The whole idea of having to fight to defend himself didn’t seem like an attractive one to Iggy, but he supposed it really was no different than back home. The problem was he hardly knew the rules of engagement, or even if there were any. He knew fighting was illegal, but if people did it anyway what consequences could there really be? Defying authority at home was an excellent way to get oneself killed, or at least trapped in a very unpleasant situation. Until he learned a little more magic, he would have to depend on other people to keep him out of trouble, which wasn’t a very nice thought. Iggy watched the dancing a little more, frowning as he looked more closely at what people were actually doing. ‘It’s just made up?’ That seemed sort of obvious now that Tyson said it, but Iggy was a little baffled about how such a gathering could be called a ‘ball’ when it was becoming increasingly clear that there were no formalities or proper behaviour beyond what was normal in a classroom. He shook his head. ‘I need to get out more.’ He took a long sip of his drink and polished off his sandwich. Stepping onto the floor, he offered the taller boy his hand. ‘Do you want join me? It’s less awkward if we both do it, after all.’ It wasn’t his intention to put Tyson on the spot or to make him uncomfortable, rather he thought that perhaps the reason the young man wasn’t dancing was because he had no partner. That was natural. There was always someone left by the wayside at these sort of events. It was always polite to ask, to give someone an opportunity to join in if they wanted to. He grinned. 'Don't worry. I'll protect you from werewolves.'
Iggy scooped the remains of his pastry up onto the paper plate and dropped the whole thing into a nearby dustbin. He dusted his fingers off, surreptitiously using a tiny bit of magic to make the crumbs fall off neatly rather than leaving his hands sticky. The sandwiches seemed safer. He took a salad one from the table and transferred it to a clean plate. He frowned. ‘I didn’t think we were likely to be involved in many fights at school.’ His parents had specifically sent him to Tallygarunga to get away from any of that mischief, if they had been mislead he really should tell them. But he really didn’t want to get transferred again, he’d only just finished unpacking everything. ‘Dad’s pretty used to dodging questions.’ Iggy sighed hard enough to stir his bangs away from his face. ‘It makes it impossible to lie to him and impossible to get him to tell the truth. He wiggles right out, like an eel.’ He wiggled his arms and swayed his body to demonstrate. ‘It’s infuriating.’ Having a magical cop as a parent had its downsides. Thankfully neither of Iggy’s parents had ever been particularly overprotective, but it made keeping secrets especially hard which was tough on a teenage boy. ‘Have you ever seen a werewolf? What would you do if you met one?’ Just then, the music volume got a little louder and the tune changed to something decidedly more lively. Several students moved into the dance area and began moving around - Iggy found himself staring despite himself. He pointed at them quickly, mindful not to be rude about it. 'Is that... the dancing? It... looks complicated....?' There wasn't any rhyme or reason to the steps that he could see, were there just that many, or?
Ignatius Larue earned a Medal Class Champion Level One
Iggy fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t really understand, but since he couldn’t cast spells there was no way for him to really articulate why. An overwhelming number of the students could already conjure a patronus, which made him feel both intimidated and irritated. How did he get in the class full of prodigies? More likely they just had more experience and he shouldn’t hold it against them, and he didn’t exactly - it was more a sense that he’d wondered into a year twelve class rather than year ten. Swallowing his nerves, he stood up and pointed his wand-stick - channeling his natural magic through an inanimate object was always difficult and he barely remembered to say the incantation. ‘Expecto Patronum.’ It was more of a mumble than a chant, but he managed to protect a shimmery sort of disc into the air. It was wobbly - non-organic shapes were the hardest to recreate. The edges were also rather ill-defined and wisps of it peeled off into the air. He dismissed it before it could disturb the whiskers of the sleeping kitten under his desk. Hopefully it had at least looked like a Patronus to the students, though he didn’t think the teacher would be fooled for a second. He caught her eye and made a sort of helpless sort of shrug. The red-haired girl close by seemed to be having no trouble at all with the spell. The mare was perfectly formed and looked solid enough to touch, though he knew better. Even the darker girl next to her managed a non-corporeal patronus. ‘That’s impressive - where did you guys learn to do that? I didn’t think it was required learning here…’
Ignatius Larue earned a Medal School Superstar Level One
Iggy eyed his pastry critically. Making it float would be easy, but keeping it at the correct height and not accidentally dropping it was another matter entirely. He’d already made a bit of an idiot of himself by nearly ruining his nice tunic, he didn’t really want to make a mess of his boots too. That and he hadn’t brought his wand; it wasn’t needed, more a piece of camouflage than anything else, but he didn’t really want to give himself away to someone on whom he was trying to make an impression. Thankfully the topic seemed to have moved on, and while he succeeded in making the thing wobble above the plate for a moment - his curiosity got the better of him - trying to talk at the same time made it impossible to concentrate. The pastry fell with a bit of a splat when the topic of violence surfaced. ‘Are muggles so likely to seek a fight?’ That was concerning, especially since magic in self defense wasn’t really seen in a positive light by the wizarding government. How then would they treat a fae whose magic still had a tendency to go haywire? He could end up turning their heads into something strange. Iggy had a sudden powerful image of a stately wizard toppling from a punch to the nose and snorted, covering the sound with his hand - there was an idea. ‘I’ll have to remember that if occasion should arise.’ He mumbled, still trying to stifle a chuckle. It was a useful thing to know. … and just when he thought the conversation was going well, he had crumbs stuck to his face. He scrubbed them off with the back of his hand and looked away, blushing up to his ears. ‘Gods I’m a right idiot- Can’t even eat cake.’ He cleared his throat. ‘So, an auror? My father works in that area, though he doesn’t tell me much. It seems rather dangerous.’ He bit his lip against another huge grin. ‘Although I’m sure a werewolf wouldn’t expect a swift kick to the face.’
Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the classes he had been looking forward to the most. He had new books all organised, with paper clips and folders and pens falling out of his ears in case anyone asked for a spare. He had meant to be well on time, to get there before anyone else and just bask in the empty classroom. It was his first day of school and he wanted to get it done right. But somehow everything that morning had gone wrong - from his phone dying after a broken charging cable, to needing a spare uniform fifteen minutes out the gate after tripping in the dust, to misplacing his school diary- As it was he arrived to class out of breath and barely on time, sprouting water lilies from his hair in a way that no amount of styling was going to look natural. He adjusted his glasses to hide behind the lopsided frames as he made his way to his desk and placed his books down just as the teacher started her introduction. Okay, okay deep breaths. You’re not late. It’s not a big deal. It was disappointing, but Iggy was almost immediately distracted by the letters on the whiteboard - PATRONUS CHARM - and his stomach did a curious little flip. He hadn’t expected such a complicated charm in the first lesson and he was further stunned by the notion that some students might already have conjured one. In fact he seemed to be the one of the only students who had not yet attempted it. He raised his hand, waiting to be acknowledged before he cleared his throat. ‘I’ve heard you need a strong memory of happiness. So what if-‘ He stumbled, wondering how to word this without sounding pathetic. ‘What if there is no such memory? I-I don’t mean I haven’t had a happy life! I just have nothing quite so clear or-‘ He ended up mumbling into his desk, blushing up to his ears. Gods but he could almost picture the indignation on his cenn’s face. Upon peeking up cautiously from behind his fringe, he noticed for the first time that there seemed to be an abundance of... odd, students in the room. He couldn't pinpoint why, but there was something different about them. The teacher as well. A strange luminance? Like a bit of crystal catching the light. How strange. Now that he thought back, more than a few students seemed distracted today, perhaps that had something to do with it? Was it a Glamour?
Iggy took a syrupy pastry and nibbled on one corner, attempting to be delicate and only succeeding in spilling almonds all down his shirt. ‘Gah!’ He brushed frantically at the cloth, shaking the sash out and trying to chase the crumbs out of the seams. The remainder of the pastry was crammed unceremoniously into his mouth in his haste to prevent his tunic staining. ‘… I should get a plate.’ Feeling slightly sheepish, he took one from the table and placed the half eaten pastry on top - it felt like defeat. Chewing, he considered what Tyson was saying about his training, taking a moment to swallow before answering. ‘Why do you need to fight? Is that normal for wizards? I mean- you have a wand.’ There seemed to be far easier ways to stay in shape, and martial arts seemed fairly useless if someone could send you flying with a flick of the wrist. Plus hitting people would be unpleasant - it made his skin tingle just thinking about it. ‘Oh… that’s too bad. Are you going professional with Quidditch? I was thinking of trying for a team this year, if I turn out to be any good that is.’ He still had crumbs at the corner of his mouth that he hadn't noticed, too focused on talking now that his tunic was saved. 'What position do you play- Did you play? Or do you still play? I sort of lost that part of the conversation. How good do you have to be to get on a team?'
