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Ashkar Gastrell ● 44 ●Enrollment Officer ● Undercover IWP Agent ● Muggleborn Sassy, direct and oh so very British, Ashkar is a guy that has never pulled his punches. A former (but not reformed) criminal who was eventually caught and offered the option of Azkaban or working for the International Wizarding Police, he went for the later. Now working with another agent he is undercover at Tallygarunga, acting as protection for the children and staff alike. Ash is in a presumed relationship with Elektra. Aside from that, again I am open for anything. Interactions with staff, parents, children and just the general population Holly Bennett ● 24 ● Narrie Resident ● Single Mum / Radio Host ● Halfbreed (Veela) Miss Bennetts been through a lot. The product of a week long affair with a man who until recently was unnamed. Losing her Mother at of 12 and then for year being cared for by her step-father who just couldn't cope. She was placed in foster care and for the remainder of her childhood has been through both good and bad homes. This has only caused the young girl to be driven though, studying hard at school. A single mum at sixteen made this much harder, but somehow she made her grades got into the VMU and a part time gig as a radio host to pay the bills. After a recent fight for her daughters life, Holly has dropped out of VMU, bought a house and decided to focus on her career on the wizarding wireless, her daughter and learning more about her biological father - Matthew Belmont. Isolda Richards ● 27 ● Healer ● IWP Agent ● Pure Blood Perky, Sassy and very much a Bourke in her school days. Isolda is one of the daughters of a very pro blood purity family. A family her time at Tallygarunga made her come to dislike intensely, however, she used them to get herself through school, university and settled into her first job as a Healer. Then she walked away from those who raised her and their bigoted views, got a job with the International Wizarding Police and living her life the way she feels it should be lived. She is the half sister of Evelyn Parsons. Her most recent goal is rescue her sister Meadow Richards from the clutches of their family and wage a war of her roommate and IWP partner, Jasper or as she likes to call him The Spider King or Spider Man. Albertine Bellerose ● 16 ● Spencer ● Inventor ● Pure Blood

Mousie is the worst and tends to make new things when there are probably things that need to be fixed/clarified/all of that fun stuff. When you come across something on the board that you don't think is "as intended", this thread is here so you can let me know---and I'll get onto it asap! This includes things like: Skin/theming issues, where text is hard to read/poorly laid out, items don't seem to display how you think they should. Forums/functions that you can't see on a particular account Documentation/lore questions that aren't answered in the existing documentation. Suggestions you have for making Tally easier to navigate. Profile fields that don't show up, or show as editable, etc. Anything else you think needs addressing, or ideas you have! When reporting issues, the more information I have to work with, the better! Especially when it's related to permissions errors, I need to know things like: What exact page/feature isn't working (links are good here. :D) What account you were logged in as, and if it occurs on your other charater/player accounts Screenshots of the errors as they appear on your screen. This is especially useful for skinning/appearance issues. What browser you use. Tally is predominantly designed in Chrome, but I'd like to iron out other issues where possible. What device you are on---there is a difference between mobile and desktop modes, so this is good to know too. Cheers guys! Throw them bugs at me, lemme squash 'em!

Ignatius Larue Age: 16 Gender: Male House: Bourke Iggy is of the quiet sort, often keeping to the edge of social gatherings even though he really quite enjoys the company of people. He enjoys books and hand crafts. You might find something tucked into your book bag if he's struck with inspiration, though he won't know quite what to do with himself if you insist on thanking him too much. He likes thunderstorms and walking around in the rain. He never seems to catch a cold. He loves Quidditch and will be quite happy to listen to someone talk about their favourite teams all day. He is a fairy, but he doesn't like to be treated any differently and will rarely bring it up. It's not immediately obvious that he isn't human unless you look too closely at his eyes or the tips of his ears. What's needed? I'm up for anything at all! Friends, datemates, rivals, teammates... Though when it comes to specific dynamics I like those to develop naturally, especially when it comes to ships. I find if I start out with the goal of 'let's get these two together' it doesn't work as well as if it developed organically.

