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  1. Today
  2. Brows furrowed in confusion as the Spencer embraced him, as the boy was still quite rocked by the sheer panic with the implication of what could have happened - he certainly didn't expect Lexi to shift from yelling at him to forgiving him so quickly. His heart was still pumping a mile a minute out of fear of having done something truly horrendous, yet his arms hesitantly returned the hug. It was the correct thing to do, right? "I-I'ts okay..." The boy uttered despite the confusion on reflex. Once she let go, the boy didn't exactly knew what to do with his arms, ending up bringing a hand to the back of his head and scratching his own scalp in embarrassment and awkwardness. The smile disarmed him - she wasn't upset anymore? That meant everything was okay, surely. Lexi brought up a good point, and Ian nodded. "I know, but... There's nobody around. I made sure of it. This place gives me a bit more freedom in where to place the targets, so..." It was the break - a lot of students were either out enjoying their free time or had gone home to visit their families. Not a single soul was picked up by his nose in the grounds, other than those of himself and his friend. "I wasn't expecting you to show up here, honestly... Weren't you supposed to be in town?"
  3. Yesterday
  4. It seemed to be a point they wouldn't reach a mutual agreement, which had been fine for Alexander. Not every point brought up needed to be that between two individuals and all he sought had been her happiness. Yet, she had to be the one to live with the actions and decisions she made and took. Oath's, they were important to her, something that had been obvious when she spoke of the ties between her Father and herself as well as the expected 'Obligation' given to her that had involved keeping certain individuals protected. Zane was mortal, at some point death will take him either by natural causes or someone outright killing him - the latter being a far more likely outcome in his mind. "I can't argue with that kind of thinking, honestly." He chuckled lightly, violet hues shifting towards the woman. "If you're loyal to someone such as Zane, how much -more- would you be for Vladimir, right? You'd be able to trust yourself fully with it, without a single shred of doubt no matter how long it would take to get there." Her brightness had been easy to see, the way it caused her expression to push towards the positive end. The sheer comparison that a single thought of the man could spring her from the pain she'd been feeling earlier in such a way. It was powerful, something that he knew had slung him from his own darkness many times within the last year. "Opposite. . .?" He closed his eyes, now that he thought of it, Adele seemed to have a difficult time with men in her own way, didn't she? It wasn't that she was bound, in fact, it was that she lost that chain of binding and still hadn't found something that coiled and grounded her since David. The following question caught him off guard, like a deer in headlights which showed in his expression. "Dedicate to me. . .?" Should he feel lucky? Abandoned? Did he even want that kind of a notice from the woman? He couldn't deny that deep inside he wanted her to notice him but it'd been in a way she most likely couldn't provide just yet. "Not that I know or am aware of. She hadn't expected me to pull through before, I think in that final moment she put all she did to try and see if it would be possible. . ." Understanding that -bond- further, he knew she'd always been aware of where her other half had been. Avoiding that part of her for so long only to reach out for his own survival. "I've. . . Actually never sat down with anyone to discuss what they 'expect of me' now. I know Bethianna had been saying that in time, people find their place to make their effect. Choice. . .I had a choice to her, which is how I ended up here." As he spoke the final word his hand reached out to grasp the book of Medicine. "Wizarding, but I'm hoping it would lead me to understand being a Healer. I was hoping to gain enough knowledge that I'd be able to be taught better, understand us better. . . So that loss would be less likely for those that are Male." His head lightly shook. "No dedication from Mamiere. A few from Bethianna: To live and to make sure the path I walked was my choice." Rubbing the back of his neck he sighs gently. "I know at some point I will need to talk to her too, not sure how or even when. Between myself and the twin's that will be born. . . There's a lot I need to get off my chest when talking to her about all of it."
  5. Last week
  6. Normally Andy wasn’t a smoker, she didn’t care much for it, she did however enjoy other things that were probably frowned upon by most, not that she was even going to mention them there. She looked at Adele and then at Allan, the woman really seemed to like to irritate the man, and, he wasn’t particularly pleased with it. It was quite an enjoyable situation, she would have preferred if she wasn’t in the middle of it, but since she was and there was nothing, she could do about it, she had to enjoy the rest. She remained quiet for the time being as Allan spoke. She didn’t bother to read the damn book, she looked through it, well, she looked at it, opened it and closed it again, not the type of books she enjoyed reading, but at least now she knew that it was a rule, a rule she probably would break again but at least knew she should get rid of the evidence. As much as Andy disliked children under a certain age, she could understand the concern about the child, she just didn’t like children, she wasn’t that heartless, but she still didn’t care for the others. She still couldn’t reply to the man, she had no idea how to fight back his logic. Andy looked at Adele to speak but simply remained quiet, watching the woman. She did have some courage, which in a way it only made Andy admire her, probably in a twisted way, but she did admire the woman who was not afraid to lose her job, sadly, Andy was, she was sort of attached to her way of life and she needed the money to eat, it wasn’t like she could survive out of thing air. “I have a question, we can’t smoke, but can we eat?” obviously Andy’s question wasn’t completely innocent, but she wasn’t going to snitch to Allan, as much as kids weren’t her thing she was growing attached to the job and she still needed to eat.
