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  1. Open The Anticipation Of A New Arrival

    ...can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past.... I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day.... - Perfect Strangers, Deep Purple So this is the ancient rune lecture hall, huh?, Professor Tamara Lyell mused as she opened one of the broad doors which marked the entrance to the enormously sized classroom, one of numerous classrooms inside Kookynie Hall. To the untrained eye, the hall looked like it came out of an American western, though to her it looked like a second or third home, the field and lecture hall being her other homes of outside of her new residence over in the Calder Avenue area of town. Setting her leather satchel down on one of the lecture tables at the back of the hall, she sat down and thought about the past week or two and everything that'd happened. It had still surprised her when the exchange approval from Tallygaruna had arrived. When the announcement that an exchange program between Hogwarts and Tallygarunga was in the offing, she had put her name in for consideration prior to the first weeks of the 2017-2018 class schedule and had, like a lot of things, put it in the back of her mind, never thinking it would actually be approved....so you can imagine her surprise towards the end of the school year when Headmistress McGonagall informed her that her exchange request had been granted. At first, shock registered on her, followed by the realization that, in a couple months time, she would be teaching rune studies to students on the other side of the world. A heady opportunity indeed, the Headmistress had said to her. "Oh, no doubt," Professor Lyell replied, the idea of teaching on the other side of the world still sinking in. It wasn't that she was afraid to go; after all, as her father had told her years ago before she'd left her Antrim home to attend Hogwarts as a student, Whatever chance and the vagaries of Fate offer you, Tamara, don't be afraid to seize the opportunities in front of you.... Wise words they were, she thought as she took off her fedora and set it down on the table, the bright and airy Springbok feather sticking proudly from the brim. The hat and feather were symbols of the independent spirit that flowed through her, a spirit that permeated her life, her being. Back at Hogwarts, the easiest way to tell whether Professor Lyell was present or not was to ask if her fedora was hanging from the door hook in her office; if it was, she was there. If not, she was likely in the field somewhere. The fedora, which looked a cross between an American Stetson and an Australian bush hat, had been given to her on one of her first field expeditions by an archaeologist as a sign of respect and whenever she wore it, it was with a little flourish, the hat perched a hair off center. The Springbok feather had been given to her by a South African from the SANDF's Cape Rifles following an expedition into the Kimberley Mountains; the feather symbolized a wandering spirit, not content with simply letting things be. Professor Lyell was someone who loved to rattle the cages of injustice whenever she could and it showed at times. Leaning back in her chair, she looked around, her hands resting at the back of her head as if she were catching a few moments' shuteye before a class...after a few seconds, she sat back up and got up from her chair, sliding it back underneath the table. Picking up her satchel, she slung with over her shoulder, the pack resting softly over her right shoulder. Placing the fedora on her head in the manner of a wizarding Indiana Jones (and given how a few of her field expeditions had gone, it was a pretty decent comparison), Professor Lyell began walking towards the front of the lecture hall, taking a moment or two to straighten up some of the chairs underneath the long lecture tables inside the hall (the tables were long and set in a semi-circle facing towards the broad lectern at the other end of the hall). Walking down to the front of the lecture hall, Professor Lyell took a few moments to drink in the view; in her mind, she could see the lecture hall full of students, eager to learn; Rune Studies was an Elective at Tallygarunga as it was back at Hogwarts, which meant that students didn't have to take the course in order to advance and graduate...but in the decade or so that she had taught the course bac k at Hogwarts, she failed to remember a single time where there wasn't at least twenty students, of multiple levels, who took the class each term. Standing at the lectern table for a long while, she nodded as she thought about the year to come and thought to herself, This is going to be a really good year, I just know it will..... ....Distant bells they started ringing Somewhere far off in the night And the place was full of loneliness That disappeared from sight.... - Stranger, Electric Light Orchestra
  2. Open Any Means Necessary

