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She knew she wasn't technically supposed to be on school grounds, and slipping around the Spencer areas of the school was stranger still---but there were Discussions that needed to be Had, and Améa was done with biting her tongue. So long she had been powerless, able to do little more than stand back and watch as her family went through one turmoil and the next, the very composition of what was family changing almost daily. Alexander and Lauren, Bethianna, Cassandra, Cate, what had once been the tiny creek of their bloodline and kind suddenly strengthening into a river. Caleb now, too, was learning a new world. Since her return to her own appearance, Améa was visibly stronger. Not the phantom that had returned to Narrie under Zane's controlling gaze, she moved with confidence and strength. There was a menacing quality to her movement, now, the position of every limb calculated for the most efficiency and power. Nothing was wasted. Where her mother and sisters moved with an eerie grace, Améa moved with an absoluteness that made her seem impossibly solid and terrifyingly strong. A movement more akin to that of Bethianna, if anyone. But also a movement entirely her own, Spencer students peeled out of her way as they saw her advancing. Some knew her name, some simply thought it was Adele come charging after overdue books, but either way she carved a pathway through the common area with ease. Améa looked neither left nor right, only moved forward in search of her target. She knew where he was, she could still feel that remainder of him that was part of them. She followed it like a scent, single-minded and barely a thought given to the obstacles and people that shifted around her. There. Her eyes narrowed further and she closed in on him. "Alexander," her voice was soft, but sharp. Low, but brooked no argument either. "We are must do talk. In the private."

That was going to be the final class of the day, at least for her, she was too tired to think. She continued to wonder why she decided to do what she did, but at the end of the day, she had to admit it wasn’t about what was easier for her. The advanced class was probably the most amusing one to her, it was where most of the students didn’t require assistance, they could easily, or so she hopped, the spells she was going to have them do. For them, she had some fourth and fifth year spells. She displayed the room like she had done previously, rows, with a corridor in the middle, this time a larger corridor, she didn’t want anything destroyed in the process. She wanted them to use a Carpe Retractum on one of the mannequins, which now, all of them had the name Delores written on their forehead and a number at front. Once they successfully catch and pull Miss Delores to them, Andy will want them to use Locomotor and control the dummy at their will, as long as they didn’t break anything. Once all students do what they need to do, she’s going to let them engage in a dummy fight. Andy was sure the last class was going to be more amusing than the other two, considering the lack of effort she would have to put into it; for now, she just has to sit and wait for the students to appear.

Another class, just one more and she could finally relax in peace and quiet. Three classes were a lot more than just one, but Andy was trying to avoid another class full of students with different skill levels, where some couldn’t even do a simple spell while others excelled at more complexed spells. For the intermediate’s class, Andy decided to do some third and eventually some fourth year spells. Andy decided to put the tables in rows, giving people enough space to just come and go as they pleased from their seat, but left a corridor in the middle. She put papers on the tables and cast Illegibilus, whoever could remove the charm would be able to read the paper, where it contained further instructions for her class. Once students are able to successfully read the instructions, they are supposed to get a partner and use a Colovaria on their partners and then putting them back to normal. Once the easier spells are done, Andy can tell them to continue, this time by using Accio and Depulso on their boxes from the other term’s class. Andy just hopped this class wouldn’t get crowded, she wanted to end her day with a functioning brain. She sat on a chair and waited for her students to appear for her class.

Andy decided to take a new approach to the class, after last term’s fiasco she was going to make thing easier. The beginners’ class was supposed to be the easiest, first and maybe second-year spells should do, everyone should be able to follow them easily. She adjusted the tables, making it rows but with enough space for students to pass and with a corridor in the middle, she didn’t want people hopping from table to table or having to crawl just to get to a spot their friends. She started preparing the spells they were going to use, the Bullarum Immortalem seemed like a fun idea to start the class, a child’s play and a childish spell, good to entertain children or fools who enjoyed multi-colored bubbles, she was sure some of the students would enjoy it. The second spell she’d make them do would be a Diffindo and as a third maybe Reparo. Yes, students should be able to use these spells easily without a complication, at least to get them used to wandless magic. As she prepared the class, thinking about what she could use for them to cut and repair, maybe she needed a target. She conjured several mannequins but only placed one at the end of the corridor, students would be able to cut and repair several Delores without a problem, and then fixing the ones they had cut. She had a good feeling about the class, now all she needed was for her students to show up.