  7. Lorelei was in her lap, and Adele hugged her tight. It still felt weird, the girl being this big. Adele knew that Lei had been struggling in her younger body, and that this was all much better for her. She worried, though. Always worried. Lei hadn't had the years to build up resilience, she was still so new to the world. There was an important aspect to childhood, the way it gave people time to grow into themselves, to learn how the world worked before throwing themselves into it fully. "You can, sweetheart," she said, tucking Lei's hair back behind one of her ears. "That doesn't mean I'm not going to worry for you. That's my job. And I don't worry because you're not physically big enough, or clever enough, or strong enough. I worry because there are things in this world that are deeply unpleasant, consequences that can impact the rest of your life... things I don't want you to be burdened with too soon in your life. And you'll always be too young for me to stop worrying about that, always. And your mother..." Adele's smile quirked up at the corners. "She's new to this too, remember. Your aging up didn't just change you, sweetheart. It changed us all. We need to work out what our place is in your life now, what role we play in it. It's different to when you were small. We're not quite sure what to do yet, what you're able to handle and what you can't. What we still need to protect you from. You can tell your mother things, even things like this. It's probably better if you do, really," Adele added with a sigh. "She's likely very worried you're outgrowing your need of her." But at least Lei had promised to talk first, and jump later. Adele wasn't sure how long that would last with all the teenageness that was also happening. It was nice to think that's at least what Lorelei intended. She nodded, but was still confused on the subject of Stuart. There was no doubting that yes, she felt comfortable around Stuart. It was hard not to. And he supplied a certain, grounded feeling that helped on her crazier days. He was also part of the whole mess that was their lives, and while he may not have understood all the details, Adele was glad for someone to vent to on occasion. Someone who didn't short-circuit at the twisted and convoluted paths that had led them here. The way Lei spoke made it sound as though Adele also gave him something, though. Which couldn't be true. Adele couldn't think of a single benefit she had brought to Stuart's life, aside from the girls. They were people in their own right now and she had merely birthed them. "I've not really got much to offer, certainly not anything he might need," Adele sighed. "I'm just glad he tolerates me most days, really."
  8. It was the last day of the, not so, glorious break and Lexi wanted to stay away from home as much as she could, she felt that every time she walked into that house, she had her grandparents’ eyes judging her every move like she was some common criminal, they already labelled as a criminal, but at least could have put some effort into not considering her ‘common’ she was much better than that. Lexi wasn’t going to be able to get rid of Satan & Satan so soon, which meant staying on campus was the safest place for her to be, at least there she won’t be bullied. As classes started the next day and begging her mother to stay that one night on campus, Lexi decided to spend the day at the grounds with a fake warrior helmet, a foam sword and her Spencer uniform. She could have gotten a more appropriate attire for such an activity, but she wasn’t sure how the school would think if someone was walking around pretending to be a 16th century knight, at least that way they could tell she was a student there. Lexi jumped on a bench, and from that state forward she jumped to a table, all while pretending she was fighting something that somehow only, she could visualize. Everyone that walked past her tried to ignore her, either by leaving or trying to avoid eye contact as they sat in the other tables. Lexi continued to jump from table to bench while carrying the sword in one hand and adjusting the helmet with the other, stopping halfway through her little act to take notes. At least it looked like she was practicing for acting, however she was testing how well her new moves would work during a LARP session. The young Spencer kept playing with the sword until it flew out of her hand, landing on a nearby table, luckily, it seemed that no one was hit.
  9. Earlier
  10. What many would call an 'unlikely' thing to make an impact, he considered it far more likely than most people would've even realized. People enjoyed the art that Amber put herself into not just for the suspense but for the showmanship that had often been showed. A respect for athletes willing to put their bodies through hell just for the sake of entertainment of others as much as it had been for trying to attain a personal dream. Two things being worked on with presence alone, a single action or move that could make the hearts of audience bump with adrenaline just from watching it. He hadn't expected the reaction of her pressing her cheek against his shoulder, the warmth that radiated from it felt. . . Nice. His hand raising up to brush several strands of hair behind her ears while his gaze shifted towards her, listening to the deal she desired to strike. "Alright, that's a deal. I'll make sure I'm on the sideline, a well sketched picture of your attire at the time and giving you every bit of cheer that I can." She had a plan, a goal, it seemed. Travis had originally never taken her as the type of person to have such a clear minded certainty and yet here she'd been, proving him wrong once more. A clear sign that one shouldn't judge by the daily encounters, that would always been something more and deeper inside of an individual. "As long as you know I'll always support you with it too. Whatever the aim and how ever long it takes, you'll have me around to remind you." He wanted to see that rise, to see her doing well and succeeding. Not to brag that she was his friend but to be able to brag and say that nothing had stopped her dreams and the meaning behind them. "You've my word on that."
