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a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
December, 2019 :: Summer

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  1. Into the Further

    There had been something wrong, Lorelei had felt it but been unable to place a finger quite on it once she'd awoken during the night. She'd spent much of her morning then sorting images and videos distractedly on her laptop while she quietly sang to herself, having found singing to be another enjoyable pastime. She seemed to have inherited her mother's voice, thankfully, which also meant she wasn't really making anyone uncomfortable if they could hear her. It was past midday when she looked up, gaze narrowing as she sensed her mother approaching. From there, many things seemed to jumble together. Jezebel had asked Lorelei to go with her to see Stuart, and somehow Lorelei knew what it was about before she'd even been sat down. At least, a part of her knew. Neither knew quite how intimate she was with Travis, but Stuart was at least aware of her care and friendship toward the boy whose mother was discovered murdered. There was no question in her mind that Travis was not behind it, but that there was another. She recalled his mention of his father from when they were still getting to know one another, and couldn't help but wonder. In any case, the teen was wasting no time to sit and discuss about those things that parents always felt they needed to say when someone's dear ones had been through grief. She knew she needed to be there for him. Of course, she also expected they would say something about being careful too, but she had already left in order to search. It didn't take long, and somehow Lorelei didn't feel surprised to find Travis where she did. She appeared on the front porch, easily dodging any boards that were dangerously worn while she considered the place. Despite it being 'abandoned', she still knocked before carefully pushing open the door and glancing around. "Hello... It's just me," Of course, Travis would know that, would have known the moment she was outside the door, but she still felt it polite to announce herself before quickly making her way to where she could sense him. She didn't feel she needed to say anything else as she set her satchel down and pulled the other teen into a strong hug. What was there to say? She knew that there were no words that could ever truly comfort the kind of loss he had gone through, nor the situation it created for him. Though, she did feel a need to query on at least something. "What do you need? I wish to help however I can."
  2. Hunter's Respite

    Travis Franklin
    Distance, distance seemed like a good thing in his mind. The numbness that had originally been present with him at first when he met with Liv had long subsided into the ever present aching pain. That point where emotion itself had been so intense that physical signs wrecked across the body like burning fissures about to crack through the surface of the ground. A geyser of anger, hatred, and regret that didn't show any signs of actively being quelled, of ever dying down into viable levels for him to not dwell on. It wasn't the only reason he sough distance, it hadn't been for his own safety. That had long been tossed out the window in his mind, finding that backing off for the sake of the safety of his life caused the backlash that it had. Part of him had reverted back to what he had been, at least taking the route of trying to protect people from the shadow of bloodlust that seemed to follow him. Except with the obviousness nature of it being with actual reason: How much did the Hunter that stalked him like prey know? Those that had been close to him, that he interacted with? There'd been no doubt in his mind that even taking temporary refuge in what had used to be Old Man Mackey's shack would hide him out of reach, that he'd been under some form of animalistic 'surveillance'. Travis hadn't been hiding away from the authorities that would've been foolish, even he knew that. Though he also took the foolish step of refusing any form of 'protection' they were going to offer. Trust them? As if they had done him or his kind any favors and given the manner of the attack on his Mother it would've been as much of a watchful protection as it would be to monitor him for others that still held the visage that he'd been the culprit that screamed, 'The one arm man did it.' The shack wasn't homey, it was utterly crap. The obvious signs of being damaged, in disrepair in several places where the more severe elements seemed to have caused parts of the wall and roof to need to be replaced or amended. A simple task for someone with a bit of magic at their hand but he wanted it to look as unlived in as possible, the hope that it wouldn't be someone's first idea to try and check for him. Inside, lined on the counter had been a series of books that seemed to some form of advanced subject of magic involving curses and various other esoteric forms along that line. Different forms of objects and empty vials rested just above it as if he'd been planning or something. Whether he chosen to give chase once more. . . That remained to be seen in his mind but no longer could he just sit by and expect nothing to happen, he needed to be prepared.
