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A couple of farmers have been talking about sightings of a large wild cat of some kind, but when the try to chase after it to get a better...
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Bet you didn't know that the latest news is the performer on the net who goes by 'BlueEyed' is taking up schooling in Tallygarunga! Even s...
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No longer "AT", but we saw THAT coming.
It's official. Papers have been filed, and the unexpectedly long marriage of @Adele DeVylissea is over. Dear oh dear. At least the Drunk...
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Using Tally Gossip
Posting Gossip Small towns are notorious for gossip. The wizarding community that inhabits Narragyambie and Tallygarunga is no exception. B...
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Shio's Folks
Ignatius LarueAge: 16Gender: MaleHouse: Bourke Iggy is of the quiet sort, often keeping to the edge of social gatherings even though he r...
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Cait Doesn't Know What the S in Splotting Means
Brinley Abraham Grisham 11 | Transfer Student | 1st Year | Profile Link   ABOUT: Sent to live with his uncles in Austra...
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Welcome to the Black Parade
Blacky's Characters Always up for plots and new things, so feel free to toss in ideas!   Amanda (Amy) Lee7 | Description ...
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Vil's wildlings
Plots! Splots! Spots! Lots! Socks! ... okay I'll stop now As a general rule I'm pretty much down for anything. I don't hugely enjoy f...
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Highlights
Unflushable...
Rachel was like that floater that just refused to flush... And it was Audrey's self-designated job to be there for him and the kids whenev...
Miss Piggy Del
"What a delightfully ugly snort there, Adele! Don't tell me the pink cheeks are spreading and affecting your brain, I'm not sure how I'll ...
Blood to Blood, Shade to Shade
"...The other part owner is basically dead, and his wife is a swamp donkey. She let the place go and refused to do anything to save it, so...
Unwavering Faith
"Mamiere will cook." Caleb interjected, before looking squarely at Zane. "And then you will die." ...
Adoptables
Timothy Blair
Co-CEO of PartyBox, Chef One of Stu's infamous 'Blair Triplets' Was a prankster in Spencer with his siblings Co-CEO of a successful party business w...
Liam Burdett
Public Relations Representative Youngest of the Burdett brothers Of his siblings, is closest to Liz Works for the Australian Federal Ministry of Magic as a ...
Kalea Taylor
Fifth-Sixth Year Is either in her fifth, or sixth year. Age dependent on what year she's in, and time of year born [hence the range] Excellent came...
Emily Burdett
Single Mother Youngest sister of Alan Burdett Former Flinders, class of 2001 Protective baby of the family Has a daughter from a sca...
Adam Longhurst
Interior Designer Is the twin brother of Matthew Belmont Currently has custody of his half-siblings, Aiden and Valerie Longhurst Has been in a...
Elizabeth Burdett
Waitress - Melbourne Eldest of the Burdett sisters Struggling actress Among her siblings, closest to Liam Does not enjoy country life ...
Alison (Surname)
Main occupation up to player | Base guitarist in Franklin Struck Gold squib born to wizard parents, though was still placed in wizarding school in the hopes that she might prove to just be a late bloomer (...
Petros Karras
Job up to you...
Lilah Karras
Bilby...
Kristen James
Author...
Morgan Richter
Seventh Year Parents: Mason Richter & Carlotta (Last) Raised solely by her mother Mother is at least half Brazilian, father is parti...
Thomas Blair
Co-CEO of PartyBox, Events Manager One of Stu's infamous 'Blair Triplets' Was a prankster in Spencer with his siblings Co-CEO of a successful party business w...
Kora Karras
Up to you...
Tamarah Blair
Star Quidditch Chaser One of the infamous Blair Triplets Has a love for all sports, but always especially for Quidditch Was picked up to play for...
Lily Quinland
Bilby Student...
Awards
Kaitore
Kaitore achieved Welcome Level Two
Brinley Grisham
Brinley Grisham achieved Prolific Poster Level Two
Boli
Boli achieved Welcome Level One
Shio
Shio achieved Plotter Level One
Cait
Cait achieved Rambunctious Reactor Level One
Cait
Cait achieved Explosive Level One
Teddy Davis
Teddy Davis achieved Prolific Poster Level One
Ignatius Larue
Ignatius Larue achieved Prolific Poster Level One
Shio
Shio achieved Listed in Member Directory
Brinley Grisham
Brinley Grisham achieved Status Star Level One
Cait
Cait achieved Plotter Level One
Squiggy Lux
Squiggy Lux achieved Prolific Poster Level One
Brinley Grisham
Brinley Grisham achieved Rambunctious Reactor Level One
Cait
Cait achieved Listed in Member Directory
Cait
Cait achieved Prolific Poster Level One
Cait
Cait achieved Welcome Level One
Tyson McKennis
Tyson McKennis achieved Explosive Level Two
Jonathan Azai
Jonathan Azai achieved Explosive Level Two
Athelney
Athelney achieved Prolific Poster Level One
Maksim Valentin
Maksim Valentin achieved Explosive Level Two
Characters
Savannah Ryan
15 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human You will find that Ava is bright and intelligent for her age. She has a playful kind of personality and an easy laugh. Ava enjoys being h...
Leander Hue
26 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human While Leander is generally fair in grading, he dislikes untidy workspaces and is strict on his students in this area.  Lee loves organiz...
Maks Valentin
9 ☆ pb ☆ hu Maks is a cheeky little boy with a honey badger attitude to go along with it. Always cheerful, and willing to do whatever he wants and nee...
Eudoxia Miller
33 ☆ hb ☆ hu Eudoxia comes across to most people as cool and collected. She prides herself with always being in control of emotions, though she does no...
Salt Morgan
28 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Salt is shy, anxious and has little confidence. She is nervous and insecure. She is kind and although awkward, she is welcoming and will o...
Boaz Izem
30 ☆ mb ☆ hu Boaz would tell you he has led a fate filled life, full of dramatic personal relationships. This has led him to believe that he has all th...
Lilith Evenstar
24 ☆ pb ☆ hu Lilith becomes known to any community she joins very quickly, owing to her outgoing nature. She is fair and frank, preferring to be honest...
Alan Burdett
50 ☆ pb ☆ hu As a general rule, Alan is open, honest and likes to have a joke around. He was a Spencer student in school, and well known for his pranks...
Maddison Harris
16 ☆ mb ☆ hu Maddie is like a rose, a delicate flower who can prick you with thorns if mishandled. She is a bit shy but a complete goofball around her ...
Jonathan Azai
25 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Fae Jonathan is an enigma of switching phases and no one personality or image he shows is entirely true only a fragment of what he wants to b...
Morgan Ohara
13 ☆ hb ☆ hu Despite her situation, Morgan is a very sweet girl. She is rather shy, and introverted, but isn't afraid to make friends. She just needs s...
Rue Delaney
28 ☆ hbr ☆ fr Rue is odd. She’s always been odd. There’s just something mildly unsettling about her. It could be her eyes, that startling shade of ...
Samhain Eros
16 ☆ hb ☆ hu Samhain is very quiet, and prefers to be on her own. She views people as untrustworthy, and tends to avoid them. However, she desperately ...
Naoki Nakamura
17 ☆ pb ☆ hu Player Friendly Fake Outgoing Fashionista Polite Casual ...
Ethan King
24 ☆ mb ☆ hu Energetic | Hyperactive | Friendly | Focused | Spastic | Inquisitive ...
Iggy
16 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Fae Ignatius is a bit dreamy, easily distracted by a book or something new, which can make conversation with him difficult at times. He’s o...
Keith Anderson
45 ☆ hb ☆ hu Keith is a shy person when he is in a new place. However, once you get to know him, you realize he is a fun loving, down-to-earth kind of ...