  11. Laurie had honestly been surprised that nobody had come up with such an idea in the time she had spent on campus at that point. Did Tallygarunga students have no sense of humor? Despite the sheer amount of freedom the students were allowed in comparison to Durmstrang, they managed to somehow seem more strict than them at times. With so many people bending themselves backwards over school points and high grades, the newly minted Spencer figured it was high time -- in a literal sense -- that she'd do something about it and instilled some fun, and potential horror, in the local denizens. The Quidditch field would be ideal to put her plan to action. She had stolen a 'Dolores' mannequin from the Wandless Magic's teacher's room with disappointing ease (Why the hell did the Professor call it that? Was it some reference?), having used the old party trick of transmogrifying it into something smaller so to leave the premises free of suspicion. Arriving at the empty pitch, as students rarely trained when the break rolled around due to a distinct lack of bodies to fill the positions, the brunette walked all the way to the center of it and placed the doll there, upright, and took a few steps back. Looking around, she could see that there was enough space in all directions for her to conclude the final part of her plan without too much structural damage past destroying the grass under her feet. But, before she could bring about the true magnitude of her prank, she had to decorate the vessel for her wicked ways. But what should she do? "Hm... You need more color." The Spencer mused out loud. With a flick of her wand, she cast a spell that turned the entire dummy into an eye-catching golden color, rather than just tan. "Too many clothes." Another wand movement and the clothing covering the model came flying off, carelessly left discarded on the ground. Taking the tip of her wand to her chin, she mused what sort of makeover she should apply to what would eventually become her puppet, thinking it looked far too human for her tastes. Maybe she should make it look more like a monster? Or a robot? If only Max had been there to brainstorm with ideas and not ran off with Senan, she thought.
  12. Aspen hadn’t realized how the sudden movement could have caused Lisa’s head to hit the stand, but as Aspen thought about stopping but the feeling of Lisa’s hand on her head, touching her hair and pretty much telling Aspen not to stop, made the girl do exactly that, to continue the kiss. It all seemed like a dream, like something that was almost unreachable, unable to attain, and yet there it was, Aspen was kissing Lisa and Lisa was reciprocating it. Aspen came to the conclusion that now they were a thing, they were together, but were they going to keep it low for a while or not? They were in opposing houses, both captains of their teams, that could cause a lot of gossiping, how games could be fixed. In a way Aspen didn’t care much for gossip, but in this case, it could affect the whole team, both teams actually, which could potentially create some problems between friends. When Lisa pulled away, Aspen smiled at the girl. “I think it’s quite obvious.” The way they were acting and how accepting of one another’s touch they were, it proved that neither of them was going anywhere that night. They were going to sleep in each other’s arms and if the bed wasn’t big enough for both of them, they would simply have to find a solution to their problem.
  13. The smile was returned easily and the blonde woman relaxed a little as she set down the toddler, who decided that she was wander around and get into whatever she could. It was something Ele had grown used to now, and simply kept an eye on just to make sure that Elena didn't accidentally pick up something she could harm herself with. She knew the importance of exploration and not coddling a child too much, though at least. Slowly, but surely, she was growing used to this life as an adoptive mother to the girls. And was finding it wasn't all too bad, especially since she and Nina seemed to be getting along at least a little bit better now as well. "Mostly very little to do around the house, and I also had a little bit of my own paperwork to take care of here," Ele explained while her gaze still watched the little girl who was wandering around. "Though, I've said I'll give Nina some extra pocket money if she takes care of some of the typing for me. Nothing too important, just things that need to be reformatted. She seemed pretty happy with the arrangement." Perhaps the idea of some responsibility, as well as obviously the extra cash to spend on whatever she wanted, helped. "I also, very stupidly, just realised that there's a Bellerose at the school... and that she's one of my half sisters which makes me feel awkward as hell. How many times must we have passed each other and didn't even know?" Ele huffed a gentle sigh as a hand lifted to ruffle at her hair a little, "But I'm still worried, because there's still been no sign of anyone having tracked you-know-who down."
  14. As the hand was stuck out, Amber reflexively met it with her own calloused palm for a strong, firm handshake. She had no intent on harming the girl in any way (and hoped she didn't), yet old habits were hard to shake. "Cheers, Nareena. I'm Amber, 'n the escape artist's Harvey. Ya know, like Harvey Dent." She was fairly sure that whom Keira had named the little creature after, being the comic book aficionado that she was - not that she could judge, being one herself. The longer time went on, the more appropriate Two-Face's name was for the animal, or so the Spencer was inclined to believe. "S'actually not mine. It's my cousin's. Ya might've heard of her. Samantha Hammond, Bourke, fifth year, army of creepy folks forever trailing behind her. Anyway, I got her Harvey like half a year ago and she keeps losing him. It's kinda ridiculous, really. It's been happenin' all over the place with so many people that I think there's some sorta curse placed on pet ownership or something." She knew about Max's rat's frequent escapes, and she also knew Meadow's roommate, whatever her name was, had her own pet go missing prior to its passing. Perhaps it was for the best that Amber didn't have any, even if she didn't reside within the school premises proper. "Anyway, I don't know what they eat, to be honest. This is just the first thing that came to mind. You got any ideas?" Perhaps Nareena would have more information on pygmy puffs than she did - either they weren't covered in Care for Magical Creatures at all or the Spencer had slept through the class. As she idly spoke to the Flinders, tone fluctuating as she struggled not to be loud and bother everyone else present, she was entirely unaware of a pair of beady black eyes fixated on her from above, the owner of which hatching a plan...