  3. If only the clockworks could speak

    Olivia Teagarden
    It hadn’t been too early in the morning when Liv had heard the news, she was sure her heart stopped beating for a brief moment. She probably shouldn’t even feel like that, she probably shouldn’t be allowed to feel the way she was feeling, but she could have sworn that something had a tight grip on her chest, not letting her breathe and not letting her heart beat properly. The first thought that ran through her mind was Travis, where was he? How was he? Was he injured or dead? She didn’t know what happened, she simply heard the name of the street and house number, the same house she had been in previously. She didn’t know the woman, but she knew her son. The day had started with a shock, Liv knew Travis had nothing to do with it, but rumours spread quickly, and she even had gotten upset with a few students that were making comments. She probably shouldn’t have grown so attached to him, she was unable to do her job properly, even getting upset with no reason. It was clear that she was on edge, anyone who knew her well enough could see how her eyes lacked that spark, and how temperatures began to rise near her. She was heartbroken for the young man, and she was enraged. Was she even allowed to? Travis was precious to her, and what had happened most likely broke him even more. She didn’t have that many details, but she knew that Travis was alive, she just wasn’t sure how he was, emotionally probably angry, mentally probably broken. Liv couldn’t help to feel a bit guilty over it. She couldn’t know that was going to happen, but she still felt the guilt sneaking up behind, poking at her, making fun of her. She tried to remain calm, start with work to keep her mind off of things, but it didn’t work how she had planned. She wanted to talk to Travis, she wanted to see how he was doing, she wanted to be there for him, but at the same time she couldn’t leave her post, it was like luck wasn’t on her side. She also couldn’t keep doing the job, after firing a condescending remark to a student, boiling potions just my touching them, breaking a few glasses, and almost melting the handle of the door, she had to check on Travis, or the Hospital Wing was going to burn, no matter who or what was in it. Liv’s last remaining option was to get Travis to come to her, and he did. He was physically unharmed, and when she laid her eyes on him, she was able to breathe again. She felt relieved that he was alright, above everything else, seeing him brought a little comfort to her, a fake comfort, she knew his state of mind wasn’t the best. Some people didn’t even notice, and those that did sneak out of the clinic, Liv watched them leave, but ultimately Travis had her attention as she led him towards a quieter location, she didn’t speak a word until they were out of sight and prying eyes. “Travis…” she couldn’t form the correct words. What was she going to tell him? Sorry? Sorry wasn’t enough. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to give him as much comfort at she could possibly give him, given the situation. She held him tight, she knew her body temperature was too high, but one’s anger just doesn’t disappear, it takes time and patience. She didn’t open her mouth to speak, she just held him close, waiting for the right moment to say something. “Travis…I’m so sorry.” She finally spoke, she couldn’t even bring herself to give him a smile.
  4. Kai's Little Lies

    Marcus Carsen Species: Dhampir Blood: Half-Breed(Wizarding Pureblood parent) Age: 26 Gender: Male Marcus Carsen A bit about Marcus. . . He is a Journalist that is more focused on breaking through to the truth by investigating the facts and displaying them to the public that is able to read from his personal journal. He is from an Egyptian family that is primarily Pureblood and believes in keeping ones heritage as such when it comes to magic. They're purists not extremists so they are apart of no massive cult, just really big jerks. This makes Marcus a bit of a black sheep that has been excommunicated which explains his current situation and need to hide himself from most that he encounters. Part of his history is also within the undergrounds of Australia (Both Muggle and Magical), thus he's met various types of criminals and people that have helped with his transition into the new country. Marcus also runs pro-Non-Human/Half-Breed efforts to make sure that they hold a chance of having a good life and not to be ridiculed for who they are. In terms of what he is looking to get into. . . Really anything that could develop the character. Plans and idea are always accepted to hear and build on to see where it goes. Dylan Connell Species: Human Blood: Pureblood Age:39 Gender: Male Dylan Connell A bit about Dylan. . . This Irishman holds a dark history both in heritage and in personal activity. Coming from a family of extremist about their Blood he had been taught and even in times acted out the same ferocious