Time to steal everyone's template. Also, I prefer Discord to discuss things, but you can always answer here. Beware the long text. Feel free to come up with any type of idea not mentioned, I don't mind any sort of plots whatsoever~ Chloe Stewart Human Muggleborn Witch | 16 | Sturt | Combat Sports Monster | Model Kit Enthusiast The daughter of two local business owners - her father owning a bakery and her mother a dojo -, Chloe is a somewhat shut in Sturt who cares way more about pursuing whatever strikes her fancy rather than socialize. She has obsessive tendencies over a select few subjects, making it so her skill in each thing rose exponentially over time, and is a great tutor to boot. Her social skills leave something to be desired. Out of respect for her mother she's trying to break out of her shell, but she can't say she cares for it much. But maybe you can help! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Jamie Collins Human Halfblood Wizard | 22 | Australian National Quidditch Team Seeker | Living Merch Machine | Former Bourke Half the product of a Muggle cartoonist and a pureblood witch whom dropped everything to be with him, Jamie is ultimately the end result of a broken household (along with his sister). While his public image - as well as what most know of him - portray him as a smack talking bad boy/ladies man, he actually prefers to keep to himself and is a rather nice individual. He hangs out in both Narrie and Melbourne, depending on the day. Maybe your nerds should meet him! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Evelyn McCarthy-Parsons Halfbreed Veela Witch | 28 | Corrupt Auror | Former Sturt | Tea Aficionado Continuing the legacy of a famed Pureblood family with deep ties to the Ministry of Magic, Evelyn has always been one not only to meet expectations, but to exceed them in spectacular fashion. Her sheer talent is well met by her Veela blood and interpersonal capabilities, making her a well respected member of the wizarding community. However, this is all but a front to hide the true intention behind her every move - consolidate power. Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Samantha Hammond Halfbreed Veela Witch | 15 | Bourke | Cinnamon Roll | Mother Hen A very innocent yet friendly girl, she'll befriend you if you have a pulse. Bright and upbeat, she believes she exists to bring love and joy to the world, starting with you. She loves to hang out, have fun, care for people and go out on adventures with them. Unfortunately, she seems to be very susceptible to being manipulated and charmed, which might make people take advantage of her for kicks. But maybe your dorks should protect this cinnamon roll instead! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Alex Lin Squib | 22 | Drummer | Child Caretaker | Cartoonist Say hi to Jamie Collins' twin sister, Alex. She probably won't say hi back, but please bear with her. Past the obvious daddy issues, she's not half bad. She works really hard due to perceiving herself as having a disadvantage in comparison to Jamie, and if all goes well she'll have a few beers with you instead of punching you in the face. It's a bit of a gamble, but a worthwhile one! Current Opens: Nasty Habits Fish Out of Water Current Ideas: Rachel Ryan Human Pureblood Witch | 17 | Sturt | School & Sturt Quidditch Team Beater | Resident Tsundere A victim of childhood neglect and many uprootings, Rachel doesn't have a place she can call home, or someone she can see herself be close to. The lack of attention from her parents growing up led her to think she's worthless in the grand scheme of things, and thus she isolates herself for the greater good. The most effective way she found of doing so is being a jerk to everyone she meets. Will you get through this front or will you just be another victim of her sharp tongue? Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Meadow Richards Human Pureblood Witch | 16 | Flinders | Aspiring Nurse | Sickly Meadow (or Amy, if you prefer) has a hard fought life. Sickly from the day she was born and treated as a burden by her parents ever since, she never had much happiness in her life until the point she joined Tallygarunga - which she adores. She was quick to socialize and befriend people and fit right into the academic setting - but, something is off. She looks like she's hiding something. Can your character be the first one to find out? Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Shane Robbins Human Halfblood Wizard | 22 | VMU Student | Former Bourke | Bartender Shane is a fellow known equal parts for his music skills and bad luck. Looking way older than he should be, he has problems befriending people his age outside of his friends group. He tries to stay away from the wizarding world in general due to feeling inadequate, not liking his wand too much. His mother owns a bar in Melbourne and he frequently handles it himself. Appearances aside, he's actually a pretty friendly guy if you give him the chance. Maybe you should! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Keira Hammond Halfbreed Veela Squib | 27 | Political Pundit | Internet Sensation | Horror Buff The first of the four Hammonds of her generation, Keira never set the best of examples for her siblings, try as she might. Her chaotic mindset caused her to marry while still in school, have two children, do drugs despite having children, take on a very intensive job despite having children, divorce at the young age of 25, among other things. She is definitely hard to deal with, but she isn't harsh out of malevolence - rather, out of a need to educate others. Maybe your character can get past all that snark! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Natasha Roberts Quarter Fae Witch | 19 | Former Flinders | Talented Baker | Dueling Teacher The daughter of an Indian Muggle and a witch, Natasha had her family be split apart when she was very young - her brothers lived in Narrie with her father, while she moved to Melbourne with her mother. She was always very sheltered and pushed harder than she'd like, but now that she's finished her studies and moved out of her mother's house rebellion is starting to sprout. Maybe you can help her with that! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Mark Sandoval Human Halfblood Wizard | 22 | Former Flinders | Parselmouth | Nature Nerd An orphan that was taken under the wing of Whitlam Bilby's and Tallygarunga's staff, Mark never lacked parental figures despite the lack of an official relative. He doesn't know where he's from or who spawned him, but isn't too keen on finding out. A socially awkward guy whom is a bit too nice for his own good, people will find it either very easy to befriend him or step over him. Which will you do? Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Danielle Haynes Halfbreed Dhampir Witch | 16 | Bourke | Tinkerer | Hardline Pacifist This girl doesn't know what a mundane life is. She's been on the run since she was born, lost the vast majority of people she was ever close to, and was eventually exiled in Australia along with her little sister. It's widely known she's a Dhampir and she keeps mostly to herself, distrusting people and disliking open areas. She really needs someone to tell her it's okay. Will you be it? Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Lisa Knotley Human Halfblood Witch | 16 | Sturt | School & Sturt Quidditch Team Captain, Chaser | Sturt Dueling Club Captain A girl who's made some very bad decisions in her life but either doesn't seem to realize it or doesn't show it. Lisa is an orphan enrolled in Tallygarunga, and her deepest desire in this world is to be better than you - a desire she devotes every single second of her time to. Whether it be in grades, skill, looks or anything else, she refuses to give up and always pushes past her own limits. Maybe she needs someone to help her cool off. Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Amber Cross Human Halfblood Witch | 15 | Spencer | School & Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker | Pro Wrestler She's the daughter of a pro halfbreed rights couple whom perished during a lynching. She seems very proud of them and to be following in their footsteps. She has been adopted by Sibylla Townsend and now lives in Narrie. She has a deep dark secret she keeps from everyone - even if she doesn't necessarily go to great lengths to cover it in the first place. Maybe your nerd should find out about it! Current Opens: Creepy Little Bastard Current Ideas: Diana Sharpe Human Muggleborn Witch | 25 | Former Bourke | Journalist for The Mage Newspaper | Amateur Photographer If by miracle you seem to notice Diana's presence and engage her in conversation, you'll soon realize that behind the kind smile lies a shy girl with a nebulous past. She doesn't like attracting too much attention to herself (unless it's about her job) and feels nervous around new people, but fortunately is nice enough to make it so almost any engagement is pleasant. She might need some help in being more engaging, and you might just be what she needs. Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: MJ Clarke Human Halfblood Witch | 15 | Flinders | Ghost Whisperer | Bootleg MacGyver A friendless girl with a mostly undeserved reputation, MJ is the quiet type. The less waves she makes, the easier her day will be - not that she actually has the capacity to catch people's attention, or so she believes. In her past lies tragedy aplenty, but she doesn't seem to like talking about it; hell, she's not very good at the whole 'talking' endeavor in general unless she's close to whoever she's speaking to. But perhaps those who don't get fooled by the 'creepy graveyard keeper's daughter' reputation and give her a shot regardless are in for a pleasant surprise... Current Opens: My Kingdom For An Umbrella Current Ideas: Laurie Kempf Human Halfblood Witch | 15 | Spencer | Durmstrang Institute Exchange Student | Pranking God Meet Laurie, a girl hailing from the Durmstrang Institute. She hates it there. She really does. She couldn't be more relieved to be in Tallygarunga, even if it wasn't her first choice! Fresh off the boat, she's looking to explore the area, try new things, and thoroughly enjoy a level of freedom she never got to experience before - whether it is for better or worse, she doesn't care. Maybe your character can show her around town, and get a few Dark Arts lessons in exchange. Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: May Bowen Halfbreed Dhampir Witch | 26 | Former Bourke | Bounty Hunter | Walking Mystery More popular than she gives herself credit for, May is a bit of an accidental social butterfly whom isn't actually that talkative at all - she's just really good at paying attention to other people's needs, giving them advice and potentially acting in their best interest. Of course, at least until the point she thinks they're prodding at her own life too much, at which point she moves on. A heiress of a criminal family in Perth, for the longest time she's been raised to evade that title, only to make the conscious decision of keeping the family business alive, even if indirectly. It's made more than a few ripples throughout her life and has made her more wary of any kind of potential relationships from that point on. Maybe your nerd can tear at that shell! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: Ian Travers Halfbreed Dhampir Wizard | 15 | Flinders | Martial Artist | Helping Hand May Bowen's youngest brother, Ian has been through a lot. Despite having a solid and happy upbringing back in Perth, things turned very bad, very quickly. Losing most of what was dear to him, he was sent to Narragyambie under a new identity to start anew. Taking like a fish to water to this situation while stifling his grief, Ian soon became obsessed with helping everyone - not one person has seen him with anything less than a smile on his face and a kind word to impart. But someone's niceness can only go so far, right? Maybe your character should learn how to push his buttons! Current Opens: N/A Current Ideas: If you have any other ideas, please, feel free to mention them. I'd also like to come up with previously existing interactions/possible connections to gain a steadier ground here as things start. Thanks for reading

