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  1. There was nothing new to that day, it was Max’s birthday but as usual she didn’t celebrate it, but it was nice to have received a letter from her eldest sister, but it was no surprise that no one else had sent her anything, regardless she was pleased that her sister had remembered her, every year the young woman likes to send Max a postcard and a present before Max travels back home. This year Max was going to stay in Tally, she wasn’t going to bother getting on a train to visit her family for three days only to be treated like she didn’t belong. She stared at the postcard for a while with a smile on lips, there wasn’t much to be happy about, but receiving that letter had made her happy. Throughout the course of the day, things had been easy, Max had spent some time with Laurie, where Max received a box full of unicorn balls. It felt nice having someone during that day, even if Max believed it was just like any other day it was nice to spend it with a friend doing various things, something she rarely had the chance to do during that time, either because she never bothered to say it to anyone or simply because she was pressured to go home to celebrate it with ‘family’. Max was slightly excited for the end of the day, to spend some alone time with Senan, which was probably something she had been expecting, maybe they could watch a movie or something, they didn’t have to do anything, but spending some portion of the day with Laurie and the rest of it with Senan seemed liked the best birthday she could have asked for. She stood in front of the house with her backpack and a duffle bag, she looked at it from top to bottom with a smile on her face, every time she thought about what happened the smile grew, she couldn’t help how she felt like a strong magnetic force was pulling her towards him. She took a key from her pocket to open the door to the house, once the door was open, she walked inside and locked it again. “Senan?” she put the bag down and keys went back into her pocket. She paid little attention to her surroundings and walked to the living room, placing the paint can on the ground. Maybe Senan wasn’t around. She sat on the couch and looked at the blank wall, she took a sketchpad from her backpack and began drawing the sketch of the image she thought it would look good on the wall, depending on the color they both chose she was sure she could pull something interesting.
  2. Days in the middle of the week were always the least complicated ones, the days where she received more students were Fridays and Mondays, either because they wanted to go home earlier or because they wanted a prolonged weekend, completely forgetting that with healing magic things might not always work the way they want it to. But the Quidditch teams were her most faithful visitors, every time there was a practice there were at least a couple of players there with injuries followed by the whole team, she had to admire their dedication not only to the game but to their teammates. The day continued smoothly until it was time to clock out, classes were over and so was her shift. Even if she wasn’t working for the remaining day, she always left a note and a way to reach her if it was necessary, she too was entitled to some personal time. She looked at the clock and instead of taking the easy way to the Reserve she decided to walk there, stretch her legs, maybe get some exercise, or at least prepare her muscles for the upcoming game of tag she had scheduled for that afternoon. She even decided to wear comfortable clothing, and strangely enough, wore her hair in a ponytail. The nurse’s uniform was left at school, as it was a work uniform. Once at the reserve Olivia looked around, it was still as she remembered it, it’s been a while since visited it last, perhaps it was shortly after graduation, and now seven years later there she is again, but this time isn’t to contemplate on the beauty of it. It was still early, a walk around the place wouldn’t hurt, she shouldn’t be too hard to find. Seconds turned into minutes and shortly she found herself sitting on a bench as she waited for the young man. She sat on a bench, resting for a while as she waited. She put one leg over the other as she watched the few people around the Reserve. That place was indeed a special one, a great location to spend some time with those a person cares for, lovers, friends, even acquaintances. The beauty of that place was breathtaking. It didn’t take long for her to see a familiar face; she looked at the person and waved, indication her location.
  3. 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.
  4. Bella hadn’t forgotten about Mark’s birthday, even if he didn’t celebrate it. She wanted to be sure he at least knew how important he was to her as a friend, while she wasn’t very good at expressing herself with words, she was better at doing it with actions. Bella had made a cake earlier that day, she didn’t want Mark finding out about it, so she had to hide the cake from him in her room while he was around in the kitchen, only decorating it when he moved to his room. She was a bit anxious about the whole ordeal, what if he didn’t like chocolate? That could happen, and once it did then … what was she going to do? It wasn’t something she could worry about at the moment, she had already made the cake, she had already decorated it and had even gotten some candles. The bag with his present sat on top of the kitchen table. Inside there was a new sketchbook and some art supplies, Bella knew that Mark liked to sketch, and he was good at it, it seemed like a decent enough present for him. Inside the bag there was also a pair of crocheted mittens with the Flinder’s colors that Bella had made, they had fallen onto the bag by mistake, she thought they wouldn’t be good enough, nor that he would wear such a thing, it was best they just remained in her room, hidden from everyone’s sight. Bella knocked on his bedroom room, the cake was decorated, the present was on the table, all the needed was the birthday boy. “M-Mark…ar-are you there? C-can you … can you please come here?” she asked a bit skittish, maybe she overdid it, maybe she shouldn’t have done anything, could she rewind time and stop herself from knocking on the door? No, she couldn’t. Bella took a deep breath trying to calm herself, maybe if she hid in her room it would be alright, it would be like it never happened.