INDEX :: HISTORY :: DRAGONS :: AVAILABILITY :: ADVERTISEWe all know what happen after the 2nd Long Interval, but what happen after the 1st? What about when all Weyrs were still active?With hundreds of Turns free of Thread, everything has changed. New systems have been integrated with old, the Weyrs adjust to a life "free" of Thread. The Holds have prospered and spread, and Crafts have advanced, no longer hindered by the need to survive but to grow. Pern is not that of Dragons flying under Thread ridden skies. Of people stuck to a life of surviving each Fall during a Pass...Or is it? There is no Lessa to do the impossible. Or a faithful F'lar to keep to the old ways knowing Thread will return.There is only the People of Pern. What is your story?People of Pern is an AU Dragonriders of Pern RP. Where the events of the past during Landing happen, but not as you remember them. Now in the present the events of the 1st Long Interval unravel. Thread has not fallen for generations, yet the 5th Pass is almost upon us! Pern has changed because of this lull, will things continue or will things change? What we also have to offer: -: No sexuality or gender based Impression :- Due to the events of the past, our present Pern is not limited to Dragons picking one due to sexuality or gender. No, our Dragons choose those who are right for them, and nothing more. (LGBTQ+ friendly!)-: Friendly Community :- We are a friendly community, both to those wise in the ways of Pern or those new to it. Have a question? Why not drop by our Cbox and have a grand time just chatting away!-: Custom Impressions :- The Staff prides itself on customizing every Dragonet to the Candidate. This baby should fit your Candidate, and thus is made around just them! No pre-made baby, each is carefully created.-: Open Opportunities :- There is always opportunities no matter the Rider or the average Pernese. If you have something interesting to bring to the table, please feel free to drop the Staff a note and we can see about getting others to jump in!-: Current Events :- High Reaches has been true to their word, and now Benden is sending two of their own as Representatives, “Winds of Fate“. Will the many questions on everyone’s mind be answered? Or will they find not is all as it seems? What has High Reaches been doing or the last two decades in isolation?** We are open for High Reaches transfers of Half Wing (15 pairs) have a look here for details! **With all the political on goings, life still continues on. Both Golden Myrrth and Copper Sarinth have risen to mate. Their Open Flights were a huge success! With two Queens awaiting to clutch the atmosphere within the Weyr is one of joy and excitement. Two successful Queen flights, two chances that maybe one with produce a golden egg!** Gold Myrrth's Hatching is scheduled for September & Copper Sarinth's Hatching is scheduled for October **Feel free to join our Discord Channel!