    Amber Cross
    Amber forgot her cousin was a New Year baby. Amber forgot about something so crucial to one of the most important people in her life. Ultimately, Amber forgot about how to be a productive member of society, and most importantly her family, by being an absolutely disgusting human being and forgetting the birthday of a cinnamon roll. And this machine was her penance. The Spencer had spent the better part of the last half hour obsessing over a crane game in a little arcade in town that took full advantage of Narragyambie being a campus town. She couldn't forgive herself over getting Samantha a Christmas gift, but nothing for her birthday. Given that they lived out in the sticks it was too late to actually go and order something due to how long it'd actually take anything to arrive; so, instead, she had to get something locally. Something she dreaded. After wracking her brain when trying to figure out what else to get to the girl that would like a T-shirt straight out of the trash if you gave it to her, Amber ultimately decided on a plush for the sheer irony of it - the whole festivity had been a giant joke over a girly plush given to Amber, and she felt like she had to repay the 'favor' (but make it a good one). She ultimately found a nice little Rowlet plush stuck inside a crane game machine, and given that the little Pokémon reminded her of the happy-go-lucky Bourke she decided to just go for it. What she didn't plan on, however, was to run out of quarters so quickly. Attempt after attempt after attempt, she failed every time. She could swear the thing was rigged, but it was no time to complain - she was down to her last quarter. The game was on. "...I'm not gonna have anything to give to her, am I...?" She muttered to herself, all too hesitant to put the coin in the machine to start it up again. She sucked at these things...
  3. Open Holding Court

    Lauren Burdett
    So this was Tallygarunga. Lauren was familiar with it, but not from the perspective of someone actually living within its walls. She had spent some time in her dorm, getting things to how she liked them. Having belongings was a new thing to her, and having them arranged in a very precise and particular way was suddenly important. After a lot of fiddling (lack of magic be damned, it would have been much easier!) she finally got things to look right, and headed out to explore the rest of the school. Naturally, she avoided the library. And the Gawler Building. Running into either of her parents would be a little awkward, she felt, especially if it was the woman supposed to be her mother. So she headed for a place where she felt she would best be able to meet and assess her fellow classmates, the all-houses games room. And... it was empty for now. Not bothered by this, Lauren busied herself about the room. There was a lot of clutter in here, and it just needed a little organising. Some of these pictures were quite terrible and needed to come down, and whatever that was in the corner needed to go straight to the trash. Reading through decor magazines had given Lauren terribly high standards, and she figured that this (like her room in her father's worn down house) could only benefit from a little facelift. She was doing a community service here, and over the course of an hour or so, she had completely rearranged the room to her liking. At least, as much as she could without changing anything too much, but it was a start. A giant pile of rubbish spilled over in the bin, some of it (projects in the works, books, journals, and other personal effects) may not have been rubbish, but in Lauren's eyes it was all unnecessary clutter. It had to go. Satisfied that she had done the best she could, Lauren perched herself in an armchair at the center of the room. One leg crossed over the other, she opened a book and began to peruse more inspiration for her bedroom. And perhaps ideas for improving this room too, she was sure that her father would allow her to. He did want her to be happy here. But for now, Lauren just waited for her classmates to come and admire her work, pay their respects and give her the accolades she was due.
  4. Open Duck, Duck, Goose

    Stardust
    The rainy weather recently had been rather wonderful recently, something that the rural areas often needed in a country like this, not that Stardust would ever complain about sunny days either. Whatever the weather, the petite woman always seemed content and happy to be outside, finding some way to enjoy herself. Right now, she was crouched at the edge of the main lake, a hand full of beetles and worms and seeds, along with a small container next to her with more still. She smiled brightly at the waterbirds that clustered near her while she offered the food to them - much better for them than the bread that people tended to toss out there, didn't they know it was bad for the animals' stomachs? The younger ducks were easy to pick out, with a few soft downy feathers still existing beneath the more mature ones near their bellies. It was a few of these that tended to hang around her the most, vying for goodies from the raven haired pale woman. She grinned at some of their antics as they pushed at one another and fought for her attention. The fact that it was also raining right now did not appear to bother her in the least, despite the thin fabric of her summer dress that basically clung to her and the hair that was plastered to her head and shoulders. A soft giggle erupted from her as a couple of ducks flapped their wings, splashing her lightly, however she hadn't paid much attention to the small gaggle of geese that had also noticed her from another spot and had waddled their way over. The container beside the woman was suddenly tipped up and it's contents raided, before she turned her head, only to end up being shoved by one of the largest geese she'd ever seen. Splash! The tiny woman ended up losing her balance and fell head first into the lake, the flock of ducks breaking up as they fleed the scene. Submerged for only a moment, before she popped her head back up, she coughed a little before wading back to the edge. "Oh, you're so greedy," Stardust sighed at the gaggle that ate up the insects and seeds that were spread on the ground now, "You know it's rude to push people around and steal all the food, don't you?" A couple of the water fowl turned their heads toward her as though they maybe understood what she said, but then turned away again to continue their eating, drawing another sigh from her lips. Geese never seemed to care about being rude, did they? So pushy.
  5. Open Toy Boy