  5. At first he'd been at a loss of where to go with Meadow, never actually being out with her before due to her home situation. It left him with far too many options and none of them had been the proper forum for their first time, not when he needed to get something off of his chest. There'd been a lot he'd been holding back from her, it hadn't been any secret on that but after spending a good chunk of the start of their break thinking over what had been told to him he found that things in his life needed to be re-evaluated. Or, at the very least, how he treated them especially the parts of his life that held a much larger part of it in grasp than anything or anyone else. In the moment? It'd pretty much been Meadow due to their closeness since the early days of Tallygarunga. It all led him to the idea of the Narrie Lakes, it hadn't been a place constantly in the eyes of numerous people and there'd been spots around the area that they could tuck into to make sure that it'd became less likely. He actually planned a genuine picnic due to the mild weather of late. There'd been a basket full of different kinds of foods, finger foods, obviously and a cooler for a few mild drinks. Not all of it had been fizzy, most of it water and a random sparkling water. That had just been accidentally picked up and he'd been in too much of a rush to actually put it back. After laying out a blanket he placed the basket at the center of it. When he told Meadow the information he left out the picnic bit, wanting it to be more of a pleasant surprise than anything else. Chances are she'd probably figure it out since it seemed like an obvious spot and type of weather, but he could be wishful in think he could be surprising in a good way. He started to sit down on top of the blanket and removed his shoes to keep it as clean as possible without tracking anything on it, shuffling the shoes off to the side. Travis' eyes closed gently as his senses took in the surrounding nature: The breeze that coursed through, the smell of the water that lingered off the lake that seemed to be a calming presence to his spirit. That was something he hope not only would be kept up but would have a similar effect on his friend. Mostly because he knew part of what he had to tell her wouldn't sit well, not with how worried she tended to get when it came to peoples safety - especially with his own and the typical reckless nature that he wore. This had also been one of the few times that his long-sleeved shirt had been rolled up, revealing the various scars and wounds that had been caused by his own claws - except for one - only a single set of scars had an obvious angle that made it impossible for it to be self-inflicted on the left arm. 'So, she'll either punch me. . . Glare at me and punch me. . . Call me an idiot and try to hug me to death. Not really sure which one is the good point here right now.'
  6. There had been a feeling of impatience in the air lately when it came to one Lisa Knotley, and the longer time went on, the thicker that aura felt, almost as if one could cut it with a knife. The break was approaching and the blonde waited for classes with bated breath, needing some sort of task or activity to keep herself from going insane after a few weeks of sitting on the sidelines. Although, despite her workaholic tendencies, not all was bad. Throughout the break, her schedule did find itself quite busy - that had been Aspen Clarke's full responsibility, and something the Sturt was quite grateful for. They had spent nearly every day of the break together, for hours on end; and, on occasion, multiple times in the same day. There had even been a day where she had gone to visit Lisa at night on her request, and the Sturt figured they could pull a second round of it all to bid goodbye at their little vacations. Just like the last time, it had been quite the simple affair to sneak the girl in; unlike that time, however, the blonde had ideas unbecoming of teenagers like them - she took to alcohol to make the seconds more tolerable. It had taken a bit of convincing, but she eventually got Aspen to agree to that little activity (much to Lisa's surprise). The conversation flew back and forth easily during the first few swigs they shared from one of the few bottles she had found over the past year laying around the school premises. However, as time went on and a potent buzz solidified in each of the girls, things turned south and the room grew distinctly quiet, devoid of laughter and amusing conversations. They sat against the headrest of Lisa's bed, dressed as if ready to go to sleep, leaning against each other in the somewhat uncomfortable silence. Not because of one another's presence or proximity, but because of what was going through their minds. At some point, the Sturt had handed the beverage to Aspen; to occupy her now idle hand, she pulled her friend's leg up to a bent position gently, if a bit clumsily, and found herself resting that hand on the top of her thigh, with a thumb running back and forth within its range. Despite her eyes being cast down towards the active finger, her gaze was anything but focused as the thoughts in her mind threatened to suffocate her at the drop of a hat. "...This is the part where I tell you to stay away, I think..." She muttered, breaking the silence, gaze stuck to the perpetually moving finger. Despite her words, no part of her body made a move to get away and escape the personal bubble of the friend she had grown so fond of. "I've come to really care about you, so... I don't want to end up screwing you over too at some point." It was remarkable how easily Aspen had broken through every barrier Lisa had so carefully built for a little over two years; and in a way she had betrayed the Bourke already by her very inaction at nipping the friendship in the bud the moment she noticed it was blossoming. She had wanted to feel close to someone again, she realized, but ultimately she knew she had been setting both up for failure and dooming the Bourke to the pain Lisa always seemed to inevitably cause. "That stuff you heard about me... From the Dueling Club. That's barely scratching the surface..." Her phrases dragged on as the alcohol took effect. She was conscious of the fact she was talking too much, but lacked the concern over what her words could end up doing to herself; the care for her friend dominated. "You already know I'm a lousy friend. I'm also, let's see... Lousy daughter, lousy sister, lousy girlfriend... S'just pick your poison at this point, really." She let out a deep exhalation. If only she knew how to stop herself. "I guess... I just don't want you to be next on the list." As her speech slowed to a halt, she decided to reach over with her free hand to take the bottle out of Aspen's hands, her head inadvertently pressing harder against the Bourke's with the leaning before she managed to return to her previous position; she then took a rather large swig in a vain attempt to forget her plights.