  15. There was a special place in hell for those who demanded a certain Spencer to be in the Tallygarunga campus during a lovely (yet somewhat cold) Saturday afternoon - even if that person happened to be the cinnamon roll that was Amber's cousin, Samantha. The Bourke had picked up a double shift in the bakery she worked at, and given the lack of a present roommate, she had to ask someone to take care of little Harvey; Amber couldn't possibly understand why Samantha had chosen her, of all people, yet there she was, sitting on a bench with the creature's creepy black bead-like eyes staring up at her. Its sheer amount of fur protected it nicely from the cold as it seemed mostly unaffected. Nearby was a tupperware container with a small pincer-like tool laying atop its closed lid. Why did it have to be bugs? "Hey, weirdo. Can't ya eat something better, like meat? 'N that's me sayin' it." The wrestler spoke to the creature, as if expecting some sort of reply. Instead, her words were met with deafening silence, stare unbroken. One could hear a pin drop with the pygmy puff's lack of reaction. Amber wasn't quite sure why, but over time the fur ball's presence went from overwhelmingly cute to nightmarish. She could swear she could feel the cold, impenetrable gaze stare at her at various points throughout her day, and even when she went to sleep. Almost as if the foul beast had implanted its consciousness in her mind. "No? Nothing?" The Spencer outstretched a finger to gently prod the creature. Its body swayed accordingly but there wasn't so much as a blink. A few moments of silence passed, and there was finally movement - Harvey very slowly walked onto her hand, crossed it and proceeded to make its way up her arm at an incredibly slow rate, comparable to baby steps. She watched it incredulously, eyes squinting as her limb became a path for the animal. "...You're a creepy little bastard, aren't ya...?" Throughout its ascent, eye contact was never broken still. It sent a shiver down her spine as those small eyes watched her. Analyzed her. Judged her.
  16. Being sociable and being likable, he found, had never been mutually exclusive to one another. There'd been a number of people that had been social butterflies, interacted with because of the doors they opened for others and not because they'd been an actual individual worth interacting with. While he didn't see himself as someone that could open any kind of 'doors', he often felt most simply associated with him because there hadn't been much better to do or that they just needed someone to pass the time with. He wasn't quite pessimistic to think that it went for every individual but there were a few that prowled his mind that he'd been more certain than not that it'd been the case. In his opinion, often, the far more quite individuals held an atmosphere of enjoyment when it came to communications even if for the most part they'd be silent - not unlike Dani. Even in the usual reserved demeanor her personality had been genuinely comforting. Not wanting her to believe he planned to drop out of her life or never contact her again, a sense of making sure she'd been aware of his future plans had been important. As much as it had been a means to make a living it'd been a way to understand that which had been cursed in his veins, something that he had hoped with enough study would unveil a way to combat it more effectively. At the very least, place him in a better position to understand it far more thoroughly. "Oh? You have a few tricks tucked up your sleeves there?" He spoke lightly, a smile crossed his face while his gaze lowered towards the ground allowing for his mind to consider the offer that had been made by her. He wasn't going to insult her by asking if she'd been certain on the offer, if nothing else, Danielle always seemed to be a young woman of certainty when she extended her hand out in an offer."Sure, if you think you might have the time." Between taking care of herself and her sister, School, and whatever else she fond herself getting into, he didn't want to eat up her time. It hadn't occurred to him, at first, how much of the Movie that *he* had been talking through. This caused his mouth to clamp down shut, he'd been blathering far too much and ruining it all most likely, not even risking a proper apology if only to risk the chance of allowing for another session that would disturb the contents of what they were watching. Chestnut irises pinned towards the modest screen of the television set and his back pressed against the edge of his bed. He should really reconsider on taking up a talking less pact, an idea that pressed through his mind as a means to disturb others less especially in moments when talking wasn't necessarily the point of the gathering.
