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  1. Open I'm here for the party

    "The fun is here~" Derrick proclaimed with his arms raised in the air as if he were the mail ordered clown. Whether people wanted it or not, he often found a way to have some fun - spice up the party even a little bit. Sometimes, it was a literal spicing of fire and crazy shenanigans that you could only remember in hazes after several drinks being imbibed. As he passed through the various crowds of people he knew from his past and those he met in the present his hand would extended out giving quick high fivers and shoulder pats. "Come on, people! Look alive even better! Just because we're a bit dressed up doesn't mean we can't spark up a good ol' time." A winning smile beamed brightly as he walked over towards the bar counter and lightly tapped on it. "Let's start out with this mocktail, really, I'm just curious and trying to be -slightly- good. Still need to grade papers late- . . . Oh, come on, Mish, don't look at me like I'm talking out my ass. Honest! I'm going to be a star role model! . . . Today." It was a hard sell even if it was the truth but he had to at least show by action. As he finally grasped his prepared drink he'd turn around to face the room with his back pressed against the edge of the counter. Then he took a quick sip, tasting the contents of the liquid and giving a playful smacking of his tongue from the tangy aftertaste that was left behind along with the high fizzy kick that came along with it. "Gah, tastes like a fruit drink! Needs more of a punch behind it - knock my mind off its feet." He had considered asking Mish for something a bit more complicated but he knew this wasn't that kind of party, unfortunately for his designs of fun. "I wonder if Aus or Arti will grace the presence here. . . That could really get a party starting." He had already been formulating ways to make the evening just a bit more exciting for people.
  2. Open running over

    Keeley never needed a reason to do much of anything. She was relatively pleased with herself today however. She had managed to break through to a relatively difficult horse. It was a small break through but it was something. Not quite the same as finding a place for one of the magical creatures she cared for, she found herself wanting a moment to celebrate. She had not had much company at the Ranch, she figured it had more to do with he escaped convict than anything else. It was harder to get people to leave their comfort zone. Keeley was not too worried however. She was not on anyone’s radar. Which was a nice thing. Though the lack of visitors often left the young woman a little lonely. There had been talk that there would be some sort of party at the Roo, again Keeley never needed an excuse to drink but she was more than happy to celebrate her break through and the apparently miraculous event of the comatose owner of the Roo waking up. That seemed like some sort of crazy story on the muggle Lifetime channel but it seemed to have actually happened to this man. His family had to be pretty happy. She had made the long trek from her ranch on the outskirts to the Roo. She smiled as she ordered a drink. Something simple and absolutely perfect. She backed up and bumped into another body she spun around with a sheepish smiled. ”Oye Sorry!” She said as she sipped the beer to prevent it from spilling over the sides of the glass. ”It’s a bit crowded yea?”
  3. Open Relaxing in the Brush

    Luka had to sneak away from the grounds, he was feeling cooped up and the students weren't helping, many wanting extra lessons and tips to be better at wandless magic. He was a professor yes, but the man could only take so much. Now he was sitting on a large rock out near Korrowi Creek, shirtless, paint smeared over his body, a didgeridoo playing loud droning notes. To Luka this was a relaxing afternoon, getting in touch with his blood, feeling at one with the earth. He had a weird feeling though, that there was something out there, or someone. With a deep breath he focused his magic into the notes he was playing, weaving them into a relaxing tone, trying to dispell the feeling of unease. When that failed he set the instrument down and looked about. He didn't see anyone, bushes, trees, and the creek yeah, not a person in sight. "Oi, Bunji, if you're out there come on, I'm not mad, not bothered, but I am getting annoyed...I have some jerky I can share, maybe some water if you're lost." His voice was smooth, no sign of anything but a relaxed man. Standing Luka stretched wide, "So come on, I don't got all day, I should be returning to the grounds soon...less you're here looking for me for that reason, than maybe I was already heading back....did I have a class today?" He added as an after thought, "Don't think I did."
  4. Open Enjoying that bit of time

    Miracles - they happened everyday and in many cases in ways you wouldn't even expect it. He hadn't met the 'Man of the Hour' but there had been bits of information here and there which had only been due to whatever would slip out from the young man who had been dedicated time and energy to finding a cure. Whatever the true cause of the cure had been alluded Alexander and truthfully it was that perplexing state of affairs that had him sitting at the bar counter with a mocktail in hand, deciding to eschew from an actual drink. His hair had been pulled back into a pony tail, a somewhat formal white button up shirt with tan slacks were worn. That was, after all, the best he could do considering his time and energy had been focused towards other areas that were much more important for him than being fully dressed up. With a drink in hand he leaned against the counter and exhausted a brief and tired sigh. "Who would have thought a celebration like this would actually manage to take a bit out of me." It was lightly spoken, mostly intended for himself at the disbelief of it. Typically, he was a social butterfly, yet, today was different as it had been the last few days. While people were celebrating the continuation of life the knowledge of potential death stalked the back of his mind no matter the amount of effort that he had put into trying to redirect it. The people he still had to meet and talk with, the amount of preparation that still needed to be done for others to get ready to cope with the inevitable. "Maybe. . . I should get an -actual- cocktail. . .? Nah. Getting plastered probably isn't the best choice in any situation." A light chuckle pressed outwards as his eyes shifted to gaze at the cobalt blue acoustic guitar that leaned against the lower wall of the bar, then the gaze traced towards the stage then back towards the instrument. "To play for the crowds or not to play for the crowds - the ever lasting question of a musician on break." He hadn't been paying too much attention to the surroundings, the place was packed and there had been an equal chance that he would run into someone he knew or a new face to him entirely.
  5. Open Once Upon a Full Moon