Iggy grinned, pressing a hand to his chest and exhaling loudly in a pantomime of relief. ‘Thank goodness! I would have hated to make an inadvertent faux pax on my first group showing.’ There had been nothing on the poster about bringing anyone along, but he had been naturally nervous when seeing how many other students were in pairs - and had to wonder if it was an unspoken expectation. But apparently not. When Tyson claimed that Tallygarunga had a reputation for sub-standard education, Iggy frowned in confusion. He had heard something of the opposite - but then unorthodox and strange was very much the order of the day in his family. ‘Ah. That explains why my parents were so insistent then.’ He offered a paper plate of pastries after taking one for himself. ‘They wanted me to attend school for social reasons, but they’re also a little strange so it might explain why Tally was so high on their list.’ He nibbled at his pastry, trying not to be too obvious about following Tyson's nervous movements, watching from his peripheral vision. The suit seemed too tight to be comfortable - was it borrowed? And perhaps the haircut was new to him, if he kept fiddling with it like that. ‘What do you train for?’ Something sporty maybe - Quidditch? He had been meaning to sign up for a class or a team, if there were any spots left. ‘I arrived just as term two began, so it was too late to start classes. We decided it would be better if I used the time to acclimatise to the country and the campus, give myself some space.’ He shook his head. ‘Sorry, I’m Iggy.’ He held out his hand.
Iggy took another look around the halls, taking in the bright decorations, the party goers and the band playing on low as they waited for the last of the stragglers to arrive. He understood that song requests were open, but he couldn’t imagine what sort of music would be appropriate. He could already tell anything he had heard about balls was completely inaccurate - this didn’t seem to be so much a ‘ball’ as a dance party. The fact that dances could be more informal than this boggled the mind - although maybe what constituted a ‘dance’ in human culture was rather more relaxed. Either way, it was his first time at any sort of group celebration - if one didn’t count the adventurous trip to the bar a month or so ago. ‘I’m beginning to feel like my source of information was off…’ Iggy laughed. ‘I didn’t realise we were supposed to bring partners.’ His cheeks tinted red for a moment. The last he’d heard people were supposed to be introduced at balls - but in hindsight that seemed incongruous with the rest of modern culture. No one was ever introduced to anyone anymore outside of the fae courts. ‘In my defense - other magical schools are a little more formal…’ Or at least they were according to his parents. Maybe even Hogwarts had changed by now. Or maybe this was an Australian thing, that was also possible, people seemed generally more relaxed.
His hair refused to cooperate today. Maybe it was the humidity, or the new shampoo, or the moon out of alignment or something. Iggy never could figure out how his hair worked, some days it seemed to grow in all directions and be somehow both too long and two short. So he’d given up, tying his hair back in a short fluffy ponytail and letting his bangs flow freely. It was still floating around his face as though he was wearing a fish bowl over his head, but at least now it was kept out of his eyes. The balls he had grown up hearing about were extravagant affairs, a careful dance with as much communicated in what was left unsaid as the words themselves. But a school ball was apparently far less perilous, so he had prepared as best he could. His hair was sprouting white water lilies again, so he’d attempted to make it look deliberate by matching his clothes. He’d chosen an asymmetrical tunic in cranberry red and white, with a pale gold sash tying it together and dull gold leggings. There was no knowing if the lilies would stay white of course, but you could only plan for so much. None of the other students present thus far had worn anything like what he’d chosen, in fact most of the male students seemed to have worn suits. If Iggy had been more aware of fashion trends he might have noticed that what he was wearing was more feminine by human standards, to the point he could easily be mistaken for female - but then fae culture had always been far less concerned with such things and he'd always looked fairly ambiguous. He didn’t recognise anybody there, so he drifted over toward the buffet table for a glass of fruit punch. The voice beside him made him start slightly, and assuming he was being spoken to he responded: 'Who did? A teacher? I didn't know this event was compulsory...'
Iggy tilted his head, gaze distant for a moment as he let his mind wander through the possibilities. His specialty was in charms, which tended to lend itself particularly well to mischief. When he spoke it was softly, with a strange sort of gleam in his eyes. ‘I’ll be back here in five minutes.’ He walked away from the counter, fingers trailing briefly over its surface as he made his way through the crowd toward the restroom. Once he found himself alone he turned around on the spot, humming to himself in thought before tapping the hand dryer with his wand once and murmuring a few words. Upon entering the bar again another small spell turned all the ice cubes into tiny rubber ducks the moment a persons back was turned, so when they returned to their drink it was to find a small raft of ducklings bobbing on the surface. They were made of sugar that melted into air on the tongue, being little more than an illusion. People who got off their seats found them levitating toward the ceiling, and the ceiling lamps were suddenly framed with dozens of flowers filling the air with the scent of pollen - luckily also an illusion to avoid allergies. Finally he blew a kiss off his palm, bubbles floating through the crowd and playing musical notes once they popped. He returned to the counter and picked up his drink, carefully avoiding the floating ducks. ‘Your turn.’