Home||Rules||Newbie Guide||Wanted Ads Wind-Shook Rain is a multi-timeline Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell based roleplaying site. We offer four separate time periods for our members to play in ranging from the middle ages to the renaissance and enlightenment eras, to the regency era, to the Victorian period and everything afterwards, with room for overlap. We're a no-wordcount site and are welcoming to newcomers to the fandom as well veteran Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell fans. AUERATE ERA In the winter of 1110 a Fairy army appeared in the North of England and made swift work of conquering the region. Their leader: a human, a fifteen year old boy captured and raised by the Daoine Sidhe. This is the man who would become known as the Raven King , John Uskglass. With him magic came into England and Magicians flourished during his reign. But with magic comes a whole new series of threats outside of our own human scope: Demons and wars with Hell, Fairies flitting in and out of our world and spiriting people away to their brughs, and webs of intrigue spanning all through the Raven King's Court. The world was changed on that winter's day in 1110, when the Fair Folk first arrived, and now we must all learn to live in and adapt to it. ARGENTINE ERA In 1434, the Raven King Left us, for reasons unknown, and with him he took all of England's magic. that is, at least, how it feels to those of us who live in these times afterwards. As the Renaissance dawns and those involved in the Arts and Sciences flourish, the Magicians of our time rush to write down whatever scraps of spells they can get their hands on, even if they do not understand what they truly are, in some fruitless hope of preserving it. But they cannot hold back time forever, and as theydays and years go by, the common folk begin believing in and trusting in magic less and less. THE REVIVAL Magic has not been properly practiced in England for the past 300 years. Not by anyone respectable at least. Enter Gilbert Norrell. After a miraculous display of his skill at York Minster, Norrell has come to London and though at first the Government is skeptical of his abilities and declines his initial offer to assist in the war effort against Napoleon, after he raises a member of Parliment's fiancé from the dead...well there really is no denying his magicianship, is there? Soon Norrell has taken on a New Pupil, Jonathan Strange, and Magic has become the most fashionable thing to sweep through London. But tensions begin to brew between Strange and Norrell, and all the meanwhile magic is creeping back into England. The Fairy roads are opening again, and who knows just what awaits us on the other side? THE NEW AGE OF MAGIC Strange and Norrell are gone. After the events concerning the Revival of English Magic, they have vanished without a trace. Even their houses have disappeared, and along with them all of the Books of Magic Norrell Possessed. Perhaps all of the books of Magic entirely. Well, almost all of the Books of Magic... The Book, the Raven King's Book, still remains. Written on the body of a street Magician named Vinculus is a book said to be penned by the Raven King himself. Once, he bore a prophecy of Magic's return, but now he says he is rewritten, and as the writing on his skin is in the King's Letters, a system of writing long forgotten, who can say what those words say now? What can be said is that everyone wants to know. John Childermass, a former servant of Norrell's has taken on the guardianship of Vinculus and himself is one of the men leading the charge of those trying to decipher the odd lettering written upon the man. But who would not wish to claim that glory for themselves? Magic has returned, and it has changed the world forever now. What that means for our future, who can say?

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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."

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7 months earlier... Upon arrival at the home, Stardust had paused and her expression had turned to concern even before entering. She had told Cassandra and Dylan that she felt a shift in the land around it. Something had happened, an opening had been created. It was through her they were able to witness an echo of events as Caitlin seemed to pour through books and drawers like a madwoman, searching for something. What it was they couldn't say, and they followed her frantic searching as she then ran outside into the back yard and than... simply vanished. "She opened a door... no... someone else did..." Had come the soft voice of the Fae woman, before she furrowed her brow. "We cannot follow." Immediately, an argument sparked from Cassandra, but Stardust simply looked at her and then pointed to her barely showing belly at the time. "You cannot risk losing them to Faerie, and I... I cannot remember how to return," This seemed to trouble the small Fae, who then offered her apologies and words that she would let Dylan know as soon as she felt another shift. If Caitlin returned. Today... At the shop, the Fae woman was in the midst of inspecting some new wands that had been crafted, when she paused, her head lifting and gaze staring into the middle distance. She dropped the wand in her hands and ran to the front desk, almost jumping on top of it in order to gain Dylan's attention as she stared at him. There was a mixture of concern, excitement, happiness, and yet fear in her eyes. "The door opened again..." Came the whisper from the dark-haired Fae, "She's returned." Elsewhere, Cassandra felt the shift as well as the familiar tug of her aunt's blood while she was feeding one of the twins and her breath halted for a moment as she looked up. Her chest tightened and relief flooded through her for a few moments. The babe she was feeding stopped, and both turned their strange-coloured gaze to her as though acknowledging that they had felt it too. A soft half-sob bubbled from her lips as she rested back in her seat. She needed to go see her though, and so she summoned the stroller from the hallway and began to settle the two girls in it while reaching out toward Alex with her mind, 'Did you feel it?' At the same time, Cass felt concern... because she didn't just feel the single thread that connected her to Caitlin, but another connecting one as well. In the backyard of the house which had only been maintained by family but otherwise untouched, The red-haired woman blinked, disoriented for a moment as she looked around the back of her home, before then toward the teenager who stood next to her, holding her hand as she fearfully studied the place. The last thing she remembered was that she had been searching for something, and then... then she opened her eyes and found herself here with Aisling. She knew her daughter, naturally, though she couldn't place any memories of her having been living here with herself or Cass. Bringing the girl in close, Caitlin held her while she tried to work out what was missing in her mind, though subconsciously she was aware that it was futile, at least at the moment. She was still dressed exactly the same as when she left, appeared no different, and yet, she knew she had gone somewhere. She didn't like that her garden had overgrown quite a bit, what had happened? "Let's go inside," Caitlin said softly, and then began to lead Aisling in, so that she could at least get them some tea or something, while she tried to straighten her mind which was clearly missing fragments of memory.