  17. Aspen continued the massage on the younger girl, it wasn’t something she would mind doing, she wouldn’t mind receiving either. She watched Lisa’s reaction to her reply, it seemed that Lisa was surprised? Maybe she wasn’t that surprised, and the expression just showed something else entirely different. She didn't even bother to dare Lisa, they’ve been playing that game for a while and it was useless by now saying it, they both knew where that was going to end up to, but Lisa began talking. Aspen was quite surprised with the reply that Lisa had given her, and it only made her more curious to know the type that Lisa was into, maybe she played in Aspen’s field, which in a way brought a smile to the Bourke’s face. She understood where Lisa was going, mindless dating someone wasn’t something Aspen would do unless she felt attracted to that person. Lisa finally called the game for what it was, a truth or truth game since they … Aspen bent the rules a little bit. The dare was not something Aspen was expecting, but she agreed to it and sat next to Lisa. “We can also make a bet and see who’s the first that falls asleep while watching the movie.” Aspen knew she couldn’t escape it, she was the one that was going to lose.
  18. His arm wrapped around her waist lightly, mostly to keep her from falling down once he'd realized the wobbled legs. While he may not have caused it directly, indirect responsibility laid within him. If only for the scope that meeting him had been the catalyst to make the event even occur. It wasn't bad, not even in the slightest, as his body noted finally being able to reel back from the pleasure that had been gifted to it. Even still, it wasn't fully within their will and he'd been more than aware of that situation for the both of them. Nothing could've been done to change it much, at the very least, they chose to keep going of their own volition even if it'd been realized mid-pleasure. "Still, I want to at least make it clear by showing a sense of respect." He stated smoothly, it hadn't been an entire lie either. While he may not have known her name and it was clear she'd been no virgin or amateur it didn't mean he had to treat her like she'd only been a body and vagina for the kind of a use. No matter how abrasive his attituded tended to be in general towards a wealth of people, there had still be a code that he followed in how he treated and interacted with others on a basic human level to some degree. That included the importance of their bodies. "I hadn't taken you the type to pick up random's at a bar." Lives of walk had been unique in that manner, Senan had to admit. Whatever she chose to do in her off hours truly hadn't been his concern or business. "Albertine Bellerose. . . It has quite the high society sound to it." While he hadn't been very familiar with Australian High society families it'd been obvious she'd been from a French line. They tended to have far more than even the British or the Irish from his last indication. A soft huff of amusement pulsed from him and his arm started to shift away from her, silver-grey eyes scanned her form and then gave himself a gander. "Well, we've seen enough of each other to make it a nice meet up, I admit." The tips of his fingers brushed the drooped strands of damp hair from his eyes as he swept them backwards into place. "I perhaps should be getting dress. It would feel less compromising." It would be an irony to say that he felt 'naked' without feeling guarded by clothes in any kind of situation. He started to slowly back out of the shower while extending his finger to conjure up a towel for himself, as he lacked on, never intending to take a shower in the face. Unravelling it, he began to dry himself off afterwards then started to pull his clothing back on. "So, what prompted you to take a shower other than wanting the simplicity of being alone?"
  19. Remi had left, leaving Meadow and Travis behind. While the Flinders was unsure if the feeling was shared, she couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach with the sheer awkwardness of the situation. What had meant to be a celebratory night for all of them (even if Meadow herself had vehemently resisted the idea of attending the ball) turned out to be one full of heart wrenching revelations, one where everyone could take peeks into one's persona life and past. All the things they wanted to ignore, forget or otherwise keep secret, bubbling to the surface. The guilt over her own mistake was greatly exacerbated by the fact Meadow herself hadn't partaken in any amount of sharing. She had been a coward, as was usual for her, and left her own not so squeaky clean past go unnoticed by her friends yet again. She nodded at Travis' request, his words giving her a newfound perspective into Remi's situation - oddly enough, in a bit of a relatable light. Even if she hadn't been subjected to such a thing, Meadow too had grown up with her parents dictating what she should wear, how she should deal with others, what she should pursue, what she should think. She had considered blood supremacists to just being extremists shut in their own bubble, but ultimately that's what cultists were as well, wasn't it? People with a ridiculous ideology, shutting themselves and their kin out of the world, deeming everyone else filthy and unworthy, deserving of doom. If only Meadow had similar courage to escape that upbringing. Her face grimaced in defeat as Travis mentioned the dance. For a moment she had hoped she had forgotten; and at some level, she resented the fact that him and Samantha had taught her how to dance properly, making her strongest excuse to evade the event fly out the window. For a moment, she considered handing him the potion again before heading out, not liking how he looked. Fortunately for the both of them, common sense prevailed: they had just endured a very mentally draining situation, and pushing for it again would do no good. Perhaps the day after, or even the next term, would be better. "First, and only dance for me, really. I'm heading back as soon as possible." She resigned to her fate, letting the Bourke take her hand without resistance. For as much as she disliked the idea of heading to the ball, he was entirely correct - at that point, she owed him that.
