I don't own Charlie Bone
Piminy Street was deserted and silent, litter rolled down the streets and there was an eerie silence in the air. Every shop and house lay empty and had been for several months. People believed the previous residents had placed curses on the houses as an act of revenge because they were no longer welcome in the city. Many of them were skilled wizards and others had more unusual powers. As yet no one had enquired in buying a house down Piminy Street.
Mrs Kettle's business had gone down hill. Customers rarely visited her kettle shop, for they still feared the Street. The city had changed a lot since the good endowed had won the battle, but Piminy Street was a reminder of those who had lost.
The residents of Piminy Street now lived near by Dr Loth's academy in the vain hope that one-day the money they had worked for would arrive. They had expected £1000 if not more but they got nothing.
Their houses are old and battered, their new street run down. When the Bloors had their down fall the people of Piminy Street fell with them.
But no one cared for they were the bad and the bad always lose. No one helps them when they need help, they just laugh. But for the people of Piminy Street, the war was not over. One day they would be powerful again. One day Charlie Bone would pay for what he did….
This was the only Piminy based thing I could think of
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