    James Almoor
    James stood naked out in the grass lands, he was ready, did every precaution he could think of...He had been unable to get the potion brewed, a few of the ingredients were a bit hard to come by at the moment. So, here he stood, watching the sun set, ready for the inevitable. James was against this, but from what he read the bush was the safest place for him to transform, very little foot traffic, almost no one living out here, and a few wild animals. The moon rose now, his eyes locked wearily on it, "I always hate this sensation." He griped as the first spasm hit him, wracking his entire body in pain. The crunching of the bones elongating, his face distorted as he fell to all fours. It took only a matter of minutes for the transformation to full come upon him, a few minutes for hours of pain. When the was fully transformed he lost his senses of being human, the night was his now. Running wildly through the bush he ambushed a few wild animals, rending them, the small human part of him left knew they would be able to tell it was a werewolf. The animal in him didn't care, it just wanted destruction, to feed. He stopped, nose raised to the air, meat...fresh, human...he smelled it, he wanted it. A loud howl ripped from his mouth as he prepared for the hunt. Bent low, smelling the air as he moved, eyes adjusted to the night allowing him to see better in the dark than any human. Water, he smelled it, maybe it was near the water. He followed it, better than animal, human...bite, rip, tear...
  6. Open Blending In

    Being new to Australia held many benefits aside from not being 'truly known', the first being that whatever persona you crafted up, that would be how others viewed you. In this setting, he was no longer 'Dylan Connell' it was a name that held no meaning or impact for most that would know of him in Narrie. Especially those of the magical community in academics who needed their Wands handled or taken of at the beginning of the year or throughout it. Here, in this moment, He was simply Gilliam the Wand Craftsman - an Adept Apprentice to the ever so jittery and giggly Stardust. He found himself here as a way to drum up further press and awareness for the shop, more clientele, as his fae of a boss placed it. Really, he expected that she wanted more money to feed her addiction of bringing in random pets that were kept in the back. At any rate he found a rather gentle taste in the cocktail as he opted not to trick his taste buds with a faux drink. The glass left his lips and had been settled down onto the table top as he watched the various people interact and take the joyous bounty that had been the Roo's owner's recovery. "So, this is what it is like when people adore you and have been waiting for a proper revival." A stern chuckle vibrated from him as his hand slightly cocked to the side in amusement. It was the kind of welcome and merriment that he would never expect or even desire for himself, but some people, were just naturally charismatic and loved by their community. "Hopefully, the host will need a new wand after all that time laying asleep. Might be a new mentality due to that experience. . . Could be the kind of business Dusty would desire." Dylan spoke towards himself as he rose up a hand to rub at his beard in consideration. Maybe not the best time to go asking about it, but maybe in time. Many faces were familiar to him, either from visiting the shop or just on his various routes when delivering wands to those that couldn't pick them up personally.
  7. Open Cooling down

    James Almoor
    James sat there silently, his eyes on the empty glass before him, it had been a while since he had done a show and the time was starting to wear on him. He looked ragged, his hair stuck to the back of his sweaty neck, shirt soaked through and his jeans looking like they could fall apart at a wrong movement. With a sigh he motioned for another drink and looked about, he was bored now, now that the set was over and there was no more music to be played. But he enjoyed his time on stage, just glad for the little time he had gotten. Pulling his phone from his pocket he checked the time and sighed once more, still early, not time to go home yet. Beside him sat his bass, locked securely in its case, protected from pretty much anything, hells, he was the only one who could open the thing without being cursed. He was skilled at curses, jinxes, and hexes, and used them at their best to protect his stuff. He was a bit jaded with the world, not very trusting of the random people about him. He had lost two basses in the past, and was not going to lose the third. His eyes swept about once more, taking his drink and nursing it, "One of these days, I'm going to stop drinking." He laughed to himself, muttering softly under his breath about the state of himself.
  8. Open I Can't Get Started

    Teddy Davis
    Clothing designing was not a practical career option. As a foster child, Teddy had three and a half more years to get her life together, and then she’d be on her own. She didn’t have a net—no parents to catch her, or to lean on, if her first dream didn’t pan out or if it took a few years to make any money. She had to be able to hit the ground running. Which meant, of course, that she needed to decide on a practical career goal. But somehow, whenever she thought about what she wanted to do with her life, she reached for the stack of fashion magazines she kept hidden in the bottom of her trunk next to her pile of nicked food and photos of her siblings she’d printed from Facebook. Saturday morning she slid all the magazines into her government-issued cloth backpack, along with a sketch book and a mechanical pencil, and then she looked for somewhere to tuck away in private. She ended up in the memorial garden—not the most private place, perhaps, but fairly out of the way, especially in winter. Her time on the streets had ensured she was strong enough to withstand winter’s milder temperatures without freezing—though she’d mostly been outside in summer, she’d spent more than one night teeth-chattering through a thunderstorm. A little chill was nothing in comparison. Besides, most people around here knew better than to talk to her. She made sure of that. She pulled out a couple of magazines, flipping them open for inspiration, and then began to sketch the article of clothing she’d been mulling over for days: a sort of wizarding cloak that could be tucked in on itself to look like a drape-y cardigan in muggle towns. She was so focused on her work that she barely noticed what was going on around her.
  9. Open Even Teacher's Need to Hide