Adele DeVylissea
35* ☆ Halfblood ☆ Sorceraic There are two very distinct sides to Adele. One, is the happy, carefree, laid back person she would like to be all the time. During these ...
Viktor Valentin
27 ☆ hbr ☆ dh Viktor is a fairly quiet man, but is more than comfortable with engaging in conversation with others, even those he has not met before. No...
Sturn Haviland
26 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Veela The surface of Sturn Haviland can be very misleading, looking at the way she holds herself, speaks and moves one would think that the res...
Kate Belmont
48 ☆ pb ☆ hu Kate is Daddy's little princess all grown up. She's never had much of an interest in romance, beyond creating the odd scandal here and the...
Caldwell Hughes
24 ☆ mb ☆ ww Clever - Stickler - Kind of a hard ass toward students - Can loosen up around the right people ...
Teddy
14 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human When Teddy thinks of her personality, the term “prickly” comes to mind. She pictures herself like a rose, thorns used to protect the ...
Matt Belmont
51 ☆ hb ☆ hu Matt’s obsession with neatness and cleanliness is a defining part of who he is. He keeps detailed records of everything, organises his m...
Amy Lee
7 ☆ hb ☆ hu Amy is a very quiet, sweet little girl. She will go out of her way to comfort someone else, and tends to be always grinning and happy. She...
Audrey Adagathguarde
25 ☆ pb ☆ hu Happy, hyperactive, and peppy -- if there was a cheer squad then Audrey would be it. She can be almost childlike in her natural bubbliness...
Lucy Fischer
27 ☆ hb ☆ hu Headstrong | Stubborn | Spontaneous | Loyal | Adventurous | Strong in her convictions ...
Josie Wilson
22 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human Josie is, for the most part, an optimistic young woman. She loves life as it is, and wants to explore it--but one day at a time. She deals...
Zane Nedvidek
25 ☆ hb ☆ hu Serious. Sociopathic. Distant. These are just some words to describe Zane. He isn't much of a talker, but when he chooses to speak to you...
Stuart Blair
51 ☆ pb ☆ hu Considering he's the father of five Blair kids who were all Spencers (and a secret other one who ended up in Sturt), it would be fairly ac...
Holly Bennett
17 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Holly is a little bit like marmite. People tend to either love her or hate her, well, a less extreme version of that. She is self confess...
Ashkar Gastrell
44 ☆ mb ☆ hu Ash is a man that seems to exude confidence. He wears this along with arrogance as a shield. Showing the world a Wizard who has little re...
Hine Parata
16 ☆ hb ☆ hu While she likes to define herself as strong and athletic, her strength is in persistence. She has a tendancy to complete what she starts, ...
Iris Glauert
15 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Iris is the type of girl that can easily overload herself. She likes to start projects, but not necessarily finish them, and her dreams ar...
Stella King
20 ☆ mb ☆ hu Stella is rather reserved and guarded.  Her family was close knit and traveled a lot.  She never had an actual home as a kid as the fami...
Evony Wynter
16/17 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Centaur Evony is by default, a happy person. She enjoys the chance she has been given to attend schooling within the magical world and strives to...
Grant Thomas
25 ☆ hb ☆ hu Grant is a shy but smart guy, incredibly loyal to his friends. ...
Lot Karras
38 ☆ hb ☆ hu ven when he appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. Lot is like a vo...
Mary Ohara
29 ☆ mb ☆ hu Mary is a rather ordinarily happy woman, though she might choose to express it a little more vehemently than others. Always talkative, Mar...
Scarlett Fate
11 ☆ hb ☆ hu She is eccentric and very creative. She paints a lot and her favourite style of painting is abstract. She favours loud colours and messy ...
Bryan Hawthorne
45 ☆ hb ☆ hu Bryan Hawthorne is a down-to-Earth kinda guy. He enjoys the simple things in life such as the great outdoors with camping and hiking. He l...
Violet Kalifa
28 ☆ hb ☆ hu Violet is incredibly tactile, but also very calculated and self conscious. While at first she may appear amiable she is very socially awar...
Stanley Pike
17 ☆ mb ☆ hu Pike struggles to take most things seriously when it comes to his education, magical or otherwise. While not outright disruptive, his eff...
Susan Summers
22 ☆ mb ☆ hu Frank and serious with little regard for easing the blow of opinions and facts. It’s not that she doesn’t care about people's feeling...
Vladimir Valentin
527 ☆ pb ☆ hu Vladimir is a bit of a mix in terms of his personality, however the most noticeable feature of his is the fact that he is extremely calc...
Alexander Winfield
19 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Sorceraic Alexander is an extremely friendly young man and enjoys the better side of life. He has already dealt with what it felt like and even now ...
Cassandra Sullivan
18 ☆ pb ☆ fr Wildcat, pocket rocket, little bundle of constant energy and amusement, there's a reason she needed to take up dancing to burn some of tha...
Gemini Demetra
22 ☆ hbr ☆ vt A good egg for the most part, Gem has always been free-spirited. Always eager to use her knowledge to basically turn whatever she can into...
Sage Morgan
28 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Sage is very academic and very creative. She is sharp-minded but gets obsessed with one thing or the other. She is a good friend and she h...
Igor Drakov
30 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Vampire Igor did have a fairly pleasant disposition, but through trauma inflicted upon him by his father, his attitudes and personality changed, ...
Daria Bishop
28 ☆ pb ☆ hu Many would say that Daria is the very definition of stubborn. The traits she has are almost a shock when you get to know her, she is outsp...
Derrick Ackers
26 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human A man who seems to always be looking for the next big thing in his life in the way of fun or simply an activity to do just to shake up th...
Tyson McKennis
17 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human Driven and Ambitious, Tyson's major noticeable traits is that he always finds something to work hard towards living under the shadow of h...
Alic Eron
24 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Alic is a very mercurial person; he can be your worst enemy one minute, and your best friend the next. How he treats you depends on how he...
Squiggy
11 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Fae Squiggy is an extremely shy child, and rarely speaks unless spoken to. The one exception to this is in the classroom, when ze tends to as...
Siwan Llewellyn
16 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Organized and studious, but erring on the aloof and dreamy side of it. Siwan spend so much time traveling, that it was difficult for her t...
Amea Nedvidek
25 ☆ hbr ☆ sc She's not easy to understand. She is for the most part, a cool calculating woman with a very serious look on life. She takes things person...
Rosmunda Townsend
32 ☆ pb ☆ vt Though she may appear stoic, practical and professional much of the time, Rosmunda is far from unkind or lacking in compassion. In fact, i...
Tory Pierce
22 ☆ pb ☆ hu Tory has always been a tomboy who loved getting into scrapes. She is more courageous than is good for her, and particularly susceptible to...
Aiden Longhurst
15 ☆ hb ☆ hu Aiden is ridiculously protective of his younger sister Valerie, and treats all new people with caution - especially men. When he first cam...
Dylan Connell
38 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Human Dylan Connell can be considered a very grim sort of man on the surface, more of actions than words. Often when he -does- speak it is short...
Elektra Devereux
31 ☆ mb ☆ hu Ely takes most of her life's problems on the chin. Most. For the rest, she usually hides it behind a mask of dry humour and sarcastic rem...
Eugenia Holtzer
16 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Eugenia has always liked to take the lead, it's not so much that she desires leadership as much as it's the simple fact that she naturall...
Jason Miller
38 ☆ pb ☆ hu Jason is a very colorful guy. A fun-loving individual, he loves to be around a crowd of people, having fun and cutting up when it's accept...
Tony Wolfe
38 ☆ hb ☆ hu Srengths: Compassion- regardless of what others may think of him Tony has a rather large heart. He keeps it hidden as much as possible, th...
Caitlin Sullivan
36 ☆ hbr ☆ fr Cate would be considered a no-nonsense woman, which may sound strange when someone is told about her personal gifts and the fact that she ...