Chloe couldn't figure out why it was that her maternal grandparents had decided to make the trip down under in the middle of June, nowhere near any break period for either her parents, herself or her student, and demand that all give them attention. They had been over for a week, having arrived the previous Sunday; Chloe had managed to avoid them for most of that period with school, training and work as an excuse, but that Saturday, she had no choice - she was forced to put up with them as her mother begrudgingly ordered her to come home from Tallygarunga for the weekend. The Sturt considered herself to be very tolerant of others in general, but in her book, her grandparents were absolutely insufferable. Her mother had told stories before about how strict and career-obsessed they were, but even her words couldn't do them any justice. Whenever the family visited Kagoshima she always made sure to drag her sister out of the house and avoid them as much as possible, but now that they had gone to her hometown instead, it proved to be too great a task. She was doomed to have her ears incessantly filled with interrogations pertaining her future, why she hadn't found a good man yet, what sort of education she intended to pursue in Muggle school (now that she thought about it, it was perhaps for the best they had no idea what magic was), how her hobbies were unbecoming of a young woman like her, so on and so forth. Near the end of the afternoon, however, she hit her limit. As dinner was served, Chloe excused herself with the pretense of feeling unwell. She was allowed to retire to her bedroom. After a gentle pet to Frost's head and an uttered apology, the girl proceeded to put her plan to action. She shoved various pillows under the sheets of her bed, so if anyone were to come in, they'd think of her as asleep. She then put on a hoodie jacket for warmth during the upcoming warm night, shoved the few clothes she had brought along with her the previous day in a backpack along with her phone and wallet, and opened the window to greet the chilly night. The sun set early as the Winter approached, and she knew that she still had a couple hours to make it back to Tallygarunga on foot before she'd be considered to violate curfew. She believed it to be more than enough time for the trek, even if she took the long way around, and perhaps she could even grab something to eat on the way. She hoisted herself up and over the window, hanging cleanly with a hand while the other held onto the backpack's strap. Her gaze met Frost's as the feline reclined in its temporary bedding for a nap - there was no point in bringing the cat along when her sister was around to watch for it, but she couldn't help being concerned over the fact he could also jump off the window she was about to leave open. Coupled with the fact that the sudden cold air would alert the inhabitants of the house that something was off, she made up her mind about alerting Lexi regarding the fact that she left. However, she had to escape first. Looking down from the first floor window, she lowered herself as much as she possibly could to minimize the length of the fall. Firstly, she threw her bag a ways away for it to fall on the grass of the backyard, mentally hoping to Merlin her phone would be in working condition afterwards. The second one to fall would be her. With her feet lightly pressed against the side of the building, she pushed herself off of it to a free fall, tucking and rolling as her body reached ground level. The slickness of the grass from earlier rain stained her clothes, and she took notice as she stood back up on her feet, her hands haphazardly cleaning off as much as she could of the greenery now on her clothes. Once she deemed it sufficient, the Sturt reached for her fallen backpack to verify the state of her mobile device - finding it in working order, she sent a text message to her sister wherein she was honest about her intentions. It didn't take Chloe too long to spot said girl coming up to the window she had just jumped over, and waved at her as it was closed. Escape successful. She doubled back around the house to ensure she wasn't spotted through windows on accident by going along the side of the dining room; as she jumped the fence and reached the street, she let out a sigh in relief in the dead of night. At least, until the following day, she could rest easy...