    It had been sometime since he had found himself in this little part of Tallygarunga as a smile is beamed onto his face while he sat back on a bench. He hadn't been within any formal teaching attire which left him to be just another fool trying to escape the wrath of someone, probably Audrey. His eyes shifted left to right conspiratorially as if he were up to no good which was a pretty good chance if anyone knew of the man dubbed as 'Sparky', unfortunately for him that wasn't something he could risk even hiding in secret like this. The situation with the Auror's still wasn't solved and a sudden spark of a fire just for the sake of S'mores wasn't worth alerting and then getting a long speech. Besides, legitimate safety reasons for the other students required that the Auror's not be sent on a 'Boy cries wolf!' scenario. Derrick hated having to act like an adult in a lot of cases but it was a necessary 'evil' as he would put it. This was a moment where he could be a bit more relaxed and less uptight about what he was doing or seen doing as a bag of marshmallow's settled on his lap cracked wide open. His hand dug into it shamelessly as he took one of the soft cylinder puff in between two of his fingers and tossed it up into the air. Head angled upwards with mouth agape trying to follow the trajectory as it tumbled through the air and struck him at the tip of his nose before rolling forward into his mouth where he closed his lips smoothly and started to chew on it. "Still counts, I don't care." A self remark as he chuckled and leaned back and processed a sigh of relaxation and ease letting his eyes trace around the area. There didn't seem to anyone for the most part though whether there was or wasn't held no consequence for him. His hand fished inside of the clear package once more as he leaned back and pressed another marshmallow into his mouth conservatively gnawing at it just enjoying the calmness that the area seemed to drum up.
  10. Open Skinny Dipping {Mature}

    Evony Wynter
    Saturday, May 26th 11:36 AM This was the place Evony had been told about. earlier in the week she had started asking about the local sites, more specifically where was a good spot for a swim. A few had mentioned that Korrowi creek had a few spots that were tucked out of the way. While most of the creek was shallow and not very wide, there were a few spots nearby that emptied out into deeper wider spots. One, in particular, was fairly close by and offered a scenic place to cool down when the sun got too high. It was described as having soft sandy banks with many grassy sections shaded by several nearby trees. The slow-moving current carried nothing but cool crystal clear water. In short, it was an oasis of sorts, a small slice of paradise for anyone who could find it. She had been eager to get here, even going so far as to prepare her things the night prior. Not much though, just a blanket, some snacks, one of her books, and some water. SHe had planned to spend the day in the shade reading and relaxing. Upon arriving Evony was shocked to discover that the descriptions of the other students fell short of the place she now stood. Yes, it had everything that she had been told about, but given the surrounding terrain, it made this small green gem stand out even more. SHe couldn't understand why other students weren't crowded around here on a nice day like this, but she didn't dwell on the thought, it was their loss and her gain. The first hour or so she spent laying on her blanket reading her book. It was one of those trashy romance novels that feature a chiseled hero on the front, with long blonde hair, and his shirt open. It certainly wasn't the kind of material that had any real value but for some reason, she was hooked on these kinds of books. The idea that there was always some overly dramatic love affair that always worked out, and was filled with unbridled passion just appealed to her. After a bit, she found that even in the shade she was becoming warm. Her focus shifted now from her book to the inviting cool water flowing just a few feet away. She had intended to go for a dip and now seemed like a good time to cool her skin in the water. Evony took a quick look around to determine that there was no one around. She wasn't worried about being spied on, but it was a habit now to look around before doing something like this. After a few moments, she stood up and shed her clothing, A white slip that covered her lower half and a t-shirt that bore the insignia of her old school, before making her way to the water. The water itself, while deeper than the rest of the creek, only came up to hips. For a normal person this would be deep enough to hide for sure, but for her, it meant she needed to kneel down in the water to soak up to her shoulders and hide from view. It was as cool and refreshing as she expected, and for a time she simply frolicked, splashing around and submerging herself entirely at points. It was absolutely lovely. On the shore, sitting on her blanket was her clothing, food, and her book, all completely forgotten for the moment.
  11. Open In the Clamor and the Clang