Penny Quinland
27 ☆ pb ☆ hu Stubborn, willful and determined to accomplish her goals, Penny has proven that even if there were some detours along the way, you can rea...
Lorelei Valentin-Blair
15 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human To say Lorelei's personality is complex would be an understatement. She holds a deep intelligence that is clearly abnormal for a young ch...
Sean Rhodes
27 ☆ hb ☆ hu Sean is a serious soul, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t stand up for himself or others. He’s incredibly loyal and you can always...
Ikedi Azikiwe
43 ☆ mb ☆ hu Ikedi is the type of person you want in your corner. He is compassionate and caring, and incredibly driven. Because he was the eldest of t...
Marcus Carsen
25 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Dhampir To narrow it down to a 'playful sort' would do Marcus a grand discredit. Being in the business of news and socially active there is a cert...
Artemisia Bellerose
22 ☆ pb ☆ hu Having moved from one country to the next and then the next, Arti often had a problem making, or keeping, friends when she was younger and...
Brinley
12 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Human Brinley is a quiet boy with a stiff demeanor. He fancies himself older than his years, and as a result, rarely lets his guard down enough...
Liam Somersfield
32 ☆ pb ☆ hu Liam is a very quirky soul. He's extremely depressed from previous life experiences but he hides it well by constantly joking around and b...
Jezebel Blair
25 ☆ hbr ☆ sc Jezebel is generally a friendly and understanding person in most aspects, this is because through her life growing up she herself has had ...
Gerry Richter
16 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human Gerry has always been very strong-willed. She knows what she likes, what she doesn't, and she seldom bends to any who aren't in her closes...
Thomas Sollozzo
53 ☆ pb ☆ hu Thomas is a dangerous individual who enjoys nothing more in life than money, murder, and torture. Sociopathic by nature, he shows very li...
Michael Grant-Jones
27 ☆ pb ☆ hu Michael is a complicated man, who has two distinct personalities; that when he is in public company and that when he is with his loved on...
Vladimir Valentin
27 ☆ hbr ☆ dh Vladimir is one of the quietest people a person could ever meet. The man hates intruding upon the affairs of others. He respects everyone ...
Albertine Bellerose
Sixteen ☆ pb ☆ hu Albertine is an extroverted girl who due to feeling out of place in her current situation has become more introverted. She answers in cla...
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Blackbird
I'm simply one Hell of a writer Romance Slow-burn romance Angst Serious angst Seriously I love angst can't you tell my poor characters Lon...
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Music plots for Vladimir Crazy students being crazy for Big V (aka Vlad II) to deal with Fellow kidlets wanting to be friends wit...
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I just wanna feel such a beautiful sound. Enemies / Frenemies [particularly for Gerry, she needs people to get into actual fights with!] Friends [most of my roster desperat...
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I am Awesome, that is All All the awkwards All the confused All the silliness All the family dramas All the action/adventure All the...
Chromatic
But first, coffee. Comfy plots that build character relationships.  Penny is in need of friends. Work friends, acquaintances and close friends. No rom...
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Shio
“The moon shone in the rocking horse's eye, and in the mouse's eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whisperin Any cute ships you like. Any sort of complicated relationships between characters, antagonistic or otherwise. ...
Cait
Family plots, mostly ...
The Australian Home of Magic Tallygarunga is an 18+ post-Potter non-canon forum RPG, featuring Australia's only public wizarding school Tallygarunga.
Setting
Location: Rural Victoria, Australia
Current time: May 2018
Term Two: April 18th-June 30th
House Points
Flinders: 155
Sturt: 162
Bourke: 215
Spencer: 205
THE AUSTRALIAN HOME OF MAGIC

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  1. It had been sometime since he had found himself in this little part of Tallygarunga as a smile is beamed onto his face while he sat back on a bench. He hadn't been within any formal teaching attire which left him to be just another fool trying to escape the wrath of someone, probably Audrey. His eyes shifted left to right conspiratorially as if he were up to no good which was a pretty good chance if anyone knew of the man dubbed as 'Sparky', unfortunately for him that wasn't something he could risk even hiding in secret like this. The situation with the Auror's still wasn't solved and a sudden spark of a fire just for the sake of S'mores wasn't worth alerting and then getting a long speech. Besides, legitimate safety reasons for the other students required that the Auror's not be sent on a 'Boy cries wolf!' scenario. Derrick hated having to act like an adult in a lot of cases but it was a necessary 'evil' as he would put it. This was a moment where he could be a bit more relaxed and less uptight about what he was doing or seen doing as a bag of marshmallow's settled on his lap cracked wide open. His hand dug into it shamelessly as he took one of the soft cylinder puff in between two of his fingers and tossed it up into the air. Head angled upwards with mouth agape trying to follow the trajectory as it tumbled through the air and struck him at the tip of his nose before rolling forward into his mouth where he closed his lips smoothly and started to chew on it. "Still counts, I don't care." A self remark as he chuckled and leaned back and processed a sigh of relaxation and ease letting his eyes trace around the area. There didn't seem to anyone for the most part though whether there was or wasn't held no consequence for him. His hand fished inside of the clear package once more as he leaned back and pressed another marshmallow into his mouth conservatively gnawing at it just enjoying the calmness that the area seemed to drum up.
  2. Waylon and Edmund had offered to drive Brinley to school--all the way from Melbourne, which would have been a hell of a feat even if it hadn’t involved them closing their shop for a full day. Brinley assured them that he was fine to go alone--he wouldn’t run off, and he wasn’t so violent that he couldn’t be trusted in a cab by himself. In the end they’d agreed, though Waylon had seemed reluctant as he packed Brinley’s trunk into the boot of the cab. He’d handed Brinley a few coins--for lunch, he’d said--as if Brinley didn’t already have a sizeable pursefull on his person--and then he’d given Brinley what had to be the most awkward half-hug on the planet before finally letting him leave. Brinley spent the cab ride reading the potions quarterly that had arrived the evening prior, and barely noticed the distance until he felt the distinct rumbling of gravel beneath the vehicle. He sat up then, peering out the window at the trees that flicked past as they made their way up the dirt road. This couldn’t be right. This was his new school? His distaste only grew when the cabbie finally stopped in front of a weather-worn building that looked more like a farmhouse than a proper educational establishment. Brinley’s nose wrinkled slightly in distaste. Having spent the past nine months in a proper castle, he couldn’t imagine that this was what his life had fallen to--a shabby collection of mismatched buildings. Even as he thought it, he forced himself to lean forward and hand the cabbie a tip through the partition before pushing open the side door and stepping outside. It was cool outside--not cold, exactly, but cooler than it would have been in England this time of year--and he was grateful he’d chosen his thick outer robe in lieu of his thinner school uniform. There would be plenty of time to change. He hauled his trunk out of the boot and waved the cabbie off. Only when the cabbie had left did Brinley allow himself to wonder what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to meet someone? Go somewhere specific? His hand went automatically to the pocket-knife he kept sequestered in his robes, and his skin began to crawl with a familiar itch, but he pushed the sensation away. Later, perhaps, when he learned the location of his dormitories and had a bit of privacy. He spotted someone walking by, and as much as it pained him to admit his ignorance he stepped towards them. “Pardon? My apologies for the interruption. I’m a transfer student, and I haven’t received entirely clear instructions as to where I’m supposed to go first. Any ideas?”