Ignatius Larue earned a Trophy Prolific Poster Level Two
The mention of hexes and curses made Iggy laugh, so much so he surprised himself and had to readjust his glasses. Without realising it, Alexander had hit upon something rather familiar to him. How many times had he witnessed a pixie stealing someone’s train coins or pulling out their earbuds? His own father was particularly fond of the five dollar bill that kept fluttering out of reach. Sometimes the small annoyances were the most effective. ‘That sounds like the voice of experience~’ He grinned up at him, eyes twinkling. There was nothing he liked better than an adventure, though he hardly expected Alexander to pull something out of his hat right that second. He liked him. He seemed like it would be fun to be around. ‘It seems like this place would cause all sorts of mischief.’ He considered the crowd, wondering vaguely if there were any adults even watching. ‘Most of the teachers I’ve known watch their students like a hawk… a wicked person might feel their fingers itch when left alone like this.’ He was teasing. Mostly. Pranks were all in good fun as long as nobody got hurt and he certainly wasn’t the sort to start anything… only finish it. Really, he was appealing to whatever wild nature Alexander might possess. Iggy couldn’t do anything on his own.
‘Wouldn’t it have been better not to tell me her name at all, then?’ His tone wasn’t accusatory, spoken more as a theoretical. ‘But I’ll remember that- Misha…Right?’ He’d never been very good with names. Faces were easy to remember but he’d somewhat been trained to forget names almost as a courtesy. Some tended to stick, since his parents had conflicting views on the use of names, but others were gone like water. It shouldn’t matter with people anyway. Middle names existed for a reason. ‘It’s a pity such men exist near a school of all places.’ Iggy scrunched his face. It looked like the woman was beyond high school, but still, couldn’t children be left in peace without fear of distasteful behaviour? ‘Surely in a town full of witches there would be a spell…? A hex? … something?’ He was showing his ignorance. Iggy wasn’t really familiar with magic, despite having grown up with faeries. There was a difference between the natural environmental magic people just breathed and the formal business with wands and incantations. His hair could sometimes sprout water lillies and irises, but he couldn’t control it or even predict when it was going to happen. Likewise certain magical creatures and beings could just make things happen without a specific spell attached to it.
Iggy had to wonder how the bar could possibly enforce such restrictions, surely there would be older students ordering alcohol for the youngsters. But then in such a small community it was likely the bartenders got to know the faces. Perhaps there was a form of barrier magic that could prevent younger students from entering after a certain time, or a spell that caused a glass to disintegrate if held in the hands of someone under 18… He realised he was staring into the distance while lost in thought and blinked hard to recenter himself. Don’t be weird. He looked up curiously at Alexanders offer of introductions, feeling like there was some crucial context he was missing out on. Was this a bad mood in the usual human way, or were there certain laws in place…? He’d had very little dealings with the Sidhe Courts due to his parents protectiveness, but he knew there were sometimes complicated etiquette to follow and traps to avoid. Surely that wasn’t a problem here? There were children about! They couldn’t be expected to remember such rules or how many of them would be spirited away each year…? Perhaps they all wore iron, but that seemed unlikely and discriminatory against other students. ‘… I’m not wearing any protective items, if that’s what you mean? No silver, no iron… or did you mean a different sort of approach?’
Homeschooled until his first year at Tally, which was 2019 shortly after he turned 16. He arrived on campus halfway through the previous school year and got acclimatised to campus and living by himself.
Due to his isolation and absence from regular schooling his information about human culture can be a little out of date. His parents don't interact with humans in formal situations much, so he might behave oddly out of time with the rest of the world.
Iggy doesn't like to talk about his parents, both due to the stigma associated with magical creatures and because they're both intensely private people. It's not so much a secret as an avoided subject.
Likewise he doesn't like to advertise his non-human status, but it is fairly obvious.
He has a small tabby cat called Nivianne (Nivi) who likes to sleep in his pocket and chase mice. She has really bright yellow eyes.
Ignatius is a bit dreamy, easily distracted by a book or something new, which can make conversation with him difficult at times. He’s often to be found daydreaming and often takes a moment to respond when spoken to. This lack of attention means it’s fairly easy to get him to agree to something without realising it.
Occasionally he can be quite sarcastic when angry or annoyed, usually when someone insists on distracting him from his work. But he rarely holds such behaviour against others, and if you can get his attention he can be an excellent listener.
He can be forgetful of the time which can severely impact his marks, though he adapts well enough to tests that he usually squeezes through. Practical work can be a bit of a challenge for him when he's under pressure to perform, but he flies through written work with ease.