    Amber Cross
    The summer was less than one week away but the heat had been making itself known for a while, in between bursts of rain and storms. That day was one of those blistering hot days when even dung beetles thought it was too much for them and sought shelter. Amber Cross, however, wasn't half as bright as those little critters. She headed out without even bothering to put sunscreen on. It was was her official rest day - as such, she had no sports activities scheduled, not even her regular upkeep. However, just because it was a rest day, it didn't mean that Amber knew how to stop. In her brilliance (or lack of self preservation) she decided that, despite her aching muscles, it was time for a good cardio workout - swimming. She decided to make her way to Korrowi Creek. She knew a place that was deep enough to dive into without much trouble, and since it had been raining lately it was probably at a high water level for a change. For once in her life, her complete disregard for common sense paid off. The water looked inviting and the area was deserted in general. Setting her bag down under a tree right by the shore of the creek, the girl proceeded to remove her bracelets and her cap, along with everything else until she was down to her swimwear. After a last glance at the water she smirked confidently to herself, having yet another reckless idea. She could be seen nimbly climbing up the same tree's trunk - it was a rather thick specimen, with strong branches stretching out just above the creek itself. With trained balance she perched herself over one such branch, and after a moment she carefully made her way to the end of it - at least, to the furthest part that could still hold her weight. At that point she stood up, looking at the water below. "Here goes nothing. Woohoo!" The daredevil jumped off of her high ground, tucked her legs and cannonballed herself into the water, causing a loud, wide splash on impact. 'Hell yeah, cool water!'
  6. Open Buy Somethin' Will Ya?

    Amber Cross
    New Year's Eve. January was coming, and with it, the isolation from most of her family. Amber wasn't at all looking forward for the Hammonds to go back to Melbourne - even if could visit whenever - because it was extremely inconvenient to her not to be able to drag people along whenever she saw fit to do so; she needed something to do for the coming month. One could argue she could just play guitar all day, but could her fingers really withstand such a workout? And it was not like she could do an actual workout, her back was still messed up from the bad bump she took earlier in the month and she didn't exactly want her guardian to scream bloody murder at her for making it worse. She'd give her fingers a different type of workout - video games. The heat seemed to be soaring again, albeit slowly, but she didn't particularly care - she went out smack dab in the middle of the afternoon, no sunscreen, cap turned towards the back of her head rather than shielding her face from the incoming UV rays. The reckless girl carelessly made her way through Tallygarunga Road until she came across her destination of choice, the only games shop she knew about in the area. As she entered she waved at the Muggle attendant whom she was a bit too familiar with (a painful reminder of just how often she visited that place), and soon the Spencer disappeared into one of the few aisles inside of the small shop, out of view from the Muggle - but not from security cameras, of course. She wound up in front of the Nintendo Switch stand. She had already bought the console, so what drew her attention was the game being advertised in the bottom row, directly below the consoles - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. She had never gotten around to purchasing it due to a mixture of exams, accidents and celebrations. It was time to correct that mistake! She knelt down and grabbed a copy, flipping the case to confirm it was a full price title. After a mental 'yikes' at the tag and deciding to take the new game home with her anyway, she froze. She couldn't get up. Try as she might, it was too painful to get up on her own. It was as if her muscles knew the exact moment to lock up in place to strike and humiliate her as much as possible. Of course, she refused to go down with just that - pride overflowing, the girl clumsily gripped one of the upper shelves (which were, fortunately, tightly bolted to the wall) and tried to pull herself up from her precarious position. "...C'mon... God damn it...!" She grit to her teeth as her arms shook under the force applied to the sturdy shelf, doing her best to no avail. Oh, how she wished Samantha was there...
  7. Open Load Up the Bases