  20. The necklace had been far more than a trinket to him, though it had been in his presence for barely a day the fact of the matter remained it had been given to him by someone that cherished him and that he, in turn, cherished vastly. While he would need to be careful when handling it, he did knew that at some point he would end up touching the pendant fondly while thinking about her. The symbol of the Tree of Life did help to keep things in excellent perspective as well. She complimented him, in his opinion. Whether or not she felt the same he hadn't been sure but the fact that he hated irritated her or caused her to become annoyed with him showed prospectively good signs. A wide smile and bashful laughter rumbled from him, that cheeky smile etched in his mind. "Then I'll make sure to keep exciting you." He offered a charming smile as he had yet to actively achieve manifesting a cheeky enough smile that could rival hers. While he spent the time getting himself clean her words bounced around his head ling a ping-pong ball, 'I excite her. . .? I guess I shouldn't be surprised hearing it considering the oil incident.' They'd both agreed that there would be a time they needed to undergo that kind of personal ritual which had been an agreement that still stuck with him; Drawing a fond smile as his mind wandered to think about the feisty red-head and her flirtatious jousting. "I'm sure it will be a good movie. They often say it isn't just the quality of the film but also the quality of the company that make these kinds of things enjoyable." Whether that final part had bene true or not? He wasn't entirely sure, however, he'd been more than willing to try out that idea. After all, he had the perfect person to try it out with and there'd been no doubt within his mind that the time would be enjoyable next to her. Even if the movie had been bad? Poorly directed or downright awful effects to the quality of it? It would be a memory that was worth far more than what the movie itself could break, besides, sometimes bad movies could be a positively good thing in humor. As she sat down his arms gently curled around her waist, pulling her in gently enough that their bodies could press against one another. The covers that he held swaddled the both of them at the same time in a warming embrace that had only been increased by the closeness of one another. There'd been no intention of him trying to do anything beyond that, simply cuddling with her had started to prove to be a good thing. Holding her. . .It caused a reaction within his chest and his lips began to curl into a soft appreciative smile as his eyes closed, smelling her in a light whiff as to avoid alerting her of the very action that his nose had been attempting. 'She smells amazing. . . It seems to relax me so.' Slowly his eyes opened up and focus adjusted to the movie that she'd placed in, that it seemed a friend had given her. It hadn't been bad so far either, a pirate themed one with. . . Creepy puppet animals and people? They must have been the 'Muppets'. To get to this point after a chaotic day, it seemed nearly impossible that they would've been able to do just this. But the longer he sat there, enjoying the movie, and far more enjoyment out of her company? The more he realized that maybe this had been the better option, as much as he'd wanted to kiss her, to embrace in a shower or the oil on a intimate level. Maybe, what they really needed, had been a far more tender moment to gain an idea of the turmoil within themselves. Senan wasn't the type to believe in solely fate, but he did believe that certain things weren't mutable and needed to occur for the benefit and betterment of an individual or individuals.
  21. Travis eyes squinted for a moment, there'd been someone approaching at least that had been what his ears had told him. A gentle whiff of the air told his brain that someone had been getting closer as well, there'd been a unique scent to them as well but he couldn't pin out why. . . At the time it didn't seem important, there'd been no expectation that anyone would stop or pay any attention to him or what he'd been doing. Not until the young teen approached him with a compliment no less which caused his head to lift up and look around as if she'd been talking towards someone else. 'I guess she'd really been talking to me!' He thought to himself, not minding the attention that had been gained for his art. "Oh, it's no biggie. Thanks for the compliment though. Tend to try and put as much detail as I can without making it all seem too overwhelming." A far more difficult task when his senses had been so acute in the first place. His hand rose up gently and head shook in the same fashion. "Woah, you don't need to leave alone. I never turn down the presence of a beautiful lady." He stated smoothly with a roguish smile. Then his hand shifted to pat the ground next to him gently as if to signal that she could sit down if that's what she would've wanted to do while scooting over a few inches towards the opposite direction. "Company can be a pretty good thing on an otherwise slow and boring day, at least that's what I tell myself from time to time." "I think I've seen you around the school before." Mostly when he'd been trying to sneak into the Flinder's Girl's dormitory to go visit Meadow or Remi if he remembered. Perhaps even around the school and a few other classes. Placing the pencil down gently against the sketchpad while balancing both on his legs; His hand would reach out towards her in the form of a greeting. "Well, to be far more formal and reduce saying, 'Hey, You.' from being spoken. The names Travis, nice to meet you. . .?" The tone of his voice trailed off as he hoped it'd lead her to speak her own name, if she'd felt comfortable about anyways. Unless she listened to some of the Tally grapevine rumors that shifted about him then he wasn't sure if she'd feel the same way about meeting him.