    Squiggy Lux
    Squiggy was hungry. Mumma had been supposed to send a care package this month -- they were always the best, filled with homemade foods and the occasional new dress if zir mumma had fabric to spare. Squiggy lived off of those bits from home. Food at Tally was fine, but ze was so small, and the other students so big and intimidating, that most days ze only managed to grab a bite or two before sliding beneath the table and leaving. No one seemed to notice if Squiggy was there or not anyway. So Squiggy saved the foods Mumma sent in care packages and supplemented zir meals that way. Except this month there hadn’t been a care package--only a letter from dadda, spelled to talk since he could read any better than Squiggy could, saying mumma was having a rest right now, and that he was busy with Innocence and Freedom, and that he was sure Squiggy understood. Squiggy didn’t understand. Resting was something that took a few minutes, so ze couldn’t understand why other minutes couldn’t be spared to make zir care package. Ze had been counting on the snacks to afford zir extra time in the library this evening while the other students were at dinner. Instead, ze went down to the food hall uncertainly, one hand hovering just outside zir mouth--not quite sucking zir thumb in fear, but not far off, either. Once glance into the great hall was almost enough to send Squiggy running in the other direction, but ze put zir Big Brave Elf pants on, like zir dad would have told zir to, and went in. The furthest end of the Flinders table was mostly safe, almost, and Squiggy got a plate and put on a bit of meat and veg and a roll. And then a rambunctious boy--twice Squiggy’s size--shouldered zir, and ze fell off the side of the bench ze was sitting on. Squiggy closed zir eyes, tight, and fought the urge to cry. Ze didn’t even want the other kids to think of zir as an equal--ze just wanted to be seen, at all, and acknowledged. Squiggy had to get on tip-toes to grab the plate from the table, and then ze wandered the perimeter of the Great Hall, finally tucking into a corner of the room with the plate. If ze was invisible anyway, ze might as well have some privacy.
  12. Open I've only just arrived

    Evony Wynter
    It was early in the evening as the older looking van pulled up to the front of the school. The temperature, while not sweltering, was still warm, warm enough to be uncomfortable. Surprisingly it was rather humid, which contributed to an almost oppressive heat. There was the promise of rain, though many of the locals had insisted it was not the case and that there would be several more days before any sort of relief would be felt from the heat. Evony peered out her window, looking at the Academy that would be her new home. She had been excited to see it, though now she had felt strangely disappointed. It was nothing like academy she had come from, Beauxbatons, which in its own rights was a palace surrounded by scenic mountains and forests. This was nothing like the home she had known for the last 5 years. Still, she had elected to this exchange voluntarily and was not entirely put out by the quaint look of Tallygarunga Academy. In truth, she now felt even more excited to see it inside, for it wasn't a secret that many of the quaint places in the magical world held many secrets and vast beauty just out of sight of prying eyes. Perhaps, like the cab she now sat in, which on the inside was more like a spacious train car, this place would hold similar secrets. The driver hurried around the outside of the cab, opening the back and removing her things, before making his way to her door and opening it. He gave her a nod and a toothless smile as he gestured hurriedly for her to exit the cab. As soon as the door opened she was greeted by the sudden and almost violent change in temperature. The compartment she had been relaxing it had been rather comfortable, and now she struggled to adjust to the sudden change. A small cough escaped past her lips as she stepped out of the cab. first her front legs, then her second. It had been a marvel, and perhaps a bit of magic, how she had managed to squeeze herself out the open door, which even now as she turned to look back at it, seemed far to small for her massive frame to fit through. Once she was free, and after making sure that her tail was not in the way, the driver closed the door again, locking the cool air inside the rustic looking vehicle. He nodded again to her, showing his still toothless grin, before scurrying off to the driver seat of the cab and driving off without a word, kicking up a trail of dust behind him. Evony watched as he left, before turning to face the school again. Her smile broadened now as she drew her wand and pointed it at her trunk. "Locomotor!" she declared, her accent causing the words to flow rather sweetly as her trunk lifted a few inches off the ground and began to follow her. With her large stride, it didn't take her long to actually reach the front doors, which seemed to open on their own as if to invite her in. She was shocked to see that there was, at that very moment, no one there at all. Had their been some kind of mistake? Was this even the right place?
  13. Open Step towards the Future [May 23rd, 2018]

    This was perhaps the rarest of sights for someone like Tyson. Typically one could find him training his butt off at the Quidditich Pitch or even near the West End of Tallygarunga going at a blow-up sparring doll for his more muggle martial arts. Something that still didn't sit too well with some people, well, except the one student whom he had met that found it fascinating. That caught him off guard but it was something refreshing and gave him a better understanding that there were people who followed or at least at interest enough to maybe study it in the future. At the very least, to understand the positive possibilities that such activity has for a persons health both mentally and physically. Today, it was a different form of preparation and it had been one that he was completely out of his depth with doing even with the additional help from Violet over the course of the vacation and even afterwards. Part of his personal assignment was to better understand the economics and design of living on his own without the covering and assistance of the school. It's how he found himself under a tree with a breakfast burrito in one hand that lingered just at his lips readied for any sudden chomp for its benefits while he glanced downwards at a news paper that held a red marker connected to it as well as various red circles around specific advertisements for 'Housing'. A frustrated groan is let loosened while his head leans back against the trunk of a tree and a slow sigh pushes outwards to keep himself from going too insane with everything. While he had a bit more time he didn't like the idea that he had not one viable thread to check out yet, not truly. He sets the marker down after clicking the top of it into place securing the writing nature of the tool and the pulls both of his knees upwards settling the soles of his shoes on the ground firmly. Arms draped over the point of his knee caps and he took a very healthy and unrestrained bite from his burrito letting the presence of the food be a relaxation for him. "Gonna' have to start savin' up, that's for sure." He mused to himself as he lets his head tilt slightly enough for his eyes to narrow back towards the newspaper and it's various markings. "Might need to ask that old dude to let me take the rank up test. . . That should get me a good payout as an Assistant instructor, that's for sure. At least for a decent apartment."
  14. Open and running, running