    Rachel Ryan
    The weather was finally cooling off (even if temporarily) in Narragyambie, and a Sturt duo in particular took the opportunity to venture outside. Rachel Ryan, in particular, was quite happy about this turn of events - not even all the sunscreen in the world could protect her from the wrath of the sizzling sun, and that had been the second Summer she had to endure in one year. Why did Australia's weather have to be backwards? Blasted science. Wooden bat and baseball in hand, she had taken her new acquaintance to the lake area of town, wanting a reprieve from the school's atmosphere. They were on break, right? What sense did it make to stay on campus? The blonde that followed her agreed mostly out of boredom, and they wound up playing a few rounds of batting near a spot they'd most certainly have to make use of during the hotter days. "Baseball player, huh?" Lisa, Rachel's acquaintance, spoke as the ball she had thrown previously at the redhead was launched back at her. She caught it without much difficulty and tightened her grip around here as she prepared herself to throw again. "More like drunk pinata hitter if you're lucky. Is that all you got?" She didn't even mean the little jab - she was just tired of Rachel missing everything she'd thrown up until then. It couldn't possibly be Lisa's fault - she was the star Chaser of her Quidditch team, and that came with excellent aim. Maybe Rachel was just rusty? She only wanted to get the girl to do better. And boy, did it work. "Shut up!" Spouted the redhead in anger. The response she got was the baseball launched her way, and for the first time that afternoon she hit it. Hard. It had been much harder than they even agreed to, so they wouldn't lose the ball to the water; Lisa's head jerked in the direction of the ball as it flew through the air past her and into the distance. "Damn, I take it back." She found herself saying, legitimately impressed at how far the projectile made it with the swing. Rachel, however, panicked. "BALL!" She yelled out in that direction as she noticed the ball was hurtling towards someone...
  8. Open On the way Out

    Tyson didn't want to give the whole 'Ball' thing an actual chance, if he'd made the choice himself without any form of sway it'd probably be spent in his room or trying to find a way off of campus to spend it in another way. He coughed roughly while a finger slide along the collar of his button-up shirt while he loosened the grip it held at his throat. Wearing a jacket with his assembled had been out of the question, that just would have been too much for him to want to deal with. Instead he decided to skirt around the 'Formal' by wearing deep purple vest over a crisp and white button-up shirt. The black slacks had been the obvious choice given that it had been the only thing he could get on such short notice. This would be the last time he'd have any form of party in the halls of Tallygarunga, when the next year would come he'd already be moved on out, graduated and starting a much more adult life. At least a step towards that direction, he wasn't out of that bracket just yet but in due time he would be. As he walked further into the hall his eyes lifted up to first spot the twinkling of the spheres that sat as if to showcase their gleam in the center of the massive room. It had nearly reminded him of the party that happened earlier in the year, of course, he skipped out on that for many reasons. Maybe he did owe the school one final showing for that ditch effort? There were still people coming in, some with dates and others in the similar situation as him, going stag. "Can't believe I let her talk me into actually showin' up." He remarked towards himself and posted up at one of the table to grab himself a fizzy refreshment. Something that could ease the dryness within his throat and simultaneously ease the bubbling nervousness that took place in the pit of his stomach. He'd never been comfortable with handling that feeling, when it should have been an issue it never was, only when he didn't fully want to commit to an idea. An idea like showing up to a ball for a promised dance. He could stay long enough until that dance, right? Afterwards no one could blame him for leaving right after that if he needed to do that. In the mean time he just turned his sights on the various decorations, the attempt that had been made for the sake of the Students and Staff alike. He still stood by the premise the Elemental Magic Professor had been a certifiable loon, but at least the work put into the event looked as if it would seemingly payoff.
  9. Open Cramp, Push and Take It Easy!

    Amber Cross
    Feet dragged along the dirt road in Footy Park as Amber struggled to make her way through the location, gym bag in hand, aiming to return to the Townsend household after a full afternoon of pro wrestling practice. Her back couldn't stand upright and pain was very visible in her expression - in fact, she looked like she could fall flat on her face at any given moment. Four hours prior to that moment, she had been in Melbourne, carefully helping other members of the crew in the laborious task of setting up the ring for the following day's show. Once it was mostly secure a new trainee asked the head honcho regarding how to take a powerbomb properly. Amber was asked to demonstrate as the larger man performed the move on her. The moment her back collided with the mat, all air was sucked from her lungs and she was hardly able to breathe for thirty minutes straight, being completely gassed out and suffering from intense back pain. And this is why you should always warm up first, kids. On top of that, she had to suck it up and finish the ring assembly work, and endure three hours of training and bumping on top of it. She managed to put on a strong face, knowing she would be teased mercilessly (and perhaps even punished) if she let the absurd strain show, but the moment she was left by herself near the gym in Narrie that she usually works out in, she felt like her very soul had been sucked out by an invisible Dementor. 'Can't... go... more...' Her motivation was completely shot. She spotted a park bench and collapsed onto it once reaching it, lying down on her stomach. The bag fell clumsily down to the ground, barely hooked to her fingers by the holding strap. She closed her eyes to rest for just one moment. Out like a light. A little drool fell from the corner of her mouth and onto the wooden bench as the sound of light snores could be heard in her vicinity. Time passed, and she was in danger of missing curfew the longer the nap went...
  10. Open Aqua