Though she had tried to ignore the strange feeling which she didn't like, it was difficult for Lorelei when she had to attend the same classes, and sense where a person was that she was trying to avoid. The only way so far that she was able to relax and collect her thoughts these days was when she could wander off to her hiding spot in the bush. A little grove that was near impossible to get through due to overgrowth around it, but easy for her because she could simply teleport there at will. With a small pond that was joined to the Korrowi Creek, and a comfortable grassy patch and good shade, she was able to find some peace on her own without her body and emotions being affected by whatever strangeness was going on. She just needed time. That was all. Lorelei was certain that if she just had some time to think over the possibilities of what troubled her, and how she could prevent them, or even be rid of the feelings that she didn't like, then she would be able to return to normal soon and not feel like she had to avoid someone everywhere that she went in the school. Of course, she had an inkling that it might be noticed. Where she had used to bump into him around the school just to say hi, she had been instead sensing where he was and making sure she wasn't there at the same time. She didn't sit next to him in class. She hid away during lunch... like right now. It seemed like a good plan to her. At least until she could sort herself and not be overcome by what she assumed were silly teenage feelings or hormones or whatever it was that flustered her when she remembered Australia Day, or made her feel a lump in her throat at reading some of the QuillBook messages that she'd seen recently. And so, the teenager sat near the pond, on a small grassy knoll, with a book in hand and singing softly in a language that few people in the world even knew existed outside of the small hidden island she'd been born on. Like her mother, she was gifted in vocal talent. She was gifted in a number of talents, but was still struggling to work out what was hers. And that was made only more difficult by the distraction that had been created by a boy. Still... she sighed softly in between verses. She did miss spending time with him and she couldn't help but wander what he was doing with his time. Likely getting himself checked in for tonight. The thought caused a small frown. She's acquired Wolfsbane, but hadn't been able to tell him yet because of the silly way she was feeling. Maybe next month.