  3. Saturday, May 26th 11:36 AM This was the place Evony had been told about. earlier in the week she had started asking about the local sites, more specifically where was a good spot for a swim. A few had mentioned that Korrowi creek had a few spots that were tucked out of the way. While most of the creek was shallow and not very wide, there were a few spots nearby that emptied out into deeper wider spots. One, in particular, was fairly close by and offered a scenic place to cool down when the sun got too high. It was described as having soft sandy banks with many grassy sections shaded by several nearby trees. The slow-moving current carried nothing but cool crystal clear water. In short, it was an oasis of sorts, a small slice of paradise for anyone who could find it. She had been eager to get here, even going so far as to prepare her things the night prior. Not much though, just a blanket, some snacks, one of her books, and some water. SHe had planned to spend the day in the shade reading and relaxing. Upon arriving Evony was shocked to discover that the descriptions of the other students fell short of the place she now stood. Yes, it had everything that she had been told about, but given the surrounding terrain, it made this small green gem stand out even more. SHe couldn't understand why other students weren't crowded around here on a nice day like this, but she didn't dwell on the thought, it was their loss and her gain. The first hour or so she spent laying on her blanket reading her book. It was one of those trashy romance novels that feature a chiseled hero on the front, with long blonde hair, and his shirt open. It certainly wasn't the kind of material that had any real value but for some reason, she was hooked on these kinds of books. The idea that there was always some overly dramatic love affair that always worked out, and was filled with unbridled passion just appealed to her. After a bit, she found that even in the shade she was becoming warm. Her focus shifted now from her book to the inviting cool water flowing just a few feet away. She had intended to go for a dip and now seemed like a good time to cool her skin in the water. Evony took a quick look around to determine that there was no one around. She wasn't worried about being spied on, but it was a habit now to look around before doing something like this. After a few moments, she stood up and shed her clothing, A white slip that covered her lower half and a t-shirt that bore the insignia of her old school, before making her way to the water. The water itself, while deeper than the rest of the creek, only came up to hips. For a normal person this would be deep enough to hide for sure, but for her, it meant she needed to kneel down in the water to soak up to her shoulders and hide from view. It was as cool and refreshing as she expected, and for a time she simply frolicked, splashing around and submerging herself entirely at points. It was absolutely lovely. On the shore, sitting on her blanket was her clothing, food, and her book, all completely forgotten for the moment.
  4. Squiggy was hungry. Mumma had been supposed to send a care package this month -- they were always the best, filled with homemade foods and the occasional new dress if zir mumma had fabric to spare. Squiggy lived off of those bits from home. Food at Tally was fine, but ze was so small, and the other students so big and intimidating, that most days ze only managed to grab a bite or two before sliding beneath the table and leaving. No one seemed to notice if Squiggy was there or not anyway. So Squiggy saved the foods Mumma sent in care packages and supplemented zir meals that way. Except this month there hadn’t been a care package--only a letter from dadda, spelled to talk since he could read any better than Squiggy could, saying mumma was having a rest right now, and that he was busy with Innocence and Freedom, and that he was sure Squiggy understood. Squiggy didn’t understand. Resting was something that took a few minutes, so ze couldn’t understand why other minutes couldn’t be spared to make zir care package. Ze had been counting on the snacks to afford zir extra time in the library this evening while the other students were at dinner. Instead, ze went down to the food hall uncertainly, one hand hovering just outside zir mouth--not quite sucking zir thumb in fear, but not far off, either. Once glance into the great hall was almost enough to send Squiggy running in the other direction, but ze put zir Big Brave Elf pants on, like zir dad would have told zir to, and went in. The furthest end of the Flinders table was mostly safe, almost, and Squiggy got a plate and put on a bit of meat and veg and a roll. And then a rambunctious boy--twice Squiggy’s size--shouldered zir, and ze fell off the side of the bench ze was sitting on. Squiggy closed zir eyes, tight, and fought the urge to cry. Ze didn’t even want the other kids to think of zir as an equal--ze just wanted to be seen, at all, and acknowledged. Squiggy had to get on tip-toes to grab the plate from the table, and then ze wandered the perimeter of the Great Hall, finally tucking into a corner of the room with the plate. If ze was invisible anyway, ze might as well have some privacy.
  5. It was early in the evening as the older looking van pulled up to the front of the school. The temperature, while not sweltering, was still warm, warm enough to be uncomfortable. Surprisingly it was rather humid, which contributed to an almost oppressive heat. There was the promise of rain, though many of the locals had insisted it was not the case and that there would be several more days before any sort of relief would be felt from the heat. Evony peered out her window, looking at the Academy that would be her new home. She had been excited to see it, though now she had felt strangely disappointed. It was nothing like academy she had come from, Beauxbatons, which in its own rights was a palace surrounded by scenic mountains and forests. This was nothing like the home she had known for the last 5 years. Still, she had elected to this exchange voluntarily and was not entirely put out by the quaint look of Tallygarunga Academy. In truth, she now felt even more excited to see it inside, for it wasn't a secret that many of the quaint places in the magical world held many secrets and vast beauty just out of sight of prying eyes. Perhaps, like the cab she now sat in, which on the inside was more like a spacious train car, this place would hold similar secrets. The driver hurried around the outside of the cab, opening the back and removing her things, before making his way to her door and opening it. He gave her a nod and a toothless smile as he gestured hurriedly for her to exit the cab. As soon as the door opened she was greeted by the sudden and almost violent change in temperature. The compartment she had been relaxing it had been rather comfortable, and now she struggled to adjust to the sudden change. A small cough escaped past her lips as she stepped out of the cab. first her front legs, then her second. It had been a marvel, and perhaps a bit of magic, how she had managed to squeeze herself out the open door, which even now as she turned to look back at it, seemed far to small for her massive frame to fit through. Once she was free, and after making sure that her tail was not in the way, the driver closed the door again, locking the cool air inside the rustic looking vehicle. He nodded again to her, showing his still toothless grin, before scurrying off to the driver seat of the cab and driving off without a word, kicking up a trail of dust behind him. Evony watched as he left, before turning to face the school again. Her smile broadened now as she drew her wand and pointed it at her trunk. "Locomotor!" she declared, her accent causing the words to flow rather sweetly as her trunk lifted a few inches off the ground and began to follow her. With her large stride, it didn't take her long to actually reach the front doors, which seemed to open on their own as if to invite her in. She was shocked to see that there was, at that very moment, no one there at all. Had their been some kind of mistake? Was this even the right place?
  6. This was perhaps the rarest of sights for someone like Tyson. Typically one could find him training his butt off at the Quidditich Pitch or even near the West End of Tallygarunga going at a blow-up sparring doll for his more muggle martial arts. Something that still didn't sit too well with some people, well, except the one student whom he had met that found it fascinating. That caught him off guard but it was something refreshing and gave him a better understanding that there were people who followed or at least at interest enough to maybe study it in the future. At the very least, to understand the positive possibilities that such activity has for a persons health both mentally and physically. Today, it was a different form of preparation and it had been one that he was completely out of his depth with doing even with the additional help from Violet over the course of the vacation and even afterwards. Part of his personal assignment was to better understand the economics and design of living on his own without the covering and assistance of the school. It's how he found himself under a tree with a breakfast burrito in one hand that lingered just at his lips readied for any sudden chomp for its benefits while he glanced downwards at a news paper that held a red marker connected to it as well as various red circles around specific advertisements for 'Housing'. A frustrated groan is let loosened while his head leans back against the trunk of a tree and a slow sigh pushes outwards to keep himself from going too insane with everything. While he had a bit more time he didn't like the idea that he had not one viable thread to check out yet, not truly. He sets the marker down after clicking the top of it into place securing the writing nature of the tool and the pulls both of his knees upwards settling the soles of his shoes on the ground firmly. Arms draped over the point of his knee caps and he took a very healthy and unrestrained bite from his burrito letting the presence of the food be a relaxation for him. "Gonna' have to start savin' up, that's for sure." He mused to himself as he lets his head tilt slightly enough for his eyes to narrow back towards the newspaper and it's various markings. "Might need to ask that old dude to let me take the rank up test. . . That should get me a good payout as an Assistant instructor, that's for sure. At least for a decent apartment."