    The quietness of Korrowi Creek that night was rudely interrupted as a loud crack echoed through the area. Evelyn didn't particularly like how loud Apparating could be at times, but fortunately it was night time - there would be nobody around to hear her at the time, in all likelihood; it was also good that the Bushland was dense enough to deafen sound past a certain distance. The Auror let the very welcome cold breeze of the late evening greet her face as she walked through the clearing in which she had Apparated in towards the trees along the shoreline. She took a seat under one such tree, facing the rapid water, letting her posture relax for once as she pressed her back to the trunk and stretched out her legs in the cool grass, gaze fixated on the liquid rushing down the creek. That particular area was one she held dear to her heart, one she visited when she needed to think, and the one area on Earth where she truly felt at peace with everything. It was there that she had spread her mother's ashes after her father passed away. She felt in her heart that it's what she would have wanted, and her remains were one with nature from that point on as they were sprinkled onto the water. "Ten years..." She muttered to herself, not talking to anyone in particular. A decade to the day she had done such a thing, and from then on she had visited the Creek semi-regularly; although, it had become a less frequent venture through the years as she felt more and more removed from her own nature, and more in sync with that which she detested. It took her a few minutes before she moved just enough to be able to lie down under the same tree. Her gaze fell momentarily on the cloud of leaves before her, the near-full moon peeking between between the little holes of sky that the foliage didn't manage to cover. After a few moments she glanced at her right hand instead, after lifting it off the ground. Could she reconnect with her nature? Could she make her mother proud? Air combusted around her hand as Evelyn's pyrokinesis manifested, fingers set ablaze. It didn't seem to burn her. The flames danced along the hand as she observed them and pondered on her life situation. It was the one thing she had from her mother (past the natural charm, of course), yet, for once, she felt like she didn't deserve it. She was going down the same path Seth did, and wasn't entirely sure if she even wanted to go back to begin with.
  11. Open Halls of the Damned

    The end of the world was approaching and all Keira Hammond could do was sit by herself at a bar, drink some fine whisky, and hope she'd get drunk enough to forget about it until the time came. It was Christmas season at last. The political pundit had mostly forgotten about it until she got a reminder for herself, along with her sister, to remember to go to the McCarthy manor in Narragyambie to spend the holiday vacations there until January rolled around. It was the second Christmas she'd spend with her family in a row, given all the ones before were with the Sherman family; but it was the first she'd face with their ongoing little predicament. Samantha was going to be there. She would be in close proximity with the girl for an extended period of time, all the while trying to control minute details of her body language so not to let anything bad on for her to latch on to. And if she miraculously succeeds in this endeavor, then the sibling she lives with would have to accomplish the exact same. The odds were most definitely stacked against them, and the fact it was a huge house didn't make her feel any less uneasy. But that was tomorrow Keira's problem. That day, she feasted on alcohol. She sipped the beverage while hanging out by the counter of The Tipsy Mozzie, keeping mostly to herself. Setting the glass back down on the wood, she idly spun it around with her fingers while her gaze was distracted by the melting ice within the cup. She would be as good as dead the following day. She desperately needed the liquid encouragement.
  12. Open Kingdom of Tea

    Evelyn had never been much of an uniform fan, so it was quite refreshing to spend a whole day out of the Auror mandated set of clothing. She could finally opt for a simple yet modest floral sundress which was more her style by far. Not only that, she could actually have a few moments for herself. That's what she was enjoying that morning. A few moments of solitude in Mrs. Kempsey's Corner Store, reading the newspaper and enjoying the air conditioner's breeze as people roasted outside. Heat itself had never been that big of a deal to her at all - being of Veela descent she actually had a far greater tolerance to temperature than fellow humans, but she couldn't deny the air circulation felt rather pleasant as well. Evelyn was there at the repeated behest of her cousins, whom found it appalling that someone as well versed in tea as herself had never tried something called 'Mrs. Kempsey's milktea' before. Specifically, bubble tea. Perhaps her own elitism kept her from doing so thus far, she couldn't tell exactly why, but that day would be the day for her to fulfill the promise she made to the girls and try out the beverage that seemed to be 'in' with the younger crowd those days. As the drink was served, she crossed her legs under the table a little ways away from the entrance of the milkbar and her gaze flitted over the most recent issue of The Mage's newspaper's pictures and text and she ingested the news of the day. Without giving it much thought at first, her hand grasped the tea container and brought the straw to her lips, and she lightly sipped the drink. The lightest of flinches came through her facade. Too sweet. She wasn't one to enjoy strong flavoring, but the taste certainly explained most people's obsession with it. Then again, now that she had paid, might as well consume the whole thing...
  13. Open The Girl With No Name