It was something that had begun as barely anything. The girl hadn't considered it even just a couple of months ago. She'd began school like everyone else, but there were so many things that teenagers understood so much better than her, even though there were so many other things that she understood so much better than... well, most of the school. But there were things that were happening to her, with or without her intent or desire. She was aware enough to know that it had to be something to do with her growth spurt, that the hormonal changes which came with being a teenager would affect other parts of her, other than just physically. Mentally, emotionally, she was aware that there were sudden strange feelings, but she couldn't describe them or put them into some kind of understandable label. This was Travis' fault, surely. Well, no, she would liked to have blamed him, but he couldn't control what happened with her. That was just silly. What had caused this latest trip to the library to seek the knowledge of her grandmother though was the latest things she'd read in the Quillbook, which she had tossed into a drawer once she had written in it. She felt... hurt? Confused? Jealous, possibly? Mostly, she felt like she was lacking important knowledge that would allow her to understand better the things teenagers talked about. Dating, kissing, whatever else it was they did as boyfriends and girlfriends. Lei didn't even ring the bell at the librarian's desk, simply walking around it to the door which led to Adele's office and the living space attached to it. She did knock gently on the door before opening it and looking around with a small pout on her lips. Seeing no one, but knowing that her grandmother was just in the other room with Caleb for a moment, she moved to a chair and sat down, her expression contemplative as she waited for Adele to decide to see what she wanted.

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Attention, Students! The deadline for on-time arrival for active Term Two classes is approaching! Student characters must have posted into their active class threads before May 21, 2019 to be considered on time for class. Arrival posts after this date will be considered "late". Newly registered student characters are exempt from this rule. You can find a list of active classes by checking the Active Classes list. For more information about how classes are roleplayed at Tallygarunga, check out the How Classes Are Played and Studying at Tallygarunga threads.

Sneaking Aspen into the Sturt Common Area (and Lisa's room, ultimately) had been a fairly simple affair, gone through without a hitch. Smack dab in the middle of the break, the pair managed to move throughout the school mostly unnoticed during the day; as they hung out and spend time by themselves, everyone had forgotten Aspen was present, let alone not supposed to be there. When it came to dinner time, so not to raise suspicion, Lisa headed out on her own to retrieve food. Given that she was an athlete, nobody said a word pertaining her taking a large quantity of nourishment along with her. They ate together in the privacy of the Sturt dormitory room as the sun set, but that only reminded her that the main event had yet to be set in motion. "So." She spoke up. By then she had moved to sit on her bed after changing to her sleeping clothes, back pressed against the headrest while she glanced over at her friend. "You said something about truth or dare, right? I like my challenges and all, but I feel like I have to place some ground rules for both our sakes. When it comes to dares, while I like a good challenge, let's not make it so we have to do things either of us can get kicked out of Captaincy for, alright?" Which, unfortunately, were a great deal of things she found fun. But, they had to work with with what they got, or else there would be a hefty price to pay. "So, within the confines of this room, without causing any damage we can't get rid of." She let Aspen get any additional rule in before speaking up again. "If that sounds fair to you, you can start because I'm picking dare." Of course she was. 'Truth' was not something she was awfully inclined to pick as a default. There were things that she just didn't want to talk about, and she wanted to honor the premise of the game and not lie.

It had been a very long day, but it was finally drawing to a close. Diana wanted nothing more than to go back to the Fairgood household, crawl into bed and sleep for a week, but the fact of the matter was that she had promised Olivia and May that she would visit that night for dinner. With the sudden workload spike she imposed on herself with writing to various freelance publications, the witch had been wholly unable of meeting up with her friends much at all in the past few months. It was finally time to correct that, she thought, as she jogged up the stairs of the apartment building that housed the couple. As the blonde got to the door she raised her hand to knock, but halted her movement as an odd scent attacked her nose - that of something burning. Reflexively she pulled her head away and looked around. The intensity of the smell diminished, and there wasn't any smoke around her that she could see. Re-approaching the door right up until the tip of her nose was pressed to it, there was no mistaking it: it came from that specific apartment. Heart speeding up with concern for her friends, Diana didn't think twice. She retrieved her wand from her bag, not caring if there were Muggles around to watch her (which, fortunately, there weren't), and charmed the lock of the door open. As soon as the spell hit, she was already barging in, wand firmly held in front of herself as she carefully traversed the home. "Liv? May? Anybody home?" She called out while covering her airways with her forearm, eyes squinting through the smoke and trying to look for a source so to put out the fire - she could already listen to the flames licking whatever objects they were consuming, and had a water spell up her sleeve to deal with them.

Continuing from Heart's Bore in this War She shook her head, he shouldn’t apologize for it, even if she was fine, she was grateful that he was taking the time to see if she had been injured in any other way, it was sweet, the side of him she got to see more often, and she enjoyed it. Max had to admit that if she was in his position, she would have done the same thing, trying to be sure that no one was injured, with so many things destroyed that night something could have hit them. She looked at him, still worried about what had happened to him, she had to talk to him once they leave that awful place. “I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor.” she spoke staring at him, her voice was firm. She wasn’t going to let him give up his own comfort because of her, they could share it. It wasn’t going to be uncomfortable sharing a bed with someone, especially not him considering they had already fallen asleep together watching the movie. This time shouldn’t be too different, the only difference now was that they were both aware of how they felt, perhaps it would be a little awkward at first. “You deserve it more than I do. You look alright but…” She walked alongside him to exit the warehouse as he explained where the house was; the location was one of the best locations in Narrie and where the wealthy lived. She nodded as he mentioned his father. It was probably a wise choice considering it’s easier to move around when one has money, but now there was a problem they probably hadn’t anticipated. “But won’t people be suspicious of how those two aren’t around anymore?” if anyone in the neighborhood had seen them, it meant that Senan would have to come up with a plan to explain what he’s doing in that house. Soon they should be able to relax and by tomorrow Max was sure everything would be alright, but she probably wasn’t going to classes that day. He wasn’t wrong, Australia was a dangerous country. “We Australians do like to live dangerously, haven’t you heard? Freefall awaits the brave.” She looked at him with a cheeky smile before winking. Before she could do or say anything else, they found themselves in the Astley Walk. The couldn’t wait to get her apparition license to stop using these things, she should be used to them, but she still felt dizzy whenever they arrived at the destined location, almost losing her balance.