    Most of the time Anthony was all too happy to remain on campus and do what ever work out that needed to be done during the day. However, something about the time of year always made him a little squirrelly. He always claimed it was “something” about spring weather but he knew it had to do with his wife. He knew it was just as hard on his daughter, but she had at least managed to make some friends and he was actually quite delighted to see her get back to her usual cheerful self. It had been a bit of a gamble when he moved them from their home in the states to someplace on a whim. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. However, it had not backfired. That was at least a win in his book. He had helped the MLE here- which had been why he had gone into consulting in the first place. What he had not anticipated was making that shift into teaching. However, that had been the right thing for the family. His daughter was settled, more settled anyway. He had disrupted her life quite a bit already- he had not wanted to do so again. Though he was fairly sure that she was not too happy with the fact that her father was on campus and able to look over her shoulder when he wanted to. He did his best not to meddle, but it was damn near impossible. That and as she got older, she looked so much like her mother. It sometimes took the wind out of him when she turned the corner and he was not expecting it. However, it was a good thing, to see that their kid took more after her. It could have been terrible for her had she looked more like him. The thought made him chuckle. Tony had started running along the creek, it offered a few different challenges that he didn’t get on campus. The water, the pavement and the trails. Tony liked the way it felt to have the different challenges. He was a man too easily bored if he did not challenge himself. He had learned early on in his career he needed to keep his mind just as sharp as his body. Human behavior was complicated. You had to be able to predict some things… which was a whole hello of mess honestly. Tony slowed his pace to a walk his hands akimbo as he smiled. The feel of the burn, lactic acid build up… It was a good feeling. Walking towards the bench just ahead he took a swig of the water bottle he had in his hand. ”Mind if I use this piece of bench.” he questions propping his foot up for a moment to rest. ”Not a terrible day right?’ He said through pants.
  15. Open What Is It About Kittens?

    "Well it fucking stinks in here." was probably not the first thing Ash should have said when he wandered into Hoots & Whispers on his mission to buy his beloved Niece a pet or two. He hadn't even bothered to say it under his breath nor did he hide the movement of bringing his hand up to his nose to block the assault from the animals scents all mixed together. He should have been super posh and brought a handkerchief with a much more pleasing smell on it too hold over his mouth. The problem was he was neither posh enough to own such a handkerchief nor was he the sort of person who carried handkerchiefs. So instead he allowed himself to get used to the assorted smells, reminding himself he’d been in places that smelt much worse than this, so much worse. It also helped that he was here with a particular goal in mind. To get a pet for Nina, after all the girl had lost her Mother and now had to live with her Mothers doppelganger. She needed something of her own, something she could lavish feelings onto. Something that was simple minded enough that he wouldn’t really care who it went to live with or how many times it was shoved about from pillar to post. Taking a deep breath and pushing some of his curly hair back the man descended into the shop, passing the accessories and food for the various animals he could smell and heading to the part of the shop that housed such creatures. His dark eyes grazed over toads, rats and something small, spherical and fluffy. The round puffy thing interested in long enough that he stepped closer to investigate it, which was until a long and thin tongue whipped out from the middle of the beast and tried to insert itself up his nose. Stepping back swiftly enough that he knocked the display behind him, he pointed at the creature that admitted some kind of low humming noise “Here, we’ll be having none of that now fur ball.” He said, straighten up his shirt slightly and turning away from the creature and deciding something that was going to try and do things to his nostrils was not a creature he could bring into his home. Shooting the offending creature one last look that bordered more on amused than annoyed, he headed to what he knew would be a safe bet. The Cats.
  16. Open Even we need a break [May 9th, 2018]