prejudice that landed his family to be apart of a Death Eater cult. This particular group hunted down the Sullivan family, which he personally had been part of both hunt and passively the murders. Reluctant to raise his wand against innocents he turned on his brotherhood and protected a Young girl and her niece. This painted a red target on to himself and he fled. Due to this he's traveled to various places but held an interest in France from his past for a bit before moving on towards other interests. He currently works in a small shop that affixes wands and deals with their maintenance along with supplies. He hides under the name Gilliam currently and does indeed 'Sell Wand and Wand Accessories.' Not propane. Often can be seen around Tallygarunga delivering wands of special order or to classes that require more on hand just because of how volatile it may end up being. As for what I'm willing to toss him into, same line as with Marcus as it would be with most if not all of my characters. I tend to not give myself a massive end goal as I'd want environment and interactions to shape the path of their stories and decisions as well as the growth. Alexander Winfield Species: Half-Sorceress Blood: Half-Breed Age: 19 Gender: Male Alexander Winfield A bit about Alexander. . . Every bit of mystery about Alexander is not from him trying to hide anything (exception being his chaotic implosions!) but rather ignorance of his own heritage in its full scope. In his mind he comes from a Wizarding family with a not so loving mother. The truth of the matter is that it goes much further and deeper and the maelstrom of drama and chaos that is about to entrap the young man hasn't even truly started yet. Due to the mixture in his blood there is a constant combat raging inside of himself that has him ill often to the point of coughing up blood most days. Though he does try to cover it up the best that he can given that he carries a white (Stained with crimson) handkerchief around for those pesky fits. Music is his passion so one could easily found him playing up a tune or even trying to gather a performance together, He is somewhat 'Famous' in a sense if one watched videos or covers where he'd play music on. Antics will most likely ensue. . . What he's looking for? Well, I suppose stability is one way of explaining it. Friends, Fans, people who've heard a bit of his music and oust him. Tyson McKennis Species: Human Blood: Muggleborn Age: 18 Gender: Male Tyson McKennis A bit about Tyson. . . Tyson is a young man who had been situated in House Bourke at Tallygarunga and like many of his housemates there is a determination and drive to stay active, to even be sporty. This alone isn't simply for the love of it but rather for a purpose within himself, as if to seek a sense of proof or worth within the activities that he tosses himself into. Aside from typical practicing the muggle art of Muay Thai, he also finds time with his light class schedule to engage in Quidditich as a Chaser which holds its own thrills for him aside from the usual impression. A fierce force in reaction though he is not easily angered the very ideal and meaning of loyalty is all the more important to him due to incidents involving his Parents. He currently attends VMU under scholarship towards playing on its Quidditich Team, an offer that the young man couldn't refuse given his situation of having no place to really go after Tallygarunga. Now, he's working on building up not only his future career but a future roof over his head by pushing himself to the very limits that he could go. A mixture of his discipline from his martial arts training and the love for the Wizarding sport that he holds. It remains to be seen if he will choose to see where he could go in the Sports world or if he will follow that dream of being an Auror, however, anything is possible to tip the various scales. What's in the cards for him? I'm looking to take the steps to see! Friends, Sportslike rivals to compete against as a way to better himself, he's a man who rises up to a challenge when presented it. Derrick 'Sparky' Ackers Species: Human Blood: Muggleborn Age: 27 Gender: Male Derrick Ackers A bit about Derrick . . Recently hired as the Professor of Elemental Magic, Derrick is what one could consider quirky and fun with many aspects of his life. While often considered a sense of flighty that is more of a nature to want to travel and experience all that he could encounter. There is a clear talent and even borderline love for Fire and all of its application from a magical standpoint, there is a reason his nick name is 'Sparky' after all. There are a lot more to the hidden curves under the nearly whimsical manners, there is a lot of hurt and pain from his past from being a natural punching bag for his oldest sibling and being the constant protector for his youngest sister, Janet. There is a history of lost within the last few years from a woman he had fallen or as well which has ended much of his