  7. Most of the time Anthony was all too happy to remain on campus and do what ever work out that needed to be done during the day. However, something about the time of year always made him a little squirrelly. He always claimed it was “something” about spring weather but he knew it had to do with his wife. He knew it was just as hard on his daughter, but she had at least managed to make some friends and he was actually quite delighted to see her get back to her usual cheerful self. It had been a bit of a gamble when he moved them from their home in the states to someplace on a whim. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. However, it had not backfired. That was at least a win in his book. He had helped the MLE here- which had been why he had gone into consulting in the first place. What he had not anticipated was making that shift into teaching. However, that had been the right thing for the family. His daughter was settled, more settled anyway. He had disrupted her life quite a bit already- he had not wanted to do so again. Though he was fairly sure that she was not too happy with the fact that her father was on campus and able to look over her shoulder when he wanted to. He did his best not to meddle, but it was damn near impossible. That and as she got older, she looked so much like her mother. It sometimes took the wind out of him when she turned the corner and he was not expecting it. However, it was a good thing, to see that their kid took more after her. It could have been terrible for her had she looked more like him. The thought made him chuckle. Tony had started running along the creek, it offered a few different challenges that he didn’t get on campus. The water, the pavement and the trails. Tony liked the way it felt to have the different challenges. He was a man too easily bored if he did not challenge himself. He had learned early on in his career he needed to keep his mind just as sharp as his body. Human behavior was complicated. You had to be able to predict some things… which was a whole hello of mess honestly. Tony slowed his pace to a walk his hands akimbo as he smiled. The feel of the burn, lactic acid build up… It was a good feeling. Walking towards the bench just ahead he took a swig of the water bottle he had in his hand. ”Mind if I use this piece of bench.” he questions propping his foot up for a moment to rest. ”Not a terrible day right?’ He said through pants.
  8. "Well it fucking stinks in here." was probably not the first thing Ash should have said when he wandered into Hoots & Whispers on his mission to buy his beloved Niece a pet or two. He hadn't even bothered to say it under his breath nor did he hide the movement of bringing his hand up to his nose to block the assault from the animals scents all mixed together. He should have been super posh and brought a handkerchief with a much more pleasing smell on it too hold over his mouth. The problem was he was neither posh enough to own such a handkerchief nor was he the sort of person who carried handkerchiefs. So instead he allowed himself to get used to the assorted smells, reminding himself he’d been in places that smelt much worse than this, so much worse. It also helped that he was here with a particular goal in mind. To get a pet for Nina, after all the girl had lost her Mother and now had to live with her Mothers doppelganger. She needed something of her own, something she could lavish feelings onto. Something that was simple minded enough that he wouldn’t really care who it went to live with or how many times it was shoved about from pillar to post. Taking a deep breath and pushing some of his curly hair back the man descended into the shop, passing the accessories and food for the various animals he could smell and heading to the part of the shop that housed such creatures. His dark eyes grazed over toads, rats and something small, spherical and fluffy. The round puffy thing interested in long enough that he stepped closer to investigate it, which was until a long and thin tongue whipped out from the middle of the beast and tried to insert itself up his nose. Stepping back swiftly enough that he knocked the display behind him, he pointed at the creature that admitted some kind of low humming noise “Here, we’ll be having none of that now fur ball.” He said, straighten up his shirt slightly and turning away from the creature and deciding something that was going to try and do things to his nostrils was not a creature he could bring into his home. Shooting the offending creature one last look that bordered more on amused than annoyed, he headed to what he knew would be a safe bet. The Cats.
  9. Albertine felt in incredibly proud of herself as she made her way towards the game room. The source of this pride she held tightly against her. The casual onlooker may not consider what she held as much of a prize; it simply looked like a glass bottle blown so it was rounded at the bottom and a cork placed at the top of the spout. Inside a small figure danced around and small flakes of what looked like dandruff fell down from the bottom of the cork. It was a simple enchantment in a bottle. The young Spencer felt differently though. She had managed to create snow and encase it in the bottle. This was in part an experiment but also to elevate some of the homesickness she felt in the hot arid climate of Australia. Bertie missed snow, more accurately she missed the possibility of snow. That small chance as the cold weather rolled in that small flurries would litter the ground. How she missed those showers, how when the temperature was right it would settle. What she wouldn’t give to grab a piece of cardboard and slide down the dangerously large hill, safe in the knowledge that magic could heal any bruises and broken bones she might sustain. Just looking at those small flakes encasing the bottle of the bottle brought that the memory of a cold wind knocking the very breath from her lungs. She managed to dodge around most of the milling people as she walked towards the game room, even ducking underneath a teacher who was waving their arms around frantically as they tried to clean up another mess, one no doubt caused by her wild housemates. The young French girl had stopped paying as much attention as she neared the door to the games room and it was this inattention as she crossed the threshold into the room that caused her very own Spencer mess. Someone hit her shoulder with enough force that it jerked her backwards, then without apologising they had continued on. Thoughtlessly she turned, grabbing her wand from her robe to curse such rudeness with a curse that would cause maroon hairs to sprout from various parts of their face; this second jerking action caused her to lose the grip on her prize. At first she had not noticed the bottle fly from her hand and into the room, she didn’t notice it fall and she was too concerned with the soon to be maroon rude person. Her attention was caught when she heard the crash and shattering of glass. Turning around at the sound her eyes feel upon the pathetic remains of her treasure. The sound that came out of her mouth was akin to that of a cat that had its tail stepped on as she rushed over and knelt down by the glass, attempting to scoop it up with her wand. The enchantment that had lived in the bottle had used the space given by being free of the bottle to grow, gathering above the heads of the students in the room and slowly releasing flurries of snow into the room below.
  10. Since the start of the term there had been a sense of tension in the atmosphere, part of him expected it had more to do with the wedding fiasco than the actual school itself. But it did make sense that they'd place this many Auror's in light of what had occurred. A hand weaved through his hair as he sighed since either way he was getting a break from all of it even if it was for a few minutes to sit down and just relax. A chair was spotted in Derrick's view and he quickly took a seat on it with a heavy bounce that followed soon after and not long behind that a sigh of pure relief. "This feels so~ much better than a stern wooden chair that threatens to make every movement comfortable. I am about to use some of this stuff to make padding. . ." That was probably a thought he should consider keeping to himself. A hand rose to scratch at his beard while his eyes gazed around the empty room, it was way too quiet. All this time he had wanted a secession, briefly, from the students and chaos that came in the wake of having patrolling guards through the halls. . . It all was starting to hit how he enjoyed being in the thick of chaos. There was always something to do and it wasn't something boring but perhaps not the most ideal situation for his particular brand of fun. Reaching into the bag that he had brought in with him his hand would rummage through it, digging deeper until he had reached the bottom. Rustling sound of a plastic bag echoed within the leather case and once his hand had a bag of animal crackers nestled in the depth of his palm. No time was wasted with him peeling it open to access the baked goodies left on the inside of the bag. Picking a single cracker between his fingers and tossing it into his mouth giving a hefty chomp that echoed a crunch within his ears. The man gave a wide smile enjoying it a lot more than he probably should have been, like a child finally able to get that long desired snack after being trapped in the prison that is school. Then his hand slipped to the side of the bag to pull out what seemed to be a small bottle that had some water inside of it as he popped it opened and drank from it lightly. "Okay, this is the very idea of relaxing. A drink, crackers, now all I need is to watch a bonfire." His eyes squinted to see if he could remember a place that would actually fit that criteria in the moment. "Nope, I'm out of luck with such a short time on my plate. Merlin's balls."