    Since the start of the term there had been a sense of tension in the atmosphere, part of him expected it had more to do with the wedding fiasco than the actual school itself. But it did make sense that they'd place this many Auror's in light of what had occurred. A hand weaved through his hair as he sighed since either way he was getting a break from all of it even if it was for a few minutes to sit down and just relax. A chair was spotted in Derrick's view and he quickly took a seat on it with a heavy bounce that followed soon after and not long behind that a sigh of pure relief. "This feels so~ much better than a stern wooden chair that threatens to make every movement comfortable. I am about to use some of this stuff to make padding. . ." That was probably a thought he should consider keeping to himself. A hand rose to scratch at his beard while his eyes gazed around the empty room, it was way too quiet. All this time he had wanted a secession, briefly, from the students and chaos that came in the wake of having patrolling guards through the halls. . . It all was starting to hit how he enjoyed being in the thick of chaos. There was always something to do and it wasn't something boring but perhaps not the most ideal situation for his particular brand of fun. Reaching into the bag that he had brought in with him his hand would rummage through it, digging deeper until he had reached the bottom. Rustling sound of a plastic bag echoed within the leather case and once his hand had a bag of animal crackers nestled in the depth of his palm. No time was wasted with him peeling it open to access the baked goodies left on the inside of the bag. Picking a single cracker between his fingers and tossing it into his mouth giving a hefty chomp that echoed a crunch within his ears. The man gave a wide smile enjoying it a lot more than he probably should have been, like a child finally able to get that long desired snack after being trapped in the prison that is school. Then his hand slipped to the side of the bag to pull out what seemed to be a small bottle that had some water inside of it as he popped it opened and drank from it lightly. "Okay, this is the very idea of relaxing. A drink, crackers, now all I need is to watch a bonfire." His eyes squinted to see if he could remember a place that would actually fit that criteria in the moment. "Nope, I'm out of luck with such a short time on my plate. Merlin's balls."
  17. Open One Flight Down

    Holly Bennett
    Early evening was Holly’s favorite time to run. The pitch was empty for the most part; she looked up on one of her circuits and saw a few students practicing their flying. She had heard that Quidditch would be starting up again very soon. This meant that she would have to find somewhere else to run at times. This wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t be coming out and cheering on Sturt when they played, of course she would. They were here house, her extended family in some cases. This wasn’t something she would openly say to any of them though. As a rule Sturts weren’t known for being people who lived with their hearts of their sleeves or emotions open for everyone in the world too view. This was, she assumed, the main reason she had been sorted into that house instead of the others. She had never been one to show people what was going on underneath the surface. Well, with the exception of Clive. But he was a ferret, a more troublesome that usual ferret. The little stripped bandit had a habit of stealing things that belonged to other students and using them for both play things and bedding. More than once she had found someone homework in the small trunk he called a bed. Chewed, peed on and hand various other things done too it. There was something that time in her third year where he had taken a liking to chewing wands. Her wand had been no exception to this rule. The furry marauder was currently chasing her around the Qudditch pitch. As with all ferrets, Clive was not a fan of warm weather but liked to be near his human, doing whatever she did. So prior to her run she had placed a few bowels of cool water around and several of his cooled blankets so that he could rest for a while before taking up the chase again. It was on her forth lap around when she almost collided with the tail end of a broom. It was entirely her fault, not only had she put headphones in that was playing some lively music to jog to but she’s turned her head to check on Clive. As she turned to head back she saw the tail of the broom floating in her path, quickly she attempted to duck underneath the offending item only to miss one of her own steps and go skidding. Instinctively she grabbed the end of the broom to try and stop herself somersaulting into a pile.
  18. Open here and there

    Ikedi Azikiwe
    It was not often that Ikedi found himself with injury after a field visit, but one could never predict the way a magical creature would respond and that alone was sort beautiful. Honestly, the injured animal acted like most injured animals, it lashed out to keep itself safe. Something even people did. He had been helping his brother get back on his feet, only to discover his brother was hurting himself and using drugs yet again. It had been a hard thing to address with him. He was a grown man and Ikedi was no longer in charge- but he couldn’t help but want his brother to be okay. When he had addressed this with his his brother he only got the man to lash out at him, blame him for his problems and tell him about how badly life had been when Ikedi acting as a parent. It had been painful to hear, but he knew that deep down he was lashing out because he was hurt, and not because Ikedi had been a shit parent. However, that did not mean he was not a little on the hurt side. It was not his brother talking but… he felt the words deeper than he had expected to. The incident with the creature had only made the fact his brother was wounded more obvious. He would have to check in on him once he was finished here. It was not the worst injury he had but it was one that needed to be seen. His hand looked a little a mangled but it looked worse than it was. He had it pulled into his chest as he made his way through the lobby. He would need to see someone but it had been a while since he had been here. He was not a huge fan of hospitals. It was because of this he was looking up at the signs on the walls and ceilings and not paying attention to where he was going. The hospital always seemed like such a maze. It was while he was looking at the signs that he bumped into someone and he took a step back. ”I am a dreadful ox sometimes.” he said as he looked at the body he had run into. ”Sorry I was not paying attention… are you alright?” He asked cautiously… worried he had managed to hurt someone.
  19. Open i am jack's complete lack of surprise