With decent temperatures and weather abound, Vladimir saw no qualms in the day's events as planned. The lake had always been a fascinating area in Narrie for the man, even when he had been attending at Tally as a boy grown to man. Generally secluded, calm, away from the hustle and bustle of everything and everyone. What better a place for a picnic with his Ruella? His self from a year ago would have scoffed at the notion that he could be genuinely happy - that his life would finally have more of a meaning and a purpose than it had had for years. That he could, and had, found proper and true love. It gave him a strength that was different from the blood that Améa would provide him with, and different from all other relationships. It made him want to positively sing. The maestro of his own personal orchestra, one voice. And yet Vladimir made careful to not make their relationship overtly obvious, as was for the best. A part of him did not want to risk shattering what he and Améa had been building - that his luck would run out and something or someone would tear them apart and to pieces. That if indeed Mary or Stuart found out there would be hell to pay. But neither did he want to deny what was so clearly true and obvious... It was a quandary that Vladimir often set aside to let his feelings govern. He loved her after all. "Here," Vladimir had suggested, picking a space under some trees for shade, keeping them secluded and away from anyone normally walking the pathways. Blanket set, basket on the ground now, Vladimir offered to help Améa sit and get comfortable before he took his own seat next to her. He let out a sigh of contentment, one that he only permitted Ruella to hear. He was at true ease. Vladimir had been looking forward to this for some time. Any time he was able to spend with Améa in true and perfect solace let his muscles relax and his posture slacken in a way that he could not truly put words to. Only that Améa was the source of his good feelings and he did not want that to change as he reached for her hand and clasped it in his own. And, with them all alone, he let himself speak the words aloud that he always did when they were finally able to be together without interruption. "I do love you so, Ruella," he said plainly, his fingers idly rubbing against her own as he held her hand. "I would, if you will permit me of course, like to read to you some poetry, if that is to your liking."

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Another day for most. Another day for Stuart too, really... at least a few years down the track. Except that it wasn't, nor would it ever be. The 9th of July would always be associated with the tiny stillborn girl that he had held for only a short time. Certainly, he wasn't the only one to have lost a child in the town, or even among his friends or family. It's why he never spoke about it with others, even when they needed to speak about the ones they'd lost. He still had the rest of his children, and their children even. And the mother of this one... had never wanted to be a mother. Not that he ever blamed her. Despite her fears, she still accepted it was going to be. It wasn't her fault that she was being hunted, or that she'd been found. Or that she had been attacked, right before Stuart had turned up and - in his rage - did something he never would have done normally. It had been called self-defense, but the creature hadn't even been after him. He didn't even like calling it a creature. The werewolf that had killed his unborn daughter had been a person as well. But they were as evil in their human form as what many people considered their kind to be regardless. And the mother... she had survived, by some miracle, but they had never been the same again. Perhaps it had been for the best. She had been almost half his age, after all. Of course, that was some years ago now. How long? Seven years? He closed his eyes tightly, trying to push the number away. He didn't want to think that there could be a cute seven year old girl living with him, who played with her cousins and many half-siblings, and nieces and nephew. Every year he came here alone, he never reminded anyone the day, though suspected that at least Jez remembered. People had enough of their own worries, to be bothered by him. And so he sat at the foot of the grave and smiled gently at the name, 'Annabelle Maree Blair'. "Well... I guess it's about time I updated you on the weird and wonderful, Belly Bear?" Stuart spoke quietly, before then beginning to go over some of the details of what had been happening over the past year, since he last visited.

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.

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.