Cheat day! This came around rarely for Tyson with his usual heightened regiment between Muay Thai training, Quidditich Training at VMU and the Auror Program's intensive exercises both in spells and body preparation. Ones mind always needed to be sharp and the true height of making it a honed edge had been to give it proper breaks and reasonable relaxation periods. This led him to Mrs. K's shop, a place he would often head to during his time at Tally if only to treat himself a bit better after denying some of the good stuff to avoid over-excess of a good thing. After all, for someone like himself, it should be more of a reward than an indulgence. His future hinged on how well he could keep his body in tip-top shape and having it fall apart on him would hinder a lot more than just a career. "Yo', what's up Mr. K! Sorry I haven't been poppin' on by lately. Ya' know how it is with Universities these days they just swallow up all the time." He'd been coming to the humble shop since he started Tallygarunga and had been allowed a certain degree of freedom due to his home situation. While there'd been heavy limitations at first, as the years went on and the restrictions gave way to accountability of his own actions and awareness he made sure to make visit as often as seemed viable for him between trainings. "Think for now? I'll just run with the pop rocks and a bit of a sweet drink." Placing the two things he'd planned to buy on the counter his hand pressed into his pocket to reach for his wallet. As he started to pull it out something briefly caught his eye and his hand rose up and a finger extended upwards as he asked for 'One Moment' silently while going to check out one of the displays that had been put up. It wouldn't be bad if he took just a tad bit extra, right? There seemed to be a new set of lollies in for the season, the clear design of them showed they'd been handmade and not mass produced in a factory by the way that the wrapping had been carefully wrung together. Not in a sense of precision or haste but with the idea of taking ones time leaving the ever human error of wrinkles along the edges of the plastic. He'd been a sucker for a well-made sucker, that had been for sure. The tip of his finger grasped two of them and brought them towards the counter and placed them on top of it as the older male stated the price. It seemed to be pretty busy this time of day too, of course, that could've been thanks to the fact that Tallygarunga and a couple of other schools had been on their break giving the students far more time on their hand to relax and enjoy the various surroundings.

Another failure, Bertie thought ruefully, as she sat crossed legged in an old bathroom one of her experiments laid shattered in front of her. She’d been working on this particular idea since the end of fifth year. It was one of her more outlandish ideas that, if she was being honest with herself, would never likely bear fruit. It did, however, make one hell of a mess when it exploded. Bits of glass, metal and general colorful splashes covered the floor she was sat on, parts of her face and it had defiantly changed one side of her hair an offensive pink color. Sighing after five minutes of staring at the mess of her experiment she reached too her left and picked up her discarded wand, giving it a flick and a incantation that put the item itself back into it’s not quite normal spiral shape. It was pretty with the colorful fluid inside and would have made something as simple as a nice ornament. Picking up the glistening spiral she gently tucked it into her bag, noticing the fluids had also got onto her hand. The young Spencer watched for a moment as the goo on her hand changed from a nice purple until the color of troll bogeys. Lovely, it likely spoiled outside the container she was trying to hold it in. Reaching back into her liquid splashed bag, she pulled out a small bound book and a somewhat dented pen and quickly jotted that observation down. The next thing she checked was the time. She’d have to get home in the next couple of hours to make sure her mother had somehow got herself out of bed, washed, dressed and maybe eaten something. The next thing the young witch grabbed was her mirror; this allowed her to get a good look at the damage on her person done by the exploding experiment. The horrible pink side of her hair, a bruise on her left cheek that was crowned by a color changing smudge; looking down her clothes and arms hadn’t fared much better in the explosion. Luckily, she had chosen an abandoned bathroom where the plumbing still worked. Thinking she was unlikely to be disturbed, the young witch quickly abandoned her clothes, throwing them every which way around the bathroom and made a quick run for the shower. It didn’t take her long to get it working and jump in.

It had been moving day! Not for him, of course, that was something he didn't need to worry about for the next few months, no. He had been helping Remi move into a much better and roomier immobile trailer that hadn't been that far away from her old one, but in a much nicer and well-kept section of the park. He'd grabbed the last few bits of boxes that needed to be transported and those had been the heavier ones out of those carried over and placed in her new home. Albeit, heavier for those that didn't have the slight advantage as he did, using the full extent of his physical capabilities to lift up the boxes in one go, stacked one on top of the other. The full moon had been around the corner, only a few more days, that meant his body had already been primed for the change and a much more hulking strength than usual had been at his beck and call to access in the short term. This also meant, unfortunately, the texture of his skin had been pale and clammy. It'd been similar to the day of the School dance at the end of last year, except much more noticeable given the relative closeness to the moon's full view for him. As he entered into the trailer home he set the heavy boxes on the floor and then began to pick each one up and partition them off towards, what he assumed anyway, would be the right area based on the labels written on the boxes. "Okay, let's see! We've got your living room stuff, kitchenware, bedsheets and the like, hm. . . Oh, right, and the box of clothes." He walked around giving a quick checkless to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. "I think that's everything! Anything we forgot I can always run back and get it or. . . Just buy something new all together, always good to have a shopping spree." It seemed a few things had already been taken out and set up too, he wasn't entirely sure where she'd want the rest of the things but at least she had everything that could be considered a necessity. "After a good wash down of this place, setting it all nice and neat the way you like it, we can relax and pop some kind of movie in. It will be like a cooldown from a hard work out!" That being said, he stuck to assisting with the kitchenware and any appliances she may have had, it seemed less likely to be awkward compared to if he started to help her out with her clothes. He didn't want to be beaned in the head for picking up her panties without permission, after all!