  11. Early evening was Holly’s favorite time to run. The pitch was empty for the most part; she looked up on one of her circuits and saw a few students practicing their flying. She had heard that Quidditch would be starting up again very soon. This meant that she would have to find somewhere else to run at times. This wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t be coming out and cheering on Sturt when they played, of course she would. They were here house, her extended family in some cases. This wasn’t something she would openly say to any of them though. As a rule Sturts weren’t known for being people who lived with their hearts of their sleeves or emotions open for everyone in the world too view. This was, she assumed, the main reason she had been sorted into that house instead of the others. She had never been one to show people what was going on underneath the surface. Well, with the exception of Clive. But he was a ferret, a more troublesome that usual ferret. The little stripped bandit had a habit of stealing things that belonged to other students and using them for both play things and bedding. More than once she had found someone homework in the small trunk he called a bed. Chewed, peed on and hand various other things done too it. There was something that time in her third year where he had taken a liking to chewing wands. Her wand had been no exception to this rule. The furry marauder was currently chasing her around the Qudditch pitch. As with all ferrets, Clive was not a fan of warm weather but liked to be near his human, doing whatever she did. So prior to her run she had placed a few bowels of cool water around and several of his cooled blankets so that he could rest for a while before taking up the chase again. It was on her forth lap around when she almost collided with the tail end of a broom. It was entirely her fault, not only had she put headphones in that was playing some lively music to jog to but she’s turned her head to check on Clive. As she turned to head back she saw the tail of the broom floating in her path, quickly she attempted to duck underneath the offending item only to miss one of her own steps and go skidding. Instinctively she grabbed the end of the broom to try and stop herself somersaulting into a pile.
  12. It was not often that Ikedi found himself with injury after a field visit, but one could never predict the way a magical creature would respond and that alone was sort beautiful. Honestly, the injured animal acted like most injured animals, it lashed out to keep itself safe. Something even people did. He had been helping his brother get back on his feet, only to discover his brother was hurting himself and using drugs yet again. It had been a hard thing to address with him. He was a grown man and Ikedi was no longer in charge- but he couldn’t help but want his brother to be okay. When he had addressed this with his his brother he only got the man to lash out at him, blame him for his problems and tell him about how badly life had been when Ikedi acting as a parent. It had been painful to hear, but he knew that deep down he was lashing out because he was hurt, and not because Ikedi had been a shit parent. However, that did not mean he was not a little on the hurt side. It was not his brother talking but… he felt the words deeper than he had expected to. The incident with the creature had only made the fact his brother was wounded more obvious. He would have to check in on him once he was finished here. It was not the worst injury he had but it was one that needed to be seen. His hand looked a little a mangled but it looked worse than it was. He had it pulled into his chest as he made his way through the lobby. He would need to see someone but it had been a while since he had been here. He was not a huge fan of hospitals. It was because of this he was looking up at the signs on the walls and ceilings and not paying attention to where he was going. The hospital always seemed like such a maze. It was while he was looking at the signs that he bumped into someone and he took a step back. ”I am a dreadful ox sometimes.” he said as he looked at the body he had run into. ”Sorry I was not paying attention… are you alright?” He asked cautiously… worried he had managed to hurt someone.
  13. It was almost ironic, it seemed the sons of Atlas were doomed to repeat his mistakes at least once. Lot had a kid, and now the baby of the family was having a baby. Lot had been quick to help Orion and Frankie leave Australia. He had been a fugitive and he knew exactly how to stay hidden. So long as they did that until they had the baby and both could legally be on their own they would be fine. Lot would keep in touch and he was sure wherever they went they would have access to the care Frankie would need. That was his little niece or nephew they were now responsible. Doe had not been one to approve of the idea that they should run off. It was a mess honestly. Lot never saw children as a mistake, it was really more the parent who was the mistake. Someone who couldn’t keep their kids- he felt for them sure but sometimes you had to man up and get it together. Empathy was not his strongest trait he supposed. No, it was hard for Lot to feel anything other than anger most of the time. He let out a soft sigh. He had been working on figuring out how to get it out of his system, but he was not having much luck. At least not until he and a few fo the other bouncers and security talked about fighting for the sake of it. Sometimes nothing made you feel more alive than the skin on skin thwack of a fist hitting another human. It was dirty, Lot was sort after and though he had to explain where the bruises come from- well he was glad he was a bouncer and the crew that came to the club were rowdy. It was starting to pick up and expand. More people wanted to come and see, they wanted to fight… they wanted to make money. He rubbed his elbow as he looked at the fading bruise. He figured it would be gone soon. The nice thing about looking beat up no one messed with him at work. It was always a case of- you should see the other guy. Lot was already a big man, this just seemed to intensify it. He was in the area to scope it out. See if it would be a decent place, away from the Aurora. The fact of the matter was he couldn’t afford to take Jason’s career down with him. Though he had a feeling either way Jason would be fine. The man was a cat and landed on his feet every time. He laughed for a moment and then moved to look at the chains. They would be easy enough to get through… He didn’t see any obvious issues. Then again would the exit be as fast as the entrance. He walked around to look for additional doors. There were a few doors. It would be perfect. Lot however could feel someone watching him and so he used the camera he had around his neck. It provided two things, a cover and photos to help with creating a crude map. Lot always thought himself quite clever. He held the camera to his face and snapped a photo. He turned around and spied someone watching him. ”A cool old building yea”?” he said. ”Think it could be haunted?” He asked though he didn’t really care he would still go in it and the ghosts would just have to deal.
  14. Amy giggled. It wasn't often she was allowed into the older student side of Tally. She'd been a couple times, but never with the Bilby side's permission. Although she wished it was something... cooler. Like going to the Quidditch pitch, or getting to help with a class! But going to the library? It wasn't terribly interesting! Not that she didn't like to read, she did, but she didn't think any of the books in the library would be very interesting. Plus, she'd had to leave Blue behind. She hated putting the dog in the Kennel, and had made it a habit of only putting her in the Kennels at night. But it had been a stipulation that she'd have to put Blue in the Kennels if she were to go into the older kid's side of Tally. It took her a moment to push the large door open, finding it heavier than she expected. As she walked in, she looked at the paper in her hand. They'd been kind enough to write down where she could find the book, including the aisle, as well as what the book looked like. She counted off the aisles as she walked, before finding the one that matched her paper. The Bilby student walked through the aisle, before finding the particular shelf. She couldn't help but to frown, however, as she spotted the book. Well, spotted was a bit of an overstatement; really, she only saw the color of the spine. If she stood on the tips of her toes, she could only just see it. There was no way she'd be able to reach the book. But that didn't stop her from trying. She stretched up onto the tips of her toes, reaching as far as her arm would allow, failing miraculously.
  15. Her arms were sore. As she reached to turn the page of her book, Morgan bit her lip to stifle a grimace. She hadn't wheeled herself around this much since end of term Second Year, and it showed. Her arms had lost some of their definition, and she was struggling to move them. She had nearly cried with relief when classes ended for the day, skipping dinner to head to the Bourke Common Room. Thankfully, it had been wonderfully empty, allowing her to scoot her chair over to her favorite nook, a cool corner of the room. As soon as she'd taken off Roe's vest, she'd offered the dog his chew toy from her bag. The dog had pounced on it playfully, and was currently running clumsily around the common room, throwing his beloved Squishy the bunny around the room. In contrast, Morgan was very still. She had her Defense Against the Dark Arts book in her lap, on top of the blanket she always had on her lap, and was reading through it at a steady clip.
  16. He had waited a long time for this. With the Firebolt in his hands and fresh grass underfoot, Orion stalked into the Quidditch pitch. He inhaled deeply and glanced up at the stands. For whatever reason, he felt like he was home. He loved it here. He had never felt more at home at this school than when he stood here. Grasping his broom with both hands, he looped one leg over the slim frame and took off. The vertical climb was almost second nature to him now and he hovered for a few minutes about halfway up. Then he started doing laps. It was so easy to fly around the stands, darting in and out of the beams. Anything really to get him back up and flying. It wasn't something he was able to do much at home being that people on broomsticks would be rather visible over jungle trees or in the mountains. The area he'd lived in was quite populated. He finally stopped after a few minutes, realized he was breathing hard and let out a loud, whooping laugh that seemed to echo through the stands. Yep. A boy like him could really, really get used to this.