    Holly wasn’t actually sure why she’d decided to do this. It was, after all, a stupid idea. A really stupid one. However, repeating the fact that she was stupid for even thinking about this; let alone actually doing it really didn’t have any effect on the outcome. She’d still found one of her nicer silver dresses, shoes with small tidy heels and had a long arduous conversation with her Daughters babysitter about where everything was, when bed time was and what to not allow a precocious five year old do. Instinct told the young woman that she would still come back to her small two bed apartment to some kind of disaster. Something that she really couldn’t be too annoyed about if it happens, since, she was essentially going to this event for the purpose of seeing the man who happened to come out of (insert years here) coma. This man also happened to be her biological father. The sad thing was he didn’t even know she existed, well, that was the impression she had always been under. Arriving at the Drunken Roo didn’t take as long as she hoped it would, especially since she’d walked slowly there, stopped a few times and at one point even turned around to head home. Curiosity won out in the end though, coupled with the desire to see not only this modern medical miracle but to observe him surrounded by his friends and family whilst she could blend seamlessly into the background. This thought had bolstered her confidence enough that she had pushed the door open and entered the pub. It was called a Mocktail Party, something that she appreciated, after all, when one was acting as an observer keeping your wits about you was a good idea. Dodging through the crowd lightly, apologizing every time she knocked against someone or trod of their toes. Finally she reached the safety of the bar. “Sunshine Swizzle, please.” Holly said whilst ferreting around in her bag looking for the exact money she would need, then quickly adding “Virgin.” Just in case the bartender actually decided to make her the alcoholic version.
  14. Open Kitty

    Danielle Haynes
    Finally, the searing heat had subsided. Danielle found an opportunity to head out to campus without having her flesh boil, quite literally, under the imposing gaze of the Sun. Nevertheless she took precautions so not to let her affliction be too detrimental to her in the little trip she had to do - she had the school standard cap on her head, copious amounts of sunscreen on her face (thank goodness she was somewhat pale to begin with), and her dress shirt's sleeves weren't rolled up as they should be with the hot weather. The heat itself made her uncomfortable and permeated the skin of her arms with a light sheen of sweat, but it was worth it so not to become a living barbecue. She had gone to retrieve a much needed supply of animal blood, which she packed in her new backpack for safekeeping. She also acquired two stacks of blood-flavored lollipops: one for herself, one for her younger sister. One of them was, in fact, sticking out of her closed mouth as she walked back to Tallygarunga. Paranoia struck halfway down Tallygarunga Road and she stopped, looking over her shoulder. There was no stranger following her (that she could detect - at least, there were plenty of pedestrians going about). There was just what she could identify as a small, patchy, young white half-Kneazle sitting there, looking at her. The first thought that came to her was that it was an Animagus. There was no collar, and it was fixated on her. She consciously rationalized it as a coincidence despite the fear creeping up in her being and kept walking. Further along, as she crossed the Murrigal Bushland, she stopped again. The half-Kneazle was still walking along as she glanced over her shoulder. After a few steps, it sat and mewled at her. She released a shaky breath - soon, she'd be in school grounds. There was nothing to worry about since nobody could hurt her there without consequence. Soon, this Animagus would be caught. With that thought in mind, she steeled and nerves and kept walking. Thinking she was out of the woods (which she was, in the literal sense) upon arriving to the school premises, she decided to take a detour to the Whitlam Bilby wing. However, she decided to take the long way around through the gardens, just in case - she didn't exactly want to give away her sister's location either. Just when she least expected, the half-Kneazle that hadn't been following her anymore strolled in front of her and stopped. "...Oh, come on..." She muttered under her breath. The feline approached and she unconsciously reached for her wand holster, ready to retrieve it at the slightest provocation-- To her surprise, the animal simply rubbed its small frame against her ankles rather than transform, jump and attack. Did it just want her to pet it? Dumbstruck, she stood there like an idiot, looking at the pleading animal in disbelief.
  15. Open The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

