for Kini-Nui to find the other toa. Macku sat up on her bed and stared at the light fish lamp hanging from the ceiling. She loved staring into the small, careless life of a light fish. She remembered Kotu saying once that they have no brain, they just swim in circles their whole life, not accomplishing anything. Macku always felt that was a useless tidbit of information. The gloomy matoran stood up and walked over to the window. She saw Kotu out on the lilly pad next to her own. She spotted Macku looking at her. “Come on out, I’ve got something to show you.” She said, beckoning for Macku to come over. Macku pushed aside the vines that served as the door to her hut and walked over to Kotu. “Take a look at this,” she said holding out a large, wooden crate. Macku looked the thing over for a moment before handing it back to Kotu. “Tell me it’s not snoring.” Macku could see what was coming. Kotu loved playing pranks on other matoran. Her job to tend to and rehabilitate rahi who had been under the influence of makuta left her with endless opportunities to get people running down the docks in fear, and to get her in trouble with the Turaga. “Relax,” She said in her self assured tone. “It’s just a Pokawi, harmless.” Macku did need some cheering up, and she always got a kick out of Kotu’s pranks. “Alright,” she said, “that could be fun.” “I’m gonna leave it on Nireta’s doormat. When she opens it up, it’s going to leap out at her!” Macku thought that it was a good plan. “She said she was running down to the docks to give Marka some new maps. “Perfect!” Macku exclaimed. She ran over to her usual spot, tending to the plants in front of her hut. Sure enough, Nireta came trotting down the path a few minutes later. Macku hid behind the fern she was trimming and pried apart the fronds to peer at the outcomes of Kotu’s genius. She waited, stifling a giggle as Nireta peered over the package in front of her, before dragging it into her hut. Macku silently counted down the seconds. 3...2...1 “Eeeeeee!” The scream crashed through the fresh bay air like a stone into water. Macku and Kotu exploded in laughter as Nireta stormed out her front door with the small flightless, bird sitting on her head. “Kotu!” she shouted, standing perfectly still, not wanting to arouse the creature. The two pranksters came out of their hiding spots laughing. The rahi, however, did not get the message that it was part of a practical joke. Mistaking the laughter for a hostile hunting call, the thing leaped off Nireta's head. “Eeeeeee!” Nireta screamed, running back to her hut, as the pokawi started running around the lily pad, emitting the “pok pok pok” sound it’s species is known for. “No!” Kotu screamed, not wanting to have the creature leap off the edge of the floating village. Macku jumped to block the bird’s path. This, in turn, just frightened the rahi further. The pair chased the bird around Ga-koro until Kotu finally pinned the creature down and Macku got it back into it’s box. “You were right,” Macku laughed, “that was fun.” The two started back for the pad where Kotu kept all her rahi. “Here,” Kotu called to Macku as she dumped the Pokawi out of the crate and back into it’s pen. “I’ve got something even better over here.” She walked over to the side of the lily pad. The section of water adjacent to the lily pad had been cut off and turned into some sort of cage. Macku followed warily. Kotu often had a strange sense of what was better than what. Kotu leaned over the edge of the lily pad and gazed into the water, as if checking for something. Macku began to worry that this was one of Kotu's more judgment lacking moments. “Stand back now,” she said. I was planning on it Macku thought as she took a few steps backwards. Kotu gave a long, shrill whistle. The water beneath her began to churn and bubble. From the depths rose the massive teal figure of a tarakava. Kotu raised her arms above her head as she shouted dramatically, “I give you... Miru!” “Where did you...” Macku trailed off in awe and fell onto a crate. “Turaga Nokama turned it over to me until it recovered from it’s injury!” Kotu said excitedly, “I call her Miru ‘cause of her mask.” Macku looked at the face of the creature, indeed, the mask that Kotu had used to replace the infected one Toa Gali smashed was a great miru. “Please tell me you’re not going to sick that on anyone,” Macku asked, maybe a little less seriously than she should have. “No, this ones just for show.” she responded, picking up a fish and tossing it to the creature, who caught it with a flourish of it’s mammoth jaws. “She’s one of my favorites already, certainly the biggest thing I’ve rehabilitated.” She whistled again and the beast sank back into the calm waters of the bay. “i don’t think I’ve got anything else interesting today.” Macku breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, I think I’ll be getting home now,”Macku said, getting up from her crate. “Alright, macku,” Kotu said, turning back to a pen. “See you tomorrow.” Macku started back for her hut, in a much better mood than when she had left. When she arrived back at her hut she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Macku spun around to see Okoth the trader staring back at her. “I’ve got a delivery for you from Po-koro,” She