  22. "Too trusting? More like, too corrupted at this point..." The Flinders muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at the notion. Travis' flirtations always went over her head, whether because she willingly chose to ignore them or because they would only earn a bit of a death glare out of her. Yet, despite all their headbutting over outward demeanor, there was always still one point or another where she'd bring his head to her lap and run a hand through his hair, or lean her head on his shoulder while they sat somewhere, or even clinging to his arm at times. Perhaps the rumors wouldn't be so unfounded at that point, as she probably would think the same thing from watching any other pair of students doing the very same. "...Yeah, you're right. I should go." She muttered. The display of affection resulted in a small smile and Meadow didn't pull away, although she found herself increasingly aware of her surroundings - should a student walk by that general area, things would only get worse if they saw them. "I don't think I'll be burst through any door anytime soon if you bother telling me things every once in a while, okay? And don't worry, I'll start doing the same." It was a fair compromise, in her opinion. Ultimately, even if she had been the one to catalyse it, the situation exploded over each holding too many secrets over the other. Perhaps it wasn't the best course of action between two people who claimed to be the best of friends, no matter how deep or dark those secrets could be. "I'll see you later, okay? And don't miss class again." She spoke. Despite the stern glance during her demand, there was a hint of concern in her tone. With that, she left the Bourke behind, headed to the Kookynie Halls, frequently double-checking her surroundings to see if anyone was spying on them.
  23. There were different kinds of love but one way or another everyone loved a redhead, what was there not to love? But she decided not to open her mouth, it was better not to say anything. She simply looked at him with a smile, perhaps one day he’ll fall in love and if it’s a redhead she hopes that her words will come to his mind and he will remember that she was right about the fact that everyone loves a redhead. She smiled at Travis as he spoke. Weren’t they all confused? Trying to find themselves and their place in the world? She was sure she had found hers, or at least it seemed that way. “I’m sure you’ll find yourself.” It wasn’t an easy task to do, and probably was going to take a while, but she did hope he was able to do it. Max was surprised about the others House Captain; the Spencer House Captain seems to be chill about everything, apparently, the Bourke needed a new House Captain. “Pizza? Sounds like a good plan to me.” She waved at Travis as she watched him go. “Good luck Travis.” She eventually left as well, happy that she had a movie to watch.
  24. "Now, see, flying just becomes a heavy advantage for you. But you'll need it, I'll let you have that." He wasn't sure if that had been his ego or his confident talking. There'd been certainty within himself that he could catch her as long as he hadn't been too much of Himself and more of 'himself'. It meant that choosing a proper day would be important, one where the advantage she held could be balanced out by his own advantage. It mean a time during the week of the full moon. . . Yes, that would heighten his gifts dramatically to give him quite the fair chance. Travis smirked towards her as his arms started to unfold. "Of course, prizes. See, I'm not really the sort that enjoys something without a pretty good target to gun towards. Winning is all good but that's not the feeling I want to chase." The chase itself had been rewarding enough but that hadn't been the only thing he wanted to get out of it. In the way that he wanted it to be far more fun with a good fun prize that either of them could enjoy fully. "You know, I figured that out by your tenacity a bit. Too much of a stubborn streak in you. Reminds me of someone but I can't think of the person at the moment." By 'someone' he actually meant himself not that he needed to fully acknowledge that in front of her. "I would never ask you to do anything that had been against your beliefs or that you felt had been exploitative." Not that he didn't think she'd agree to something if it did seem that way. Since there hadn't been any for certain agreement on what he brought up previously now seemed like a good time. "How about if I win, the answer to that trip to Egypt shifts from a maybe to a yes. And if you win well. . . Then we can take a trip anywhere you want." That sounded more like a Win-Win to him regardless, it would put him back a bit on the journey towards being a Curse Breaker but it wasn't something that would make it impossible to do. At times a good trip before jumping into work like a slave had been good for the mind. His ears twitched as the bells started to ring and a series of desks and chairs echoed in unison along with the shuffle of people putting their stuff in bags. "Sounds like a deal. Don't go trying to duck me now, if I have to hunt you down then it won't be pretty~." A gentle tease as he offered a playful wink and started to gather up his own things and started to walk towards the exit of the Nurses office. It had been better if he left before people started to spot him anyways. The last thing he wanted to leave the woman to deal with had been the minor rumors that tended to follow him in certain circles.