  7. The day for MJ’s birthday was there, Aspen quickly got out of bed to make everyone some breakfast. Today was all about MJ and all her favorite things, she wanted to be able to give MJ the best birthday possible; Aspen wasn’t sure if next year she would be able to be around her sister, so she wanted to give her the best she could. Previously Aspen had gotten her sister a notebook, she hoped MJ would love it and she also had something that Lisa had given her for MJ. Before making breakfast, Aspen made sure to make every chore in the house, now that she was seventeen it was easier to make everything with magic, cleaning, laundry, waking out the dog, making sure the litter box was clean, everything in the house was going to be spotless for when MJ wakes up she doesn’t even have to do anything. When the chores were done it was time for breakfast, the only thing that Aspen didn’t use magic to do, she did it like she always has, manually. In the meantime she also began making the cake, this with a slight help of magic, to speed things along and, it could bake while Aspen gives her sister the breakfast in bed, perhaps later, they could decorate together. As tradition dictates, Aspen took MJ’s breakfast to their room, but before waking up her sister, Aspen placed both her present and Lisa’s present next to the younger girl’s head, so that she could see it first. The older sibling placed the breakfast tray on the table and softly tried to wake up her sister. “Mary...” Aspen said before kissing her sister’s forehead. “...time to wake up Sleeping Beauty.” She joked lightly at her sister.
  8. It had been a while since Diana had given Olivia the address for May. Olivia didn’t want to meet the Dhampir with the same hatred, no it wasn’t hatred it was anger and frustration, she had for her when she had left; May could have trusted Olivia and told her where she was going, Olivia would have understood the situation, she wouldn’t have blamed May if she would have just told her she had to go, but May didn’t trust Liv, she chose to leave without a word, without an explanation, and perhaps what hurt Olivia the most was the lack of communication. Liv was calm, she was ready to face the person she once loved and that left her, without a word, Liv thought she was worth a note, a simple lousy not saying something. It crossed Olivia’s mind that perhaps May had been under the influence of her nature all along and managed to get free? Liv’s nature was a curse, how could she fall in love again when her heart was still healing? How could she ever find someone else knowing that her own nature could interfere? She walked up to the address on the paper and rang the doorbell, she was sure May could sense her the minute she walked over to the door. She was nervous, what was she going to do when May appears? How was she going to react? Liv didn’t want to hurt May, too much at least, for that she had to remain calm, no killing, no burning, just talk.
  9. The school year had been fresh still, the advisor had also been breathing down his neck that if he'd intended to change now that the paper needed to go through first or that he could wait until finishing his current degree and then go into the Law Enforcement program under the same scholarship, albeit, longer time in the VMU system than intended. This had been a different kind of stress than he'd been used to in Tallygarunga, the opportunities afforded to him back then had been due to his hard work not the random hiccup within his magical heritage of being able to transform his body into limitless forms. This is what led him to 'The Tipsy Mozzie', sitting in one of the more secluded areas in the establishment which hadn't exactly been the 'usual table' for the group of people he usually sat around with. He'd already been two drinks in, a third in hand as he hunched over with a hand embraced against his forehead and his eyes closed momentarily still trying to mull everything over, as if the liquid at the end of each bottle consumed would actually gift to him the revelation of the choice. It wasn't something that he could shunt off on someone else and it still held all of the importance of effect to other people in his life. It hadn't even been his path but what if his talents actually could be useful? He leaned his head back and huffed with frustration. He wasn't sure what time it'd been, would it be around the time everyone would start to come in for the usual hang? Or was he there just way too early and lost track of everything around him? He scratched the back of his neck a bit and decided either way he'd send a text ahead towards Jamie and Alex that he'd already been here, at least for the last couple of hours.
  10. 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.