said smiling. “Thanks,” Macku said, taking the letter, a small Piece of paper wrapped in a larger piece of parchment. She turned around and headed back ito her hut. She sat down on her bed and opened the letter. Dear Macku, I regret to inform you that Hewkii has fallen ill to a pandemic that has taken much of Po-koro. He is not doing very well and I felt that you should know. Turaga Onewa has made all carvers stop all other jobs and start making special beds designed to help everyone stricken ill recover. Everyone here is trying their hardest to help find a cure. Sincerely, Hafu Macku’s cheery mood quickly evaporated, replaced with worry. She paced her hut grasping the letter. She knew that Turaga Nokama would not let her leave the village, even under these circumstances. Then, an idea dropped into her mind. She dropped the letter and dashed out of the hut. A few minutes later Macku returned, carrying three rocks and a bamboo pole. She lay the rocks on her bed, medium, biggest, smallest, then pulled the cover over them. She wasn’t quite the artist that Hafu was, but it did look a lot like a sleeping matoran. She then picked up her hunting knife and started carving at the bamboo pole. Chapter 12 Kopaka leaped into the air and drover his sword into the shoulder of the beast. The two toa had started down the mountain, shortly after which, they were attacked by this creature. Kopaka tried to use his sword as leverage to remove an infected mask from the things shoulder, but it’s armor was too thick. He drew his sword out an tried again, loosening the mask. Kopaka saw Pohatu aim a kick for the beasts right shoulder. Last time he had done that, Kopaka remembered, the rock had gone sailing off across the island. The toa of ice really hoped his new acquaintance had good aim. He was, in fact, so busy worrying about Pohatu’s aim that he failed to notice a huge, clawed paw scooping him off the shoulder, and pinning him on the ground. Kopaka reached for his sword, but couldn’t find it. He stared up, past the giant, catlike face coming toward him. His weapon was still stuck in the beast’s shoulder. Kopaka mumbled a swear, wishing he’d taken the mask at the top of the mountain. He tried to rip out his shield, but his arms were pinned to his side. Kopaka tried one last chance to free himself from the huge grasp of the monster. He tried to freeze it’s paw off. His being a toa of ice should make it no big task. However, his icy grip couldn’t penetrate the hide of the creature. The toa braced himself. At least I’ll have my head ripped off with dignity. The noble toa clamped his eyes shut. Then he felt a shadow fall over him. “This isn’t what you were leading us to, right?” The toa of stone was standing between Kopaka and the snapping jaws of the rahi, literally holding it’s jaws from the other toa. Kopaka didn’t appreciate the joke. “No,” he replied coldly, wriggling his way out of the monster’s grip while it was distracted. He pulled his arms free and yanked his legs out from under the huge paw. He got to his feet, ignoring the pain in his knee and leaped back to it’s shoulder, taking hold of his sword. He tried again to pull the mask from it’s mount. Having no winnings to show for his labors, he pulled the sword from the beast’s shoulder and leaped down to save Pohatu. “’Bout time!” he said, seeing Kopaka landing beside him. The toa of ice closed his eyes and concentrated, gathering energy. When he opened them, he acted with speed and precision. He dashed to the other side of the great cat and threw his sword toward the beast’s mouth. He shouted as he let all of his pent up energy out through his hand. The shock wave of energy flowed through the length of the sword and shot out the tip. Ice flowed from the sword’s edges to the monster’s mouth, encasing it in a thick layer of ice. Kopaka started to fall backwards, but was caught by Pohatu, somehow already behind the toa of ice. Kopaka started to black out, but had an idea. He stood up, shaking himself free of Pohatu’s grip, and staggered to the beast’s shoulder. Pulling himself up onto the thing, he drove his sword to into the space between the rusted, pitted mask and the thing’s shoulder. Once again, he called energy into his core and out his hands. This time, as the cold energy jetted out the end of the sword, it coated the mask in a layer of ice, severing the magnetic connection holding it to the thing’s shoulder. The mask dropped to the ground and smashed. The beast, dazed, slowed it’s thrashing. Kopaka leaped to the creature’s other shoulder, seeing that Pohatu’s rock-kick had had little effect. He thrust his sword into that shoulder much the same as the other. He watched, fuzzily, as the mask dropped to the ground and shattered. The rahi stopped thrashing altogether, and collapsed. Kopaka fell to the ground next to it. The last thing he saw as he blacked out was the form of Pohatu blurring and reappearing next to him. So that's how... Kopaka thought as the darkness came over him. Tahu stared at the sorry group. After visiting his village, his Turaga had told him to come to Kini-Nui to meet the other toa. He wasn’t fond of the idea to begin with, but after meeting his new team, he despised the idea entirely. After a quick introduction the four toa sat, silently, staring