  17. The school year had gotten off to a good start and he was actually enjoying the class he had this year. There was some anxiety that came with a few of the students. Two relatively important people in education had their kiddos in his class. Boaz was not so much worried about his capabilities, he knew he was a good teacher, but he did worry a bit about what other parents were saying. Boaz was sure he never favored children, there were some who needed extra attention, but they usually needed help with something. They had been working on subtraction and it was a doozy for the kids but they were picking it up a little. Numbers and letters… he lived his life in numbers and letters. He usually dressed up like the count from Sesame Street every year for Halloween and talked in that accent and they did a lot of counting. He was still tickled by his behavior every year. There was a lot that he wondered about himself sometimes… he wouldn’t have done this when he was younger but he liked to do it now. He liked to make an absolute fool of himself most of the time. It was for the kids though, it was a good reason to be a fool. Today however he was headed into town. He wanted to enjoy a cuppa and he had promised to email his sister. She had been in Ghana for the past three months and he had missed their daily chats. It was a bit harder to catch her now. However she did have access to email intermittently. Boaz did not have a computer, he made that choice. Though he may end up getting one to keep in touch with her. When he went to Basil’s he had to wait. Luckily he had gotten up early enough to slide in before someone took all the open stations. He casually strolled into the café and smiled as he walked to the counter. ”Americano please.” he had always enjoyed the taste. Once he had his coffee he put in a splash of cream. The small indulgence he allowed himself in the coffee. It was a bit easier on the stomach when he added the cream. He moved to sit and then smiled once he did. Sitting next to someone who seemed rather wrapped up in what they were doing. ”Hey, mind passing me a few napkins.” He asked and then smiled at them. ’that looks good….what is that?” he asked looking at the pastry on the plate… it looked pretty damn amazing- and his stomach growled.
  18. Mary dropped Frank the Keychain on her desk to get everyone’s attention. Uncharacteristically, Frank didn’t make a peep. “Okay guys, is everyone here?” Mary pulled her hair away from her face as she checked for the usual faces, “Because you’ll be happy you are.“ A smug little smile pulled on her lips as she made the silly pun, and she had to bite down for a moment so she wouldn’t laugh. “We’re actually doing a great one today, especially if you any of you are stressed out with the end of the term workload. so today we’re gonna learn cheering charms. One cheering charm - a very simple one - but I brought a complete book on them -“ Mary tapped the book on her desk, “In case you guys become fans. You know how it works, just ask and come pick it up if you want to have a look.” Her hand searched for Frank on the desk as she sent an encouraging smile around, and once her forefinger was safely wrapped in the keychain ribbon she picked Frank up and showed it to the class. Frank was a very unhappy shrunken head that day, and the only reason it wasn’t more apparent was because Mary had carefully shut his mouth closed with spello-tape. “You can try the spell on the person next to you, but what I really want us to do today is to try it on Frank here. You know how properly moody he is, so it should be a nice challenge to try and make him cheerful, right?” “So,” Mary waved her wand towards the chalkboard with the other hand, and the word contentos was slowly written behind her. It was a nice trick she had learned before coming to teach at Tallygarunga, and pretty much the only bit of nonverbal magic she could do. “You have the spell there, and I’m sure you want to try it. But before you pair up and I start passing dear Frank here around, I want to know -” her eyes landed randomly on a student and she asked, “What do you think this spell does? How do you feel about it?”
  19. Quidditch was not something Mary had ever particularly enjoyed. No, Mary could never relate to the thrill of speeding through the open skies on a broom so thin it felt like flying, while two evil black balls and seven probably lovely but momentarily misguided players seemed to desire nothing more than to see her fall. As a sport, Quidditch was dangerous and vile and thoroughly confusing, and something Mary had been suspicious of from day one. She still remembered it pretty well, finding out about Quidditch. The air of childish awe on fellow muggleborns, the careless excitement of the kids who were already familiar with it, and in Mary's mind only one very pressing question: How would anyone, ever, dare tell her mum she had tragically died after being forced on a flying broom. Mary didn't die, but her overall feeling towards the game remained the same. There was nothing that much fun about throwing balls around while trying not to die horribly, but there was something for sure exhilarating in watching someone else do it. One had just look at the dark room on the back of the Drunken Roo that evening. Mary wasn't the only one covered in Quidditch props, and while not everyone seemed to have gone as far as to turn their skins the color of their team, the whole place seemed pretty committed to what was about to happen. After all, even though the Thundelarra Thunders versus Woollongong Warriors was by this point pretty much an yearly classic, it was still as big an event as Australian-League Quidditch could get. And Mary, a sucker for the underdogs, (even incredibly powerful, multimillionaire teams underdogs), was a hardcore Thunder-fan. She made as much clear the moment she stepped into the room. Just in case her clothes, hat, and magically-decorated skin weren't enough to make it clear where she stood that evening, the first thing she did was to blow on her sports-whistle, which produced the thunderous boom of her team. Other booms followed from different corners of the bar, and Mary found herself beaming in the atmosphere. And so did everyone else, or so it seemed, as Mary made her way through the crowded room and towards the only empty stool in sight. She twirled around a couple of mates waving their beers around, ducked under a group hug and, just as she got to the chair, another bum sat on it. "No!" she exclaimed towards the stool thief with the overly dramatic tone of someone who had been mentally preparing to yell a lot, and then promptly blew on her whistle again. "One-zero and Mary's off to a bad start!" She smiled. "Can the Thunders recover from the morale-bust and make this their only lost tonight?"
  20. Stanley's attempt at reading his text books had amounted in less reading and more pinwheeling in his position on one of the common room couches- from hunched over a coffee table to lounging horizontal and finally upside down with his feet hooked over the backrest. Back at home, his tutor had given up on getting Stanley to read anything compared to walking him through it with a handhold tactic. Now he was on his own though, and his brand new school books still creaked when he opened them. After another minute of squinting into his Magical Theory text, he groaned and tossed it onto the table, rolling over to pick up his Herbology book instead. "Alright. Memorising some plant stuff. I can do that." He announced to nobody, standing on the couch in his socks and pyjamas. Pike gave himself one stride across the 3-seater sofa to skim a page of details, and then the walk back to the other side to recite them without looking. Pike marched back and forth bouncing lightly on the cushions as he went, talking out loud to himself as he listed off plant species- looking pleased when he even managed to recall the names and properties in the short window he gave himself. The mild productivity came to a crashing halt however, as so did Stanley. Maybe the couch was at the end of its lifespan anyway, but his jumping around on the furniture was certainly the last straw to breaking the armrest from the body of the couch with an almighty crash. Pike went sprawling onto the floor as he lost his balance and tripped over it to boot, his book skittering and his limbs flailing. What was sure to have been only a mild irritation to any other Sturts in their rooms turned into a brief cacophony of broken furniture and cussing teenager, followed by silence. Stanley groaned quietly as he rolled over, wide-eyed surprise to have broken school property without the intent to do so. "Oh- oh shit. There has to be a spell for this." With brand new enthusiasm, he sat on the floor and reached for another textbook while drawing his wand. Ok, Pike. Time to be a wizard!