  25. To never encounter someone whom had been willing to fight for his presence simply to have it and not to abuse it for some ulterior reason or motive. Well, not entirely non-ulterior, he imagined that the reason for her had to have been similar to his own. The way that they'd stared down at one another in a way that seemed like hours, days, had only been several passing minutes since they actually entered into the building. What sparked the fire, the need and want, he couldn't pick out the start of it only that the way it had burned and set blaze to everything between themselves in something that he didn't want to keep contained. As she laughed he couldn't help the next words that absentmindedly slipped. "Perfection. . ." It came out in a adoring whisper. He had begun to believe that it didn't matter where it started, memories like that had been held for different kind of people. What mattered, the most important factor for him, had been that it was there, it was real and there. It never occurred to him that a person could've been a place to be, it hadn't been something he considered in his life. For a while, 'Home', it seemed like a place that had been more physical and less emotionally tied. It could've been that it'd been far more harmful that there could've been no chance for him to truly grow, attach and see where it things would've evolved in himself by encountering proper people. Not to be instantly thrusted into the land of intrigue, lies, and insincerity. As the moment passed through he did begin to understand bits of the maelstrom of emotions, enough that he knew that if she were to ever leave he'd go, if she were to ever ask him. Next to her side seemed so appealing, tempting, and above all, inviting. Senan's smile grew weakly as he felt around for the door knob fully until it filled the depth of his palm. There were very few things in the world that were incredibly dangerous and volatile, who would've thought a single person only being there, always there, somehow when it mattered could cause that kind of an effect. Volatile, explosive, and dangerous on the scale of how much of a hold had been grasped of himself towards her. He'd been glad for the discipline that had been built up over the years else he would've stayed in that room until someone came to pry the two of them apart. Once the door had fully been pulled open, his gaze turned away from her a trying trial if there had ever been one. It did help that their hands had been connected, a sense of awareness that she'd still been there and attached to him. Something that would need to suffice as he moved ahead through the School grounds once more, avoiding the various patrols and making their way back off. They needed to find her roommates skateboard and dispose of the body properly, at least give the man a proper burial somewhere with respected rites. A hypocrisy on his own part considering the hand he had in it but he hadn't been a savage.
  26. There it was, Meadow's common issue when it came to friendships at the school - they all wanted to hang out outside its walls, something the fifth year couldn't afford to do. Unless she wanted to tempt her parents into homeschooling her, of course. But how was she to dodge the seemingly inevitable incoming interrogation on the matter coming from her roommate? "Honestly, I don't really like going out that much..." She lied. At least her actions could back up her claims - she never really went out of campus much at all, and when she did, she was escorting Samantha Hammond around most of the time. She was a pureblood witch, so there was no harm; and by presenting herself as a liaison to the humongous Hammond family, she could easily score some points with her parents and be granted some more freedom. "There's lots of things we can do in Tally as is, why go outside?" The fact that they had magic at their disposal made for endless forms of entertainment.
  27. Max had no idea what Hogwarts looked like, but she had read about it. She was sure she probably didn’t last a whole month there without getting into trouble, not to mention those stairs they had were a death trap, sounded fun but the last thing Max wanted was to have a staircase telling her which direction she had to go. The war bit sounded cool, interesting to a degree. “Well, that does sound fun, but isn’t a lot more fun participating?” Max’s love for chaos will be the end of her one day Laurie explained why she had ended up in Tally, it was weird that they confused the two as they sounded very different. “That makes no sense honestly.” She laughed at the situation, Tally and Hogwarts were different and same with Balcolyn, who would mix these names? An idiot? “I am sure you’ll enjoy Tally, and it takes a lot to get you kicked out, I bet in Hogwarts most people here wouldn’t last that long.”
  28. She couldn’t disagree with Alex, the cup was irrelevant, after a few years most people would have forgotten about the cup and who had won, but as he spoke, good pranks had a way of staying in history forever. “So, what you mean is, we need to make the best prank ever in the history of Tally.” She said with a mischievous smile on her lips, she couldn’t wait to start working on one, there was still time but there’s nothing wrong with some planning. Sure, they could go with a tune but a prank big enough would be considered one of the biggest in Tally’s history. Max looked at him with a fake surprised look on her face. “Rude.” She said, still pretending to be surprised at his words and actions, before laughing at the situation. She quickly took some from the tray, she was sure one person was going to enjoy this, she wasn’t so sure about the other, but if he didn’t want to eat, she’d eat it for him. “Ah, you see mini-Max, is actually the Tally Ninja and she has some tricks up her sleeve.” She announced. There weren’t that many tricks up her sleeve when it came to speed, she simply knew how to use the environment to her advantage, and there were always fast ways to move around town than the usual paths people take. She nodded at his suggestion. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be caught outside after curfew.” She made her way to the door to leave the kitchen. “So, I suppose I’ll see you around and let’s not forget we got to meet at the Roo for some planning.” Once they were out of the building, she moved towards the dorm rooms.
  29. Was the Librarian that bad as people said she was? Andy was yet to meet this mysterious woman that everyone seemed to be afraid of. “Seriously? The woman can’t be that bad of a person, I think you’re all exaggerating a little, but I also don’t know her, unless you want me to be scared of her.” Andy had no idea if Derrick was or wasn’t exaggerating about the Librarian but all that just made Andy want to meet the woman as quickly as she could. “That’s amazing, I can’t wait to visit the Library.” She said with a slightly excited voice, an unusual tone for Andy. “Maybe next time you show me that magnificent place in the roof.” She suggested. It was getting a bit late, not only for her but for Derrick as well, she assumed he probably had better things to do than to show her that spot on the roof. “The Roo seems like a good place, minus the kids obviously…” she began before realizing that she was going to be teaching some of those kids. “I mean, after their curfew.” She continued trying not to show that she was too keen on the students. They would be in the age range that she can tolerate, except their dramas, teen drama was the worst thing she had ever experienced. “It’s getting a bit late, I should probably let you go.”
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