He’s always been a follower rather than a leader, but his curiosity leads him to hang around with ‘troublemakers’ even if he doesn’t directly take part in their adventures. He has a spirit of exploration buried deep inside him and will often ineffectively hide behind a book when trying not to seem interested.
Of course sometimes this means he’s left holding the baby when things get sticky, but he possesses an uncanny ability to talk his way out of almost anything. He’d never use these powers for evil, oh no definitely not.
He has something of a blind spot in romantic situations, it’s easy to make him flustered or embarrassed. He’s easy to tease and tends to get quite tongue tied.
Ignatius is kind, but often misunderstands a lot of social expectations. There have been times when he has inadvertently upset someone by trying to hard to be a ‘good friend,’ or accidentally bypass boundaries. He might bring someone flowers when they’re feeling sad, leading to misunderstandings and trouble along the line.
If someone does manage to make him angry, it’s usually as a result of someone hurting someone close to him, or someone injuring themselves or others through carelessness. He can get quite worked up in these situations and it takes a lot to calm him down. He can hold a grudge for days on end and it can be a while before he’ll let go of his anger.
When holding a grudge he can be rather childish, refusing to speak to someone until they have admitted fault, or more likely bribing him with something he likes or his favourite treat (Nougat.)
Iggy likes cold weather, thunderstorms, high places and animals. In his spare time he likes to find a high place to read, because they tend to be deserted. His strengths in magic lie in defensive spells and charms, as well as caring for animals and plants. He's rubbish at transfiguration and divination, and despite his enjoyment of the subject he is only marginally competent in potions.
His hobbies are ink painting and sewing, though he also makes felted animals and enjoys flying.
Ignatius is a little short for his age and rather thin, with long fingers and small feet. His skin is a warm dark brown, with prominent freckles here and there on his cheeks, forehead and chin. His large eyes are bright amber and are noticeably darker around the outer edges of the iris. He has untidy eyebrows and thick wavy black hair with a fringe falling well over his forehead. His ears stick out a bit and are noticeably pointed, though he tries his best to hide this fact in order to pass as human.
He is a bit far sighted, so he wears a pair of large square silver rimmed glasses, and often forgets when he has them tucked down the front of his shirt or pushed high on his head. They tend to fall down onto his nose unexpectedly and he has a habit of shifting them nervously, as if trying to hide his eyes. He sometimes has trouble with eye contact and fidgets a lot.
During rainy weather his hair has a tendency to behave strangely, waving around as though underwater. Sometimes it also reacts comically to magical fields, frizzing up or falling in his eyes or otherwise misbehaving.
Ignatius was initially born in Australia and raised by his two parents, Cassiel and Renart. Both parents had very different ideas on how to raise a child and it was something of a ridiculous adventure for both of them, as parenting so often is. Cassiel was the sensitive, down to earth sort who helped with his homework and Renart was the one who’d encourage him to have fun, even sometimes pulling him out of school to go off on a wild adventure somewhere.
Both his parents are Daoinan Sidhe, which meant Ignatius' upbringing was steeped in wild magic and the inner politics of the fae.
(Note: Renart is male and the ‘father,’ where Cassiel is non-binary and usually referred to by name or cenn in place of mum/dad, coming from cennend, an old English word for ‘parent.’)
‘Iggy’ naturally takes the most after Cassiel, being studious and serious much of the time. But Renart has also instilled in him a hidden sense of adventure. He finds his curiosity can be stressful to keep under control at times, as he feels he has to behave. With enough coaxing he can be convinced to come along for a variety of adventures, so long as no one is likely to get hurt.
Both his parents worked much of the time but did their best to stay home when they could. Renart is an Auror which means he are often at work, or travelling around the world where different jobs pop up. Cassiel seems to dabble in many areas of employment, including arts, but their passion is animal conservation.
Ignatius was homeschooled by his parents until recently, as their travels made it impossible for him to stay at school for more than a few weeks at a time. They used approved textbooks and course material from a variety of curriculums, so he found he was able to pass the fourth year entrance exams for Tally.
His parents have a house in both Sydney and London, as their respective jobs often require travel between Australia and the UK.
They keep in touch with Ignatius via Ophelia, Cassiel’s Barn Owl, and Hoodwink the Eagle Owl. Neither went with Ignatius to Hogwarts as both parents need them for work, but they have promised to send them with letters.
Iggy is most looking forward to learning how to play Quidditch, because although he had flying lessons from his parents he has never had the chance to really hone his skills. He enjoys flying a great deal whenever he can get the chance.