travelling and fueled him to take up a more stable position as a Teacher with his degree. What's he looking to do? Aaah, Let's just say a persons day will never be brighter with him around, literally sometimes. Extending out a network of friends to give himself a bit more reason to stay in Australia versus moving around like his nature screams out for him to do. Inspire some students that, Fire, is indeed, GOOD! Jonathan Azai Species: Half-Fae (Shadow) Blood: Half-Breed(Wizarding parent) Age: 26 Gender: Male Jonathan Azai A bit about Jonathan . . While Jon is of Japanese descent his roots are very much Australian being first generation from his Father's side. The family business isn't all gumdrops and rainbows as he is forced to work under the watchful presence of a Yakuza family that migrated to the land down under in order to expand their enterprises and connect with different antiquities that could be shipped towards Japan. What sets him apart from most others that work under his Father, Homura Azai, is the fact of his mother's heritage as a Shadow Fairy which had been properly 'bred' into him like a prized hound or careful planning. Some methods and beliefs never escape from ones heritage it seemed as his father saw only a benefit to the mixed blood. A weapon. He grew up faster than any child should and experienced horrors and crimes that are so etched in his mind that he often is lessened in impact when situations escalate to blood and gore. It's a lifestyle for him and expected that many things could go belly up within an instant. It doesn't mean he has no desire to escape rather that he feels there's no escape and so he must conform for the time being. Under legitimate terms he works as a man of 'Insurance', loans to be more specific and offers up a side subsidiary of Bodyguards if one needs them, another form of loan entirely. This is ran by the semi-well known 'Azai Corporation' which is regarded as small but successful in both financial practice and ethics, yet, a front is still a front for the darker side that is underlying its purpose. Money laundering, Illegal transports, most things that can be explained on paper fall under his legal purview. His job as far as the personal Family is concerned is that he is a hitman and make use of his natural affinity for the shadows to carry out his assignments. Very few ever see him before the strike and when they do it's much too late. He's often accompanied by what one could call his 'Loyal Dog', Mishima. To Jon, it'd be one of his closest friends who offered loyalty in the form of a life debt. It is through this kind of faith in him from a few that he feels bound to either escape for a better life or change everything that is an issue for a better benefit, profitable, but not as blood stained if necessary. I'm opened to talk about various things that can happen and past/future connections. Jon is designed to be a darker side of the track character in the sense that he's on the wrong side of the track. A character intended to be involved in various kinds of situations that may not always be what some would want. Anything extremely severe will require proper communication and drawing out an understanding. Just to be on the same page with things. There maybe a future adoptable of Mishima once I get an idea of how I want to write them and the deeper story is flushed out. Travis Franklin Species: Human (Werewolf) Blood: Halfblood Age: 17 Gender: Male Travis Franklin A bit about Travis . . Travis has been at Tallygarunga since his First Year, a calm time for the most part considering that he is a Bourke. While he holds intense loyalty he isn't as sporty as others in his house. Mostly because he's unsure if his strength gives him an 'unfair advantage' in certain situations. It's also the best way for him to keep under the radar and not be targeted. While he is always opened to meeting people and speaking with them at length, never judging them for their actions it doesn't mean he trusts them. If someone manages to earn his trust they have a fierce guard and guide in more ways than they might expect. He's always willing to explore the dangers of things purely out of the nature within himself. What's he looking to do? It's more or less opened! More friends, scandalous entanglements, other less scandalous entanglements. People that he can learn to trust, maybe a couple of folks that don't take kindly to a trusting mutt. Vale Windum Species: Fae Blood: Pureblood Age: 243 Gender: Male Vale Windum A bit about Vale . . Valennor 'Aerolith' Windum is a man who is truly ageless, mostly because of his Fae capacity. He's met many people in his lifetime and none that he could truly consider a 'friend' or someone he'd depend on. Especially in the fleeting lifeline that comes from Humans, the time he arrives and spends hardly amounts enough to him that they earn a proper trust. He's a talented and well spoken man in many ways but his true gift lies in the ability of thievery and the