  11. What he originally thought would end up being a single time ended up turning into more of a mini-tradition, it hadn't been a bad thing but definitely unexpected. During the breaks his roommate had went home which meant the entire room would be to himself if he ever stayed. Usually? He did, but this year he wouldn't be for extended time, only staying the first week just so that he wouldn't miss the first planned meetup between himself and Danielle when it came to, what he dubbed, 'Movie Day'. The day that they just hung out, popped in a movie after he acquired a few things that he probably shouldn't even hold his dorm, such as a pretty reasonable television that had been engineered to withstand the magical build up of the school, which it had a DVD system built directly into it. These days had a specific rule, however, for the sake of Danielle's main preference of no violence and no explosions. He wasn't sure the reason behind it, most likely whatever had occurred in her past which had been an understandable situation. It wasn't something that would be asked, a kind of thought and experience that had been far more harmful to tread on unless the person who felt it spoke of it first. Some wounds could be so fresh that the simple approach of it could cause it to bleed and gush in an unintended way. A few movies had been selected and it'd been those that he felt were in pretty decent taste and were good 'cinematic adventures' as he had started to call them. "Alright, let's see. . . Six movies for us to potentially get through, if we can get that much in. Have some popcorn, a few snacks." He hummed for a moment and then remembered something as he looked left and right for a moment before removing his wand and pressing it towards the side of the wall where it'd cause a blink of light which slide a hidden door opened with what seemed to be a man-made cooler on the inside of it enchanted with various spells to keep it nice and chilled as he pulled out a couple of pop bottles, they were blood-flavored intentionally geared towards the Dhampir population that he noticed one time. "I bet she'll love it!" His eyes looked up towards the rare steak that sat in its own little spot and gulped and coughed. "Maybe later friend. . ." Travis wasn't sure if Danielle had picked up that he'd been a Werewolf, not that he told her but he also had been aware that her senses were as high acute as his own. Not that he expected that she'd judge him, of all people he knew she'd understand him far better than anyone else. Habits, however, were hard to break extremely so. As such his hand weaved the wand through the air and closed the magically designed door back up as it sealed itself as if it'd just been part of the wall. It took him years to build that and make it, and one day this year, he'd have to leave a note behind to the next potential occupant. "I think that maybe everything."
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. 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!
  18. 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.
  19. '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.
  20. 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.
  21. 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.
  22. 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.
  23. 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...
  24. After dealing with the usual paper logistics that came along with fully authorizing it to be an official club, he went through the steps of setting up the Musiciary room into a more casual setting. Double checking the different instruments had been donated from various people he'd encountered that had more than enough or even the few that wanted to see something more positive taken placed in the school as a whole. What had been more positive than investing in the refinement that came along with music and what it could pull up? There had been various instruments setup from the ever so loud Drums to the ever elegant Violin, types that could fit various palettes and be tested by those that are still just simply looking to see if they held a bit of the spark. The room's wards for sound had already been pre-checked ahead of time as it was used for the actual class that focused on such efforts. One less thing off of his list to actually worry about to making this experience come together in a nice knitted fashion. They did have Teacher sponsors, two of them in fact but he hadn't been sure if they'd be able to make the First Meeting of the Club. It shouldn't be that big of a deal they were perhaps much more laid back than most club advisors, it wasn't as if they were doing dueling club which meant less likely to be any kind of accident. "Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something. . .?" Alex closed his eyes for a moment and pressed both hands onto his waist in thought while his head inclined slightly. He gave a carefree shrug. "Oh well, if it pops up I can address it pretty easily, I think." For the time being all he could do had been to wait to see if there were any truly dedicated members that would show up, he didn't expect everyone capable of showing up but those that would meant they'd take the steps in the right direction of keeping the club going and interesting. He made his way over towards the piano that had been in the room and sat down on the bench that had been settled close it and began to play it as a way to pass the time, playing the song, 'River Flows in You'.
  25. Nervousness welled up in the pit of Meadow's stomach as she geared herself to meeting her (much) older sister for the first time in a few years. Close as they were, their parents disapproved of their connection; exchanges were mostly limited to literal written mail. But that day was different. The Flinders finally had enough courage to step out of her safety bubble and request a meeting, after being prompted by Isolda. The longer she had to wait, the worst she felt, but that was on her for reaching the meeting place a tad too early. As she paced back and forth along the dirt path in front of Tallygarunga as means to distract herself, she couldn't help but wonder: would Isolda even recognize her? For what felt like a lifetime, Meadow had looked like no more than just a kid. Only late in the year prior had puberty hit her like a truck, and Meadow looked much different than the last time they met. It didn't help that the younger of the two wasn't particularly fond of photography and refused to put any pictures of herself on QuillBook whatsoever. As she walked back and forth, she couldn't keep her eyes from scanning every nook and cranny of her surroundings, as if expecting her parents or their minions to jump out and reveal her transgression. 'Calm down, girl, you'll get Apparated out of here in no time...'
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