There was a bit of a nervous knot in the pit of Meadow's stomach as the hours went by in the Ball day. It wasn't because she was about to go with a handsome man to the ball; it wasn't because those events made her uneasy. Oh, no. It was because she had the unshakable feeling that something bad was about to happen. That, and, the last Divination class had her read that 'not everything will go as you plan' from the tea leaves examinations. Did some sort of public humiliation await her? "...I'm ready, I think." Meadow commented for her roommate to hear as she gave the finishing touches to the makeup Samantha had made her promise she'd wear earlier in the day, to go with the effort the younger Bourke put in when it came to ensuring the youngest Richards looked her best. Meadow didn't exactly agree with that assessment, not sharing the thought that she could look good to begin with, but she couldn't deny that Sam had quite the sense of style. She was rather fond of that violet dress she was wearing. It was miraculous that she even got to acquire it - turns out your blood supremacist parents go out of their way to ensure your happiness when you lie about going to the ball with a pureblood young man. She was forgetting something, she could feel it. That made the nerves worse. As she paced back and forth in the dormitory bedroom she and Remi occupied, the girl waited impatiently as the inner turmoil and agitation grew stronger by the second, threatening to get the better of her.

'This is it. ..' Senan thought to himself. Most of the break had been contributed towards designing different kinds of items, potions, and as many failsafe uses for other environmental things in the area but they couldn't be too sure any of it would work. It would certain catch their intended enemies off guard, If only for a moment. It'd been rare for Wizard's to fight in the fashion that both he and Maxine planned to. However, he had faith that it'd been far more of an edge even with the limited amount that they were able to produce. There could be no careless mistakes, this needed to be far more calculating than either of them had been before in their lives and they needed to take any chance and opening that had been opened to them. It was life or death, it was war. His fingers curled around the eight and a half inch Yew wand that had bonded with him through various trials of his life since his first time holding it. The two of them couldn't expect any form of assistance from anyone, that hadn't been the plan, at least not for him. As he learned more about Max, began to legitimately fall for her, there came to be the realization that he would broke no threat to survive that could harm her. Every necessity would be taken on his part to ensure that those that pose a threat to her existence would find their own only a hair away from being tossed off the edge and into the abyss of death. A scary thought, that he could hold such a protective nature for anyone but there in he found that purpose. The Warehouse had been quite large, enough for them to maneuver around many of the decrypt machines, various boxes and materials that had been left behind with a few of them already obviously scavenged by those that found the place far before they did. The ceiling hung high with various chains that drooped low, indicating much larger machine that once were bound by them, the ceiling had been fractured with obvious wear and tear where it looked as if the slightest bit of force could cause it to tumble down. Something that could be used to their advantage or against them, awareness of their battlefield had been a prudent thing and may have spelled the difference between victory and defeat. Entering the building his eyes cased the area in caution, making sure there hadn't been any surprises that awaited them. That their place of an ambush hadn't been peaked out, it didn't take much for him to spread the news in the underworld that Max had not only been the girlfriend that changed him from the grasp of his Father, but also that a lie had already been placed out that she'd meet Senan alone at the warehouse for some 'Secrecy' that the school couldn't give. Which meant that they didn't have much more time, they were probably going to end up arriving at any moment and they needed to get into place. Using her as bait, that still didn't sit well with him but they'd gotten this far and there'd been no better plan. He handed her the glasses that had been charmed to resist extremely blinding glares and wrapped around her torso, a potion-bandolier. This held a various types of potions that they'd made together and some that he actually spent the previous night until the morning crafting to making sure she held a utility of things that could be used given the situation of underaged magic. A hand reached out as he touched her cheek gently, the edge of his finger stroking in an affectionate motion. "Don't get nervous, okay? I won't be far." Though usually he'd take the time to try and stare into her eyes that wouldn't be happening, not now. The usual demeanor that he wore around her had melted away, there'd been no softness on his features but rather the mask of someone whom had a mission. His hand gently fell away from her and his silver eyes shifted towards the entryway of the building and then he started to move away from her, at first backing away and then fully turning where he started to try the highest altitude that he could get to perch upon and watch from above, wand grasped tightly and ready for the proper cue.