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Robin sat on the roof of the house looking down at the backyard and her mother’s small garden, almost everything remained as when they acquired the house, an empty pool full of junk, dirt and dead plants, possibly a couple of dead animals too, by now they would be mummified with all the junk there was on the pool, a few dead bushes, a rundown shack, even the front gate was still broken. Perhaps her mother was too superstitious about having the twins around the house and would like most of it to remain the same the woman tried to change as little as she could about the house, scared it would make it dull like all the houses in the neighbourhood. It had been a really boring day for Robin, today was one of those days where she didn’t go to the reserve nor did she had any projects to work on, it was winter and it was cold and she didn’t like it at all, there was however a little event in Melbourne that she wanted to attend, while she could show off her skills, as a photographer, able to show how rich and amazing animal photography could be, this year she just wanted to enjoy the moment and see what others had to offer, maybe even get a sweet deal on something. Robin only needed to take her camera to photograph the event, while she wasn’t there on work, she still wanted to retain the memories of it, and because her mother wouldn’t be able to attend and would most likely would enjoy watching the photos. The young redhead quickly arrived in Melbourne. Everything was lovely, there were people on the streets, going in and out of shops and stores, there were even some street performers, she was pretty sure she had seen a metamorphmagus on the corner entertaining the children, someone using magic while a violin played with no one touching it, she was sure the man was doing magic to the sound of it. She also little girl who was perhaps a bit too tall for her age. Robin loved the diversity, everyone was so different and it somehow made her feel at home as she continued to walk through the area, paying attention to everything on display, except where she put her feet.

As the woman lifted the glass of wine to her lips, her fingers played with the piece of paper she had just read, and which caused a fire to burn within her gaze. It was not something she wanted to deal with it, but was something she had dealt with ever since Gemini was still in school, not long after she had moved to Australia. Something that Sibylla dealt with personally, not wanting the younger woman to have to weather the stress from such a conflict. Curtis Dean had ever been a persistent one, however, and he and Sibylla had clashed a number of times over the past years, though he had gone quiet for a time after Franklin had been believed deceased. She wondered how much he had known... whether he was perhaps behind what had occurred back then. It mattered not. What did matter was that he was attempting to force his hand once again, though this time it wasn't over his son or his son's decisions on what he wanted, but it was over the granddaughter that he didn't even know. The girl that he had not once contacted, though perhaps that was in part due to the legal threats that Sibylla had made back then. She would not let him touch her granddaughter, or great-granddaughter, or any others that were hers. The legal letter was something she would have to deal with, hopefully without it getting to a point where Gemini or Gabby would be dragged into it. In that case, it might befall Gem to try and reason with the man who was on the birth certificate of her daughter, in relinquishing any kind of guardianship to someone else. But that could even cause more grief, having to appeal to him. Sib somehow doubted they would get any contact via long-distance. Placing the letter back into the envelope, she issued a heavy sigh before finishing her glass and tapping the bar to order another. For now, she would have to find another way to relieve her own tension, though had a feeling her evening would end up as it usually did, back home and worrying about something else to take her mind off things. Or taking care of her tension herself. Either were probably better options than any of the leering men who were here for their after work drinks because they had nothing else to go home to.

Since that evening a few moon cycles ago, Lorelei had wanted to continue the conversation that they had been having before it became clear that it would be dangerous for Travis to stay out longer in his state. He had taken such a risk to find out her reasons for having avoided him, and it had almost cost him a great deal. There was guilt that hung heavy within Lei for that. And though they hadn't picked up that conversation again, she had made an effort to not be as awkward, she had still sat with him in classes when she showed up, talked casually with him, even when she still managed to say something that might have been a little strange or awkward. But, despite her talk with her grandmother on what she should do, she hadn't been able to bring herself to try and pull the conversation back to what had bothered her about his word games with the other girls. And then, by the worst timing possible, Lorelei had decided to try and approach him one day, and had put her 'feelers' out to see if she could determine where he was... only to discover that not only was he not alone, but was most definitely not in a state for company like hers. In fact, it seemed like he already had what he needed there at the time. After that the girl had decided to sit with her parents and speak of whether there was a point to her going to Tallygarunga. The classes were not structured for her kind. While she understood the importance of things like history and society, they were things she could study easily enough on her own. And it wasn't as though she couldn't be social with others her age. They spent as much time hanging out in town or in the city as any other teenager, and she was the same. But she hadn't been able to even look at Travis without feeling pained, which only made her frustration over being at a school where the magical rules were different to her own kin's. In the end, her parents agreed that she could cut down to the classes that could actually be relevant to her, but she did have to continue study at least for now. It was enough. Lorelei wasn't forced to be at the school all the time. Just for a couple of classes, and could spend time with Lauren or Alex if she wanted. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of sharing part of a soul with another girl too, something that still hurt her slightly, despite understanding the reasoning. But it also meant, undeniably, that Lorelei was much stronger in her power than others like her had been. Already, she had managed to break the hold on her power that had been placed, but she dared not use it. Not yet. She had too many questions, required too many answers to the multitude of things going on around her, but struggled with feeling unable to be fully truthful or open about herself with anyone. And so, the teenager had resolved with herself that she would at least try to get a few answers during the school holidays. Even if they were just to the most normal of things like a young girl's unrequited crush. That resolve didn't make it any easier as she stood at the door to the house where Travis lived though. His mother was at work, that much she knew, and the strange cat they had was out as well. It was just him here, and she had been at the door for a minute now, so he would probably be able to smell her soon if he walked past, so she inhaled deeply and knocked on the door a few times before teeth ran over her red bottom lip as she bit it. Dressed in a deep blue coat with a fluffy collar and cuffs, just long enough to cover the dress beneath it which must have only reached her thighs. Thick black tights ran the length of her legs, along with black boots with a small heel. Her raven tresses were free to frame her fair features, bright eyes awaiting the answer to her knocking.