use of his somewhat alien magical use of magic compared to what most Wizards are accustomed to. An edge that he's glad seems to persist even more so in the age where purists still seem to be at a heavy strength in voice. Though he is a criminal in secret he's also a man with a heart for the Humanitarian efforts, past experiences fuel the desire to supply and nurture those that could be productive. People that have been harmed accidentally or purposefully, those that can avoid being on the end of criminal activity. As his Criminal Persona most of the exposed traits melt away into a sheer rebellion. While he's still against out-right murder he would harm to defend himself, aiming to rather see someone jailed or maimed rather than killed in cold blood. Due to his already inherent mistrust of many people working with him is a hidden risk, a risk that he makes people aware of the moment he drops the Auror's on them and leaves away with the bounty. What's he looking to do? Old Criminal pals who managed to get out, Auror's that have it out to capture him in some way, Maybe some folks that could instill a sense of 'trust' for him - a difficult task. Any other plot ideas are welcomed as well. Cole Lin Species: Human Blood: Pureblood Age: 20 Gender: Male Cole Lin Cole is for the most part, an expressive young man who believes in there being no harm in letting people know the 'real you'. That is, unless, the real you is that you like them. Then it's probably the best course of action to see if there is really any kind of spark! That would just be his shyness speaking for him though on some level. He comes from a Pureblood family with deep roots and history, ones that he finds he's quite proud of representing. While he is an over-achiever of sorts it had little do with his love for learning and studying and entirely as an attempt to distance himself from a feeling that could be considered bad to other people. He's a generally nice person who is always willing to offer people a helping hand to see a smile curve at their face, though he's over-protective of his two cousins. The troubles that they go through and have gone through standing as a reason for him to feel as if he needs to be some form of barrier. What's he looking to do? Any form of plotting is up for grabs, Friendships, past dorm or school mates, current fellow VMU friends, people who question why he hasn't dated some potential interested ladies as of yet, someone to shake some stuff up. SHAKE IT UP LIKE BOGGLE! Senan Connell Species: Half-Fae (Light/???) Blood: Half-Breed Age: 16 Gender: Male Senan Connell A bit about Senan. . . Senan is a young man of secrets and for good reasons, stuck between a world where the thought had been Pureblood's held the only right to practice magic and the radical efforts of an individual to fight against those very ideals. These are core issues that whirl around inside of him, neither perceived as good or bad but merely a state of a much more chaotic world that others seem to ignore. He keeps everyone at an arms length to protect himself, primarily, from the fallout that could occur from the perceived betrayal of either group that seems to hold tight reigns since the day of his birth. The move to Australia has been a chance, a weakening of the links even if the individuals in play do not yet see it. There are people and factors that could influence the chances and choices that he makes if only he could see the benefit of being the type of individual to take that risky chance. He's also the Half-Brother of the elusive Dylan Connell, a fact that isn't known by the elder Wizard or many others beyond the family and recent radicals. A rude awakening that is bound to shake things up more than those involved truly will realize - until it's a bit too late. What is he looking for? Well, just to see where the winds take, honestly. There is potential adventure and extensive scuffles into other storylines that will have the chance of enhancing a good quality time for all around! Jasper Mitchell Species: Half-Veela Blood: Half-Breed Age: 32 Gender: Male Jasper Mitchell A bit about Jasper. . . A self-focused criminal would be simplifying the many layers that describe the man. He holds a high respect for his self-preservation, which often leads to decisions or words that could be considered more cold than anything else. Living a life where he could only trust in his own skills, had to watch his own back, it's no wonder why such a mindset seems to be ideal in every situation. 