With the arrival of the Fall, May finally felt more comfortable moving around outside. It meant that the sun would set earlier, and she didn't have to care so much for her skin not cooking up so much that she'd become a live advertisement of a barbecue. Even so, she decided not to head out too late in the day - she had to drop by a dear friend's house, and she didn't want to run into them having dinner on accident. That was just bad form. And so, late in the afternoon, as the sun made its slow descent down the horizon, the Dhampir made her way down to the rich part of town after covering herself with copious amounts of sunscreen. With a messenger bag hanging from a shoulder, she calmly strolled down McEwen Lane, taking in the sights of the life of the wealthy. She had acquired a similar house for herself recently in the outskirts of town, even if obtained with blood money; for the few days she had been in it, she wasn't sure if it was the kind of lodgings that appealed to her in the long term, even if it had once been a dream of hers to have such a thing. Her feet led her towards a house not quite like the others. While most houses in the area looked posh, pretty and pristine, the one she was looking for looked like something out of a horror movie. Not that looked bad at all, no; it just looked tremendously out of place. Despite its luscious and well cared for garden, there was a broken gate and the liveliness of the plants didn't translate into the dullness of the property itself. May couldn't help but smile a bit in amusement at the sight of the gate. It had always eluded her why the thing hadn't been fixed by the owners after so many years, but ultimately it wasn't any of her business. She opened it and walked past, carefully pushing it near-close. Not that it would actually keep any potential trespassers (such as herself) at bay, of course. Her nose detected the familiar scent of two beings in the house, indicating she could ring the doorbell without awkward silence ensuing. Jogging up the steps of the porch, she reached the front door and rang the bell three times in quick succession. The meetup she had with a friend in the day before hadn't been too pleasing; hopefully this one would end up better.

For over a year at that point, Lisa Knotley had gained the reputation of being a terrible friend (and person in general). Placing herself above others, seeing everyone else as expendable and unimportant, along with a myriad of rumors made up over time about things she hadn't actually done. That morning, it was no different - she wasn't helping her own case at all with the fact she was yet to wish a happy birthday to the girl she was walking with. She had agreed on hanging out, finding it odd that Aspen wanted to spend such a substantial amount of time with her of all people in that day rather than with loved ones, but ultimately, who was she to say no? The break had started that same day and she had nothing better to do. Perhaps it was for the best that the fact school was over usually only hit her in full swing the Monday after it happened, or else that day would have had her in a bit of a foul mood. Instead, she sought to amuse herself, and make things better in the end for her friend. She hadn't said a thing because she deliberately wanted Aspen to think she had forgotten - it would make the payoff all the sweeter. "Say, do you mind if we go to a Quidditch gear shop? I've been saving up for some gloves for a little while now, and I think it's time I got them. Give them a test drive during vacations and all, you know?" It was unfortunate that she couldn't get a gloves and shin guards combo for the girl in question, but the material she wanted was quite expensive. Besides, she could always get the rest of the equipment for Christmas if it came down to it. "It should be fairly quick. I know what I'm looking for." It cost an arm and a leg, but it was a good investment. The hour was closing in on lunch time as they walked under the weakened sunlight. She didn't know if Aspen had to leave or if she would be available to sit down and eat a meal prior to ditching Lisa, and so she needed to acquire the gift she wanted as soon as possible. She was quite surprised with herself at being able to hold the charade for that long; truth be told, she was practically giddy to see Aspen's reaction at getting a much needed gear upgrade. The extra item she had previously prepared for the Bourke's younger sister would certainly be a nice bonus, too.

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It had been an interesting few days, Max had been trying some new spells she had learned, her room might not have been the best place to practice such spells, but she had managed to keep everything intact, except maybe for a pile of dirty clothes she had sorted to do laundry, a pile of clothes that were caught on fire but that Max was able to extinguish before it got any bigger. Her roommate seemed to be inside the trunk, it was perfect. Max got dressed quickly, she didn’t want her roommate to start asking too many questions, but she couldn’t also leave without saying anything. Max picked whatever she needed plus her violin. “I’m going to practice.” She dashed out the door before anyone could say anything. Did she need the violin? No, but she also didn’t want her roommate to come up and see the violin case, that would only make her taunt Max some more. The redhead found refuge someplace around the school, so she used the ring to be able to sneak into the Sturt’s dormitories. She smiled as she touched the ring on her finger, remembering the night Senan had given it to her, and the stupid joke she had made. She sighed in disappointment with herself, but she couldn’t stop feeling happy that she had it, perhaps even a little bit nervous about it. She smiled as she walked to her destination. Upon arrival she was able to sneak in when someone got inside, she was invisible not a ghost. She tried to follow the instructions and hopefully she wouldn’t get into the wrong room. She had found the room she wanted, now she just had to go in. Should she knock? Should she just go inside? What if he was inside and wasn’t decent? A faint red color invaded her cheeks, and once more she was disappointed at herself for even thinking something like that. She decided to knock. “Senan?” she spoke, only loud enough for him to hear as she knocked on the door. “It’s me…I’m going in.” she waited a while before opening the door and going inside closing the door behind her. The effect of the ring disappeared, and Max waved at the boy as she tried to make as little noise as possible. “Hey. I brought everything and my roommate won’t even suspect I told her I was going to practice.” She said showing the violin case while giving him a big bright smile. She put it on the ground, took off her footwear, putting it next to the violin case and took a few glasses out of a bag, along with the sunglasses she had previously mentioned. “I think these will do, it’s not as obvious as sunglasses.” She spoke as she approached him. “How are you?” she stared at him, still smiling, hopefully, she won't say anything stupid.

