Black script lettering reading Riddikulus on the side of a finger beside a brass ring, shown as a small temporary tattoo.

Riddikulus script word tattoo on a finger

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

The image is a collage. A large black script word, Riddikulus, sits on a plain white background at the top, with two smaller photographs below. One shows the paper-backed transfer lying on artificial grass, and the other shows the lettering on the side of a finger wearing a brass ring. The script has smooth, even monoline strokes with no shading, and the ink is solid black against a pale background.

Lettering Hand Word Script Finger Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Old Hannah Mewes had the last boat in Gullhaven that still went out before the light, and the boggart had taken to riding in her nets. It came up with the herring every night, a grey thing with too many elbows, and when the men hauled it the sea went silent so that no one could hear the gulls. Her crew stopped singing. Young Tam Pell stopped sleeping, and by the third week of October he was sure his own shadow had grown longer than his body.

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Hannah did not believe fear could be fought with a gutting knife. Her mother had told her that a boggart feeds on being taken seriously, so on the morning of the fourth catch she sat on the gunwale, filled her pipe, and waited for it to show its face in the wet mesh.

It came up slowly, as it always did, shaped like the one thing each man aboard dreaded most. For Tam it was his father's empty oilskin. For the cook it was a bailiff with a ledger. Hannah had nothing to offer it but a wide-mouthed laugh. "Riddikulus!" she bellowed, and the whole crew, who had been gripping their oars, found they could not stop laughing at the sight of a coat tripping over its own sleeves.

The boggart shrank to a crab, then a wet stone, then nothing at all. That night they sang again, badly, and Tam slept through till noon. When they asked Hannah how she had known the word would work, she only shrugged and said her mother had made her practise it on the cat.