    Lot Karras
    It was almost ironic, it seemed the sons of Atlas were doomed to repeat his mistakes at least once. Lot had a kid, and now the baby of the family was having a baby. Lot had been quick to help Orion and Frankie leave Australia. He had been a fugitive and he knew exactly how to stay hidden. So long as they did that until they had the baby and both could legally be on their own they would be fine. Lot would keep in touch and he was sure wherever they went they would have access to the care Frankie would need. That was his little niece or nephew they were now responsible. Doe had not been one to approve of the idea that they should run off. It was a mess honestly. Lot never saw children as a mistake, it was really more the parent who was the mistake. Someone who couldn’t keep their kids- he felt for them sure but sometimes you had to man up and get it together. Empathy was not his strongest trait he supposed. No, it was hard for Lot to feel anything other than anger most of the time. He let out a soft sigh. He had been working on figuring out how to get it out of his system, but he was not having much luck. At least not until he and a few fo the other bouncers and security talked about fighting for the sake of it. Sometimes nothing made you feel more alive than the skin on skin thwack of a fist hitting another human. It was dirty, Lot was sort after and though he had to explain where the bruises come from- well he was glad he was a bouncer and the crew that came to the club were rowdy. It was starting to pick up and expand. More people wanted to come and see, they wanted to fight… they wanted to make money. He rubbed his elbow as he looked at the fading bruise. He figured it would be gone soon. The nice thing about looking beat up no one messed with him at work. It was always a case of- you should see the other guy. Lot was already a big man, this just seemed to intensify it. He was in the area to scope it out. See if it would be a decent place, away from the Aurora. The fact of the matter was he couldn’t afford to take Jason’s career down with him. Though he had a feeling either way Jason would be fine. The man was a cat and landed on his feet every time. He laughed for a moment and then moved to look at the chains. They would be easy enough to get through… He didn’t see any obvious issues. Then again would the exit be as fast as the entrance. He walked around to look for additional doors. There were a few doors. It would be perfect. Lot however could feel someone watching him and so he used the camera he had around his neck. It provided two things, a cover and photos to help with creating a crude map. Lot always thought himself quite clever. He held the camera to his face and snapped a photo. He turned around and spied someone watching him. ”A cool old building yea”?” he said. ”Think it could be haunted?” He asked though he didn’t really care he would still go in it and the ghosts would just have to deal.
  20. Open A Little Help, Please?

    Amanda Lee
    Amy giggled. It wasn't often she was allowed into the older student side of Tally. She'd been a couple times, but never with the Bilby side's permission. Although she wished it was something... cooler. Like going to the Quidditch pitch, or getting to help with a class! But going to the library? It wasn't terribly interesting! Not that she didn't like to read, she did, but she didn't think any of the books in the library would be very interesting. Plus, she'd had to leave Blue behind. She hated putting the dog in the Kennel, and had made it a habit of only putting her in the Kennels at night. But it had been a stipulation that she'd have to put Blue in the Kennels if she were to go into the older kid's side of Tally. It took her a moment to push the large door open, finding it heavier than she expected. As she walked in, she looked at the paper in her hand. They'd been kind enough to write down where she could find the book, including the aisle, as well as what the book looked like. She counted off the aisles as she walked, before finding the one that matched her paper. The Bilby student walked through the aisle, before finding the particular shelf. She couldn't help but to frown, however, as she spotted the book. Well, spotted was a bit of an overstatement; really, she only saw the color of the spine. If she stood on the tips of her toes, she could only just see it. There was no way she'd be able to reach the book. But that didn't stop her from trying. She stretched up onto the tips of her toes, reaching as far as her arm would allow, failing miraculously.
  21. Open Skipping Dinner

    Her arms were sore. As she reached to turn the page of her book, Morgan bit her lip to stifle a grimace. She hadn't wheeled herself around this much since end of term Second Year, and it showed. Her arms had lost some of their definition, and she was struggling to move them. She had nearly cried with relief when classes ended for the day, skipping dinner to head to the Bourke Common Room. Thankfully, it had been wonderfully empty, allowing her to scoot her chair over to her favorite nook, a cool corner of the room. As soon as she'd taken off Roe's vest, she'd offered the dog his chew toy from her bag. The dog had pounced on it playfully, and was currently running clumsily around the common room, throwing his beloved Squishy the bunny around the room. In contrast, Morgan was very still. She had her Defense Against the Dark Arts book in her lap, on top of the blanket she always had on her lap, and was reading through it at a steady clip.
  22. Open Taking Flight

    He had waited a long time for this. With the Firebolt in his hands and fresh grass underfoot, Orion stalked into the Quidditch pitch. He inhaled deeply and glanced up at the stands. For whatever reason, he felt like he was home. He loved it here. He had never felt more at home at this school than when he stood here. Grasping his broom with both hands, he looped one leg over the slim frame and took off. The vertical climb was almost second nature to him now and he hovered for a few minutes about halfway up. Then he started doing laps. It was so easy to fly around the stands, darting in and out of the beams. Anything really to get him back up and flying. It wasn't something he was able to do much at home being that people on broomsticks would be rather visible over jungle trees or in the mountains. The area he'd lived in was quite populated. He finally stopped after a few minutes, realized he was breathing hard and let out a loud, whooping laugh that seemed to echo through the stands. Yep. A boy like him could really, really get used to this.
  23. in with the breeze