Returning back to campus in the middle of the break hadn't been part of his original, in fact, it'd been by far the largest distance from the intention that had been established that he found himself with far more free time than usual when it came to this part of the school year. Between the talk he held with Meadow and the words of the school's Nurse still racketing around his mind there'd been far more confusion stuffed within the already crowded mind of his. That meant only one thing that he needed to get out of his head and get on the pages and so he brought not just a single sketchpad but about three. Not that he expected to fill all of them in one sitting but each had its own purpose, things that would be incorporated within them as a way to offer himself more perspective about his situation. Which had been: People - Which meant both portraits and crowds, Plants - because there'd been really beautiful magical plants housed on Tallygarunga grounds, and Animals. The last one he felt he didn't explain to himself too much on the reason, there were always animals around and seeing their primal nature reflected on his own might offer far more insight than ignoring it or letting it run rampant. Travis walked over towards the nearest tree and sat under it, the weather had been growing mild which meant that he wouldn't get as many dirty looks for wearing a long-sleeved shirt as he did year round. Whatever that could be done to hide those scars of his? It'd been complimented with a jean jacket being worn as well so it offered up a bit of variety as the weather started to grow far more nicer than beating down a heat of death that made it a bad idea. He places two sketchpads down on to the ground, their covers held stenciled words that marked their usage. With the singular one in his hand reading 'People' on the cover of it as he opened it up and flipped through the various sketches that he'd done so far that were finished first, there were several that needed to be handed to the proper owners. Some were actually colored as well to add a far more warming atmosphere to the drawings other than black and white. "When your own hobby puts you in a worse place. . . That's just great." Spoken softly towards himself as he sighed and shook his head and started to flip towards an unmarked page and folded the pad for a comfortable padding. Then raised his head up to scan the area around him. There seemed to be a few more people than usual staying at the school during the break than going home, even a few that had been playing as a group or others just hanging out with someone. Yet, none of them, seemed to spark the inspiration for him to draw them. Nothing seemed to pop out in an obvious way for him to truly give a proper depiction of the type of people they seemed to be to him.

Teenage-proofing a house was more difficult than Evelyn had anticipated. It took the blonde a solid afternoon to curse, jinx or otherwise protect every single item in her household that she deemed in peril: whether it could be stolen, tampered with, or anything in between. She ensured there was no alcohol in the house either. Truth be told, even though she was used to dealing with Alyona, her cousins could be a handful - meaning, things were to turn into a nightmare with their friends on board as well. Drinks and snacks were served, the pool was clean, and there were various lounge chairs near the edge of the main attraction. Adding to that, the half-Veela managed to recruit the help of a select few - her husband was gone due to work and she wasn't about to chop up her own patience to bits. The teens were allowed around the house if supervised, and they were already exploring the premises. One of them, the person fully responsible for the party happening, was spotted out the corner of her eye as she arrived fashionably late through the front door. "You don't have to sneak in like that, my dear. Although, it pains me to see that you avoid me at all times except when you need something." Evelyn couldn't resist teasing the Spencer. "Perhaps I should ensure you need me around...?" She saw the pleading look Amber shot her, and chuckled in good humor. Ruffling her hair very lightly, she motioned her towards the backyard. "Okay, okay. Not today. Go on. Don't let me keep you." Released from the sweet torture, Amber snuck her way past the backyard glass doors, aiming to sneak up on her cousin Samantha, who was standing near the pool... --- (There is no specified turn order to this thread, as it is a large event with a number of people in it. When you post, please tag the characters and/or the player you're posting to. On Discord, only tag the people you're posting to, unless it's something meant for every character to notice.)

Dull. That was the one word Chloe had to describe this extravagant event she was forced to attend, at the behest of her mother. Dull. The Sturt felt so out of place in that ball it was ridiculous. Having extricated herself from her date (how on Earth had she even gotten one?), the girl decided to cool off by an open balcony. She just needed a breather. A breather she would never get because a half-Veela decided to enter her immediate vicinity, and with her went Chloe's capacity to think, as usual. She watched as another girl seemed to be taking a break - she knew her from talking a few times before from past circumstances, but nothing beyond that. Most of the time, it was just the fact Chloe's gaze darted to the Bourke involuntarily, much to her chagrin. How she hated that attraction... Taking a deep breath, she attempted to steel her nerves. The bright smile she got on sight made it quite difficult. "Hey, Chloe!" Samantha greeted the Sturt. She was all too aware of what was going on in the older girl's mind; but, for once, it didn't actually bother her. This was because she knew Chloe wouldn't do a thing about it, and she actually looked bothered by the effect the passive charm had on her. "I didn't expect to see you here. You look good!" She complimented the choice of attire - a navy dress that hugged her frame nicely, and displayed the lean musculature of the woman. Even so, it wasn't that revealing. Whoever had picked it for her definitely went for the 'give just enough to want more' look, although it was disturbing to think someone would actually think that fit the girl's vibe. "...Thanks. You too." Awkward as she was, that was one social aptitude she did have. She then stood silently, having no means of pursuing a conversation; the ball was in Samantha's court. It was perhaps for the best, the Bourke was a natural. "Did you come here on your own?" Probably not. The headshake confirmed her suspicion. "Who did you come with?" "A friend of my sister's." He had invited her for some reason. Why hadn't he invited her sister instead? She'd never know. "What about you?" "Tyson McKennis." Chloe's eyes lit up in recognition. Samantha pointed him over in the crowd inside the hall, and waved at him. "He's leaving this year, so I figured I might as well go for a last hurrah, you know? I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to dance with him at a ball like this in my life, so I have to do it tonight." Tyson McKennis. That was an interesting choice - one she herself had considered prior to being asked to the event. Perhaps it was for the best that she didn't go through with it, as it granted Samantha the opportunity to do so. It didn't bother her that much either way; if anything, she just wanted to go back to the dormitories. "I'm assuming you're not going back inside for a while. Mind if I keep you company? It's getting a bit exhausting." Samantha leaned on the balcony. Chloe didn't protest, but she couldn't help but hope Sam's magnetic presence didn't end up attracting her fans to that little spot...