It felt quite weird to be on campus during a break. Even weirder taking into account that she was wearing street clothes, and even weirder than that the fact that she was carrying her training bag over her shoulder, rather than her beautiful, patch ridden school backpack. The Spencer quickly made her way to the Bourke Common Area without any detours, having done that same path very regularly in the past; however, once there, she took to the boys' dormitories rather than the girls. She wasn't there to visit Samantha. Oh, no. She was there to visit Travis Franklin. It felt like she was walking into a lion's den, a chamber full of teasing remarks that would prove inescapable, knowing how she usually react to them. Though, given the predicament she found herself in, it was perhaps for the best that she did decide to engage in such a private matter during the break - the halls of Tallygarunga were mostly empty, and you could practically hear a pin drop from how deserted they were. Less rumors could spring out of it, and hopefully the matter would be behind her back soon enough. Eventually, she reached the door she was led to believe was Travis', having never been there before. Raising her free fist, she knocked on the door a few times. "Ya there, Trav-in-a-box? It's me." She called out into the room. She couldn't ignore the nerves she was feeling, but was fortunate enough to be used to them; she could focus first on retrieving that damn portrait without getting too anxious, keeping herself under control.

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.

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.

Music was playing as she wandered around the house. Holly didn’t often get free time, in fact, since she’d become a mother it was a rare thing. That was back when she was raising her daughter alone, juggling university and work on top of it. Life had changed so much in the past year that if she stopped and really examined it she’d be more amazed than she was at the present. After all, over a year ago she was a single mother and orphan trying to aim for her dream career whilst living in a flat that even rats refused to squat in. Now not only did Saffron have her Father actively in her life, she also had her own. She’d also discovered that she had a little sister, a sister that was around the same age as Saffron. She’d realized that she already had the career that she wanted and she had a house that rats would be happy to squat in. All that added with now that Saffron had more family Holly found herself with days where she didn’t have to watch every move of her precocious daughter. This is what had led to Holly playing music louder than she really should and dancing around bra-less and free. Her hair was un-brushed and sat around her face and shoulders in whatever way it damn well pleased and she danced around the living room, her wand making the vacuum suck up the last few crumbs on the carpet. Food was happily cooking in the oven and pillows were plumping themselves. So it wasn’t exactly the normal picture of freedom one would expect from a mid twenties witch who had a few days child free and off work, but, the house still needed to be clean. She’d spent the two days previously being much less house proud but since her child would be returning soon with her Father in tow it was a good idea to at least try and have a house that looked like the one single occupant hadn’t be a complete slob when left alone. A quick check of the clock ten minutes before had told Holly she had about thirty minutes more too dance around and clean before her hair would have to be brushed, her bra would have to be put on and so would some lower half clothes then food from her attempts at cooking could be put on the table and then the door would open and through it would come her Daughter and Jon. Something she was rather looking forward to, if she was completely honest.

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!