    The school year had gotten off to a good start and he was actually enjoying the class he had this year. There was some anxiety that came with a few of the students. Two relatively important people in education had their kiddos in his class. Boaz was not so much worried about his capabilities, he knew he was a good teacher, but he did worry a bit about what other parents were saying. Boaz was sure he never favored children, there were some who needed extra attention, but they usually needed help with something. They had been working on subtraction and it was a doozy for the kids but they were picking it up a little. Numbers and letters… he lived his life in numbers and letters. He usually dressed up like the count from Sesame Street every year for Halloween and talked in that accent and they did a lot of counting. He was still tickled by his behavior every year. There was a lot that he wondered about himself sometimes… he wouldn’t have done this when he was younger but he liked to do it now. He liked to make an absolute fool of himself most of the time. It was for the kids though, it was a good reason to be a fool. Today however he was headed into town. He wanted to enjoy a cuppa and he had promised to email his sister. She had been in Ghana for the past three months and he had missed their daily chats. It was a bit harder to catch her now. However she did have access to email intermittently. Boaz did not have a computer, he made that choice. Though he may end up getting one to keep in touch with her. When he went to Basil’s he had to wait. Luckily he had gotten up early enough to slide in before someone took all the open stations. He casually strolled into the café and smiled as he walked to the counter. ”Americano please.” he had always enjoyed the taste. Once he had his coffee he put in a splash of cream. The small indulgence he allowed himself in the coffee. It was a bit easier on the stomach when he added the cream. He moved to sit and then smiled once he did. Sitting next to someone who seemed rather wrapped up in what they were doing. ”Hey, mind passing me a few napkins.” He asked and then smiled at them. ’that looks good….what is that?” he asked looking at the pastry on the plate… it looked pretty damn amazing- and his stomach growled.
  24. Class Cheery Charms (March 5th '18)

    Mary Ohara
    Mary dropped Frank the Keychain on her desk to get everyone’s attention. Uncharacteristically, Frank didn’t make a peep. “Okay guys, is everyone here?” Mary pulled her hair away from her face as she checked for the usual faces, “Because you’ll be happy you are.“ A smug little smile pulled on her lips as she made the silly pun, and she had to bite down for a moment so she wouldn’t laugh. “We’re actually doing a great one today, especially if you any of you are stressed out with the end of the term workload. so today we’re gonna learn cheering charms. One cheering charm - a very simple one - but I brought a complete book on them -“ Mary tapped the book on her desk, “In case you guys become fans. You know how it works, just ask and come pick it up if you want to have a look.” Her hand searched for Frank on the desk as she sent an encouraging smile around, and once her forefinger was safely wrapped in the keychain ribbon she picked Frank up and showed it to the class. Frank was a very unhappy shrunken head that day, and the only reason it wasn’t more apparent was because Mary had carefully shut his mouth closed with spello-tape. “You can try the spell on the person next to you, but what I really want us to do today is to try it on Frank here. You know how properly moody he is, so it should be a nice challenge to try and make him cheerful, right?” “So,” Mary waved her wand towards the chalkboard with the other hand, and the word contentos was slowly written behind her. It was a nice trick she had learned before coming to teach at Tallygarunga, and pretty much the only bit of nonverbal magic she could do. “You have the spell there, and I’m sure you want to try it. But before you pair up and I start passing dear Frank here around, I want to know -” her eyes landed randomly on a student and she asked, “What do you think this spell does? How do you feel about it?”
  25. Open Boom, It's Game Time

    Mary Ohara
    Quidditch was not something Mary had ever particularly enjoyed. No, Mary could never relate to the thrill of speeding through the open skies on a broom so thin it felt like flying, while two evil black balls and seven probably lovely but momentarily misguided players seemed to desire nothing more than to see her fall. As a sport, Quidditch was dangerous and vile and thoroughly confusing, and something Mary had been suspicious of from day one. She still remembered it pretty well, finding out about Quidditch. The air of childish awe on fellow muggleborns, the careless excitement of the kids who were already familiar with it, and in Mary's mind only one very pressing question: How would anyone, ever, dare tell her mum she had tragically died after being forced on a flying broom. Mary didn't die, but her overall feeling towards the game remained the same. There was nothing that much fun about throwing balls around while trying not to die horribly, but there was something for sure exhilarating in watching someone else do it. One had just look at the dark room on the back of the Drunken Roo that evening. Mary wasn't the only one covered in Quidditch props, and while not everyone seemed to have gone as far as to turn their skins the color of their team, the whole place seemed pretty committed to what was about to happen. After all, even though the Thundelarra Thunders versus Woollongong Warriors was by this point pretty much an yearly classic, it was still as big an event as Australian-League Quidditch could get. And Mary, a sucker for the underdogs, (even incredibly powerful, multimillionaire teams underdogs), was a hardcore Thunder-fan. She made as much clear the moment she stepped into the room. Just in case her clothes, hat, and magically-decorated skin weren't enough to make it clear where she stood that evening, the first thing she did was to blow on her sports-whistle, which produced the thunderous boom of her team. Other booms followed from different corners of the bar, and Mary found herself beaming in the atmosphere. And so did everyone else, or so it seemed, as Mary made her way through the crowded room and towards the only empty stool in sight. She twirled around a couple of mates waving their beers around, ducked under a group hug and, just as she got to the chair, another bum sat on it. "No!" she exclaimed towards the stool thief with the overly dramatic tone of someone who had been mentally preparing to yell a lot, and then promptly blew on her whistle again. "One-zero and Mary's off to a bad start!" She smiled. "Can the Thunders recover from the morale-bust and make this their only lost tonight?"
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