at each other. “Well,” Tahu began, “If were all quite finished with our conversation, I say we get going,” “And who made you big-leader?” Lewa stepped forward, staring Tahu in the eye. “The Turaga said there were six toa-heroes here, I only see four. Or are my eyes bad-broke?” “I doubt their arrival’s imminence,” Tahu said, not faltering in his leadership stance, but raising himself up a few inches. “And someone must take the initiative.” Lewa levitated a few inches from the ground, raising above Tahu, “Maybe, the one who fast-takes the ‘initiative’ should not be so quick-taking!” Tahu was about to make a comeback when Gali cut in. “Brothers,” she said soothingly, “Why must you quarrel so viciously. We will end up no better off than the rahi which we fight.” She laid a hand on the shoulders of both toa. “Sit down and we can decide this civilly.” “There is no civility in politics.” Tahu spat with disdain as he sat down. “Someone approaches,” Onua said calmly, staring off into the distance. Sure enough, two figures were coming up, one half carrying the other. “The other toa, perhaps?” Onua suggested. The toa of earth rarely spoke in conversation. Tahu wondered if this was because he was thinking deeply or if he had to think for that long just to come to the simplest conclusions. “Mind if we join the party?” One of the newcomers said. “Let me guess,” Gali said, “Toa. Come to Kini-Nui off direction from their village leaders?” “Yes,” The white armored toa mumbled. He got up from the bronze one and walked to the center of the temple. “Kopaka, toa of ice,” he introduced himself, he obviously wanted to be there less than Tahu did. “And you sure do sound the ice-froze part,” the green armored toa said. “Charmed,” Tahu switched his gaze from Kopaka to the bronze armored figure. “And you?” “Pohatu, toa of stone,” he replied, smiling. “We’ve just come from a fight with one of them rahi.” “Well, Pohatu,” Tahu said, “I am Tahu, toa of fire. These are Gali, Lewa and Onua, water, air and earth, respectively.” “Now that we've all introduced ourselves,” Gali stepped forward, “we should begin work on a plan. Remember, we are here to save the matoran, not bicker.” “Right,” Tahu stood up, trying to look imposing, but not coming off so, “We must begin looking for great masks. I say we begin looking for masks in the closest place, the volcano.” “You say a lot.” Kopaka stood up, forcing his way past the pain in his knee. He then addressed the rest of his group, “This Fire Toa is full of hot air. Will he be prepared for the heat of battle? Or will he burn out quickly?” Kopaka’s leadership pose looked more convincing than Tahu’s. “We need a leader who will not heat through his energy on petty superiority and falter at the first sign of danger.” He turned to face the toa of fire, “If I had my say, the evil on this island is about to learn that justice can be very... cold.” “Precisely my point.” Lewa leaped between Tahu and Kopaka raising his axe. “I say we hard-leave the bad-ways of the firespitter and choose a new toa-leader, like me.” “Please, stop!” Gali leaped forward, “We should work as one, a team.” “A rahi must have a head,” Tahu replied. “It must also have a brain,” Lewa jabbed. “Oh, feisty are we?” Tahu hissed. “Brothers!” “Don’t ‘brother’ me Gali!” Tahu spun between his two adversaries. “If the boys can’t behave...” Pohatu stepped over, but was cut off by another barrage of insults from Tahu. After a few minutes of arguing from the group of heroes, Lewa spoke up. “Enough!” He roared, silencing the rest of the toa. “We are nowhere-getting fast! If you want to whine, that’s fine, but I’m going to save the matoran.” He started towards the jungle. Tahu called after him, “I don’t like this any more than you do!” “Lewa’s got the right idea,” Kopaka said, starting for the mountains. “Kopaka, Lewa!” Gali called after them, but her efforts showed no effect. “Let them leave,” Tahu spat, “Anyone with any sense should follow me.” He too trudged off. “Wait,” Gali called after, “Well,“ she said, turning around. “At least you two are still...” She stopped when she realized she was talking to thin air. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered as she trudged back towards Ga-koro.

I agree, I just use the tousled hair in brown, it's more like i imagined him in the books.

Love the fig, especially the ironic hair piece. Ratcliffe is a cool villain, but I'd like to see Frollo or, a real challenge, Scar (my two favorites).

Alright, I think I see it now. It just seems like there's a connector piece missing. Never ming, I'll find out for myself when I get the set.

No, I mean how it connects to last years Hogwarts, It seems like it should come with another little connecting wall segment, like were included in last years Hogwarts to give it some modularity, otherwise something would have to be left out.

Great review! Could you take some pictures of it attaching to the other Hogwarts? Also, I think that Lupin would look better with Neville's hair instead of that orange Lockhart hair, it makes him look like a Weasley.

Not sure if it's the right size, but the Dumbledore microfigure from the Harry Potter game works pretty well, I think it would work better than the trophy, but not as well as the brick built one.