    It was a well known fact that Shane Robbins had one of the worst luck streaks in the country (if not the world), but that morning was definitely taking the cake. An issue at the bar made him miss half a final exam, he was mistaken for a sexual harasser after bumping into a woman on accident and was nearly tackled by another random pedestrian because of it, he was branded as creepy for helping a child get a balloon they lost, he got his face scratched up after retrieving a cat from a tree at the request of a neighbor (thank heavens Jamie was actually nearby to heal him), and he witnessed Alex and Cole being a little to chummy for his liking. All in all, too many bad things in the space of just three hours. His school work was already complete for the day at least, but he had a bad feeling about going home. He didn't want to be held accountable for accidentally breaking half of the bar's supply and the last thing he needed that day was to have his mother scream his ear off. Figuring a somewhat deserted location would make him mostly impervious to whatever was out to get him, Shane decided to head down to the beach. Not a whole lot of people would be there on a cloudy Monday anyway. He ended up sitting by the water, settling down at the stairs near a large pier. He stared out into the distance, but soon he found himself quite bored - he wasn't accounting for that, but it wasn't like he brought swimming trunks along anyway. Plus, the water would probably be freezing cold. He was better off just staying put and let whatever dark cloud that had decided to stay over his head to go away on its own. For all he knew, he was summoning a tsunami just from being in close proximity to water. He did 'summon' something, alright - he felt a drop of water land on the tip of his nose, a few more on his face, and just like that it was raining down in the area. "Of course..." Murphy's Law - if something could go wrong, it would. He sighed to himself and got up, seeking shelter under the entryway of a nearby building. He was dripping from head to toe and couldn't exactly use magic to dry himself off. Not only was he in public, but he'd probably set himself on fire instead anyway. All he could do was sit down on the floor and ride it out.
  16. Open Injustice

    Of course his rest day also had to be the roughest of the week. After collapsing at home at around 3 AM from the extreme training session he had endured, Jamie was woken up just a few hours later by a close friend and she nearly yelled his ear off during an extended discussion. After that, he had to clean the whole house since his sister had neglected to. When he was about to sleep, a frantic manager blew up his phone to demand why he had been spotted with a girl down at the park. It took him at least ten tries to get across the point of that girl being his sister, and so he wasn't in a breach of contract. That call had taken a solid 30 minutes. At some point he just figured he wasn't getting any sleep anyway, so he decided to watch a movie and make some lunch. Noticing Alex wasn't coming home and wasn't responding to texts, he got mildly concerned and decided to visit their usual bar to see if she was hiding out there. Bingo. As he walked into his best friend's bar, he spotted his target seemingly out of it at their usual booth. She was hunched over the wooden table, face hidden in her arms as she apparently dozed off. There was an orange juice filled glass near her - and what an odd choice it was - that she hadn't touched. He slid into the booth and sat down in front of her, which elicited an unintelligible groan for a greeting. "You didn't even bother coming home yesterday, did you?" He got a mild shake of the head as a response. After watching her for several seconds, he decided to take her beverage and sip it himself. Her head shot up in protest, revealing a copy of 'Designing Brand Identity: An Essential Guide for the Whole Branding Team' opened where her head once was. "Hey! I was gonna drink that..." Even so, the usual spunk that accompanied Alex's attitude was mostly absent, and she didn't complain much further. Jamie, on the other hand, visibly winced upon seeing her face. "What happened to you?" He spoke as he saw the bags under her eyes and the utter and complete exhaustion full on display in his twin sister's face. "You bombed your exam, didn't you?" He asked as her face landed once again on the book she was supposed to be studying. As it did so with a light thud, she raised one of her hands just enough to show him her middle finger. That got a good chuckle out of him, and he used his free hand to grasp hers and bring it back down to the table, mildly surprised at how quickly she gave that one up as well. "Oh, man. I needed that." It was astonishing how Alex always managed to bring his spirits up, whether from hanging out together or at her own expense. "...Not fair..." He heard a muffled mumble and shook his head, trying to contain his laughter to sip some more of the precious orange juice.
  17. 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.
  18. 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.
  19. 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.
  20. 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?
  21. 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."
  22. 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.
  23. 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.
  24. 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."
  25. 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.
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