  21. The heat wasn't too bad today, a bit mild in comparison to the last few days and so Tyson considered doing a bit of extra training at the West Wall. While it was a place often used by people to get away and do other small things that they enjoyed it had been empty at this time of day which was quite fine for the young man. Donned from shoulder to feet in his exercising gear he bounced on the balls of his toes to bolster up the adrenaline and heart rate. Training at the Quidditich Pitch had its benefits but only if he were training up his body and instincts as a chaser and while it was cool for him to have ran into Gerry, a fellow athlete, he didn't want to wear out a good thing too soon. Once he dropped a massive gym back onto the ground a heavy thud echoed from it from the impact and the zipper came undone with his assistance. He started to set up a portable sparring dummy which was pretty much just an intensely blown up figured in a humanoid shape that had been laced with coarse and strong leathers that could endure the impact. Still he needed to be careful and make sure he didn't damage it too badly with an overly powerful kick or strike. "Wish they had a gym or something for this kind of training but what can you expect." He remarked to himself lowly and proceeded to set up heavy metal stakes that he could drive into the ground and pin the small loops that dangled off of the inflated object just to give it more stability and balance. Perhaps he could have used magic instead and charmed it a bit to make it a challenge but that wouldn't be nearly as fun yet not until he could get going on a better regiment for the year. It would be good to keep that in the back of his mind, however, for when he decided to go into competitions or needed to do an exhibition at the small place he helped to teach at as an assistant. Tyson unlaced his shoes and removed them from his feet then proceeded to remove his socks as well, then started to wrap both feet and hands in a tight compressive white tape. The process was always arduous and took more time getting them off than actually putting them on but it was a necessary for body safety and keeping the appendages from getting too injured in the process of movements. It also just grew as a thing to do as time went on somewhat similar to how he'd always maintain his broom and use special grips so that he could keep a tight hold on to it during the quidditch practices., Once he stood back up his feet planted into the ground and separated from one another at an angle while his arms rose up into an offensive positions after popping a mouth guard between his teeth. His right leg lifted up into a bend and then his waist twisted slightly while the leg started to extend out into an arc and course through the air with little resistance until the base of his shin collided against the head-region of the dummy. After the impact he started to step backwards slightly to give himself more room and keep his body moving and the blood constantly pumping through his entire system while his teeth clutched at the red mouth-guard that were snug between the rows of teeth. After a few more quick succession strikes that were a fluid motion of his hands and legs his momentum started to slow down a bit as he removed the mouth guard and sighed. "Man, it just doesn't feel right without it being in the dojo. Atmospheres way too different."
  22. Vlad Zakharovich was not at all amused. The man had gone to the Bilby wing to collect his son, Katya having stayed at home with her mother due to a summer cold. However, as he walked along the playgrounds and the courtyards, he could not find the boy anywhere. A young girl informed him that she had seen Maksim 'do something funny with the fence and made it glow red', and the man could only assume that the young one's pyrokinesis was at it again, in conjunction with his mischievous nature. Vladimir let out a sigh; what was he going to do with that rambunctious son of his? Truthfully Vladimir could have turned into his animagus form and hunted the boy down much more easily, but neither did the man want to frighten the younger denizens of the school with the form of a cerberus running around. Thus, Vladimir continued by foot, and as a human, his piercing blue eyes on the lookout for the little boy. There was no quidditch currently, thus the Russian was able to rule that area of Tallygarunga out of his search. "Maksim Vladimirovich!" Vladimir called out, a frown on his face, some older Tallygarunga students looking at him wondering why the Head of Flinders house was out and about shouting such a Russian name out to the masses. Vladimir traversed the memorial garden and could not find him. Now, he was wandering the grounds. One thing was certain: the moment he found Maksim, the boy was getting another talking to. Vladimir paused in his wanderings as he made a mental checklist of everywhere he had checked thus far. If anything, perhaps he ought to head back to the Kookynie Halls. It could very well have been that the boy had wanted to surprise him in his office. And yet, well, considering Maks' nature... "I swear, Maksim..." Vladimir muttered as he turned about, nearly bumping into someone. "Извините!" Vladimir apologized. *Izvinite = Excuse me!/Sorry!
  23. She'd never admit it, but he was homesick. Samhain frowned, leaving the main building. She wasn't very hungry, and the majority of the students were at lunch. So she allowed herself to walk, one hand reaching into her bag to pet Bumble's head. She didn't know why she felt homesick. After all, life at home was hell on earth. But at least there, she knew what to expect. Do something wrong, put a toe out of line, get punished. If dad got drunk, you get punished. But here, she didn't have that. Kids seemed to attack her out of random, and nothing made sense anymore. She seldom get peace, so this was her first chance to breathe in a good while. Without thinking, she began to hum, walking down towards the Courtyard. For Australia, it was actually a pretty nice day. Not nearly as blistering hot as it got some days, and the cooling charms she'd applied to her clothes definitely helped. "Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high," she crooned, approaching one of the benches. Think she was alone, she allowed her eyes to close, head leaning back against the bench. "And the dreams that you dreamed of Once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow Blue birds fly," It was nice, she thought, being able to sing without being mocked. She never bragged, and never thought so, but she had a rather nice voice. In her mind it was horrid, but it wasn't terrible in the least.
  24. This was ridiculous. Alic Eron, Care of Magical Creatures Professor, bit down on his lip, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He'd planned to spend his day without classes relaxing. Enjoying his nice, cool rooms and reading a book. Maybe work on lesson plans if he absolutely had to. But this? This was absolutely not what he'd planned. But he was a teacher. And a soft touch. And the student had been a First Year, a worried little eleven year old lad with tears in his eyes. And Al had crumbled like a mountain made of sugar-blocks. And that's how he found himself climbing a tree in the Centre Courtyard. He'd sent the lad back up to his Dorm, not wanting to have to deal with the kid staring holes in him. The man hadn't dared using a levitation spell on the cat, and the kid had begged him not to. Apparently he was afraid it would backfire and injure the cat. So he found himself, struggling up the tree, chasing the cat. He knew the cat would get down fine. You never saw cat skeletons in trees, did you? But the cat had been up there all day, and the kid was worried. So he'd agreed to get the cat. But now he was heavily regretting it. The tree was starting to seem rather tall, and he was several body lengths off the ground. The cat had run out of branches to escape to, and was standing desperately just out of reach of his fingertips. He stretched... The cat leaped. It bounced off of his chest, before ping-ponging down from branch to branch, hitting the ground and rocketing towards the school. Alic whirled, desperately trying to get his grip, only to be knocked clear out of the tree. The fall seemed both impossibly fast and molasses slow, and then he was impacting with the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of him, and he gasped without drawing breath, desperately trying to get his wind back. He laid sprawled out on the ground, trying to reorient himself.
  25. There were broom shops in Melbourne true enough, but Violet had gotten her brooms from Zooms and she didn’t trust anyone else. Even when she was playing Pro she felt her loyalty to the shop was important to her. They had always taken care of her, even when she was a knobby kneed little kid with dreams. They didn’t turn her away when she asked a million questions about the new models and they often told her she did well in matches when her parents didn’t make it out see them. It was nice… the people changed over time but the shop’s philosophy had not. She smiled as she walked through the doors and was greeted. Today she was looking for a few brooms for the girls at Penrose for the next season. It would be good to get some real speed on some of them. Or at least show them what they could do with a broom with speed. Vi always loved the way it felt to be going faster than fast in the air. The way the air would whip around you. There was nothing else like it. Nothing. She smiled at the thtougth as she looked over a model behind the counter. Looking up to see her picture there and the smile turned a touch sad. She missed playing. She missed the way you could feel the crowd in your chest. That was something they needed to put into a potion. It was a powerful high. Vi could sometimes feel herself jonsing when she was coaching. It was not the same. People didn’t love you the same. However Vi had love for her team, for her girls. They were the next generation, right? Well that was her duty now. To coach them to be those players. She had pride in coaching them. Not to mention a school as polished as Penrose. She was looking at the newer Cleansweeps and she tilted her head. ”What do you think?” She asked the bystander. She didn’t always make a habit of talking with strangers but she never really culd stop herself when it came to brooms, and quidditch and anything else that might cover flying. (Violet)
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