'If you can trust yourself, you can't trust anyone.' is a motto he tries to hold himself by even in the precarious situation of being a coerced undercover agent for the IWP. His contacts in the underworld across the world run deep and those that know him well enough know that his talent of forgery in both mundane and magical are top tier developments that could make a trained eye a run for their money. This mean he has a much more studious and diplomatic approach towards his work and those that he gets himself involved with, finding violence to be at the very least a last resort where everything else has failed or escalated too far for simple witticisms. His past as a youthful criminal is lengthy and dark, who knows what kind of people he entangled himself with? Those who couldn't forgive the wily cons placed on them if they've managed to find out? What is he looking for? Like many of my characters I prefer the whim of the moments, the flow of how the story is untold. That being said, any connections to the past are welcomed as he's traveled quite often and has interacted with various circles of people. Phoenix Aurora Phoenix Aurora A bit about Phoenix. . . It's obvious that the young man isn't a native to Australia, his accent all but gives it away. Holding an inflection in his tone when enunciating and pronouncing certain syllables. Still, Phoenix manages to find a way to make it feel 'just like home' by means of always living within his own personal moment. Causing a bit of mayhem here and there, finding that his own brand is a higher notch than what most people tend to go towards. Adventure calls to him and he responds in kind every step of the way, whether it would be a cave or some place out in the bushlands he always seems to find his way somewhere. Oddly enough, he always seems to find his way back out too with 'being lost' never being an actual factor for him occurring. Be careful, however, inciting his 'wrath' so to speak would only lead to a very long drawn out war of pranks until he found it otherwise settled. For all of his Grandfather's attempt to straighten him out he's only been given a playground in his mind. What is he looking for? Well, let's see what comes. Friends will always be a welcomed talk and so would potential 'rivals' I suppose could be said! While he isn't a native to Australia he's been around for a few years so don't feel as if you can't have some form of connection in some way.
  5. A playful game of tag II

    Olivia Teagarden
    cont. from A playful game of tag Was she a romantic? Probably she was, she didn’t let it out often, but she was a romantic. It was strange that someone could through it, the choice of words or even what she wanted to believe, it kind of reminded her of someone she used to be, before she became bitter and afraid of getting hurt emotionally again, was it a sign to finally let things go? Travis had been helpful in that regard, listening, talking, he was a good friend. Liv smiled up at the young man, her thumb ran across his hand in a gentle motion. The word ‘heartbreak’ was still one she had trouble with, a reminder of how painful it could be, and it could physically hurt someone. Liv decided to stay quiet, only holding his hand. “Some people are worth it.” she stated with conviction. Travis was worthy of it, regardless of what he might think. Her eyes met his and a smile grew on her face as she looked at him. She was willing to get as close as he allowed her to. He didn’t seem to mind going to the lake, which was good in her opinion. If he couldn’t get sick there shouldn’t be a problem, she could easily warm up the place if any of them were cold. She still had energy, probably not as much as he did but she could still manage to go swimming, the worst that could happen if Travis having to carry her back because she was too tired to move. “I’m still good for a few rounds, I don’t have your energy, but I can still go for another game of tag if necessary.” She joked poking his cheek lightly. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did, and your tongue is ticklish.” She chuckled as the memory of earlier in the day flooded her mind. It was a nice afternoon, a nice game, she wouldn’t mind doing it more often with him, he was fast, and it had been the best time she had in a few years, she couldn’t deny it. Liv got up and shook her head. “I don’t need a t-shirt or shorts, maybe after I will but I can still dry my own clothes after. You don’t need to worry about it.” she commented as she picked both his hands and held them tight to pull him up. -------------------------------------------To the lake they go------------------------------------------- As soon as they were both ready to go Liv apparated both of them to the lake and they both seemed to have arrived in one piece. Her hand was still holding onto Travis’ arm to make sure he didn’t stay behind. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here, but … first one to the water has to do the victory dance.” She let go of him and dashed to the edged of the lake, she knew she could never beat Travis in a land race, it was a pointless bet, but still a fun one. When she got to the edge of the lake, she removed her clothing, except her underwear. There was a light breeze, not too cold, but not warm either, nothing she couldn’t handle, and nothing that would make her sick either. She then proceeded to jump to the water, which was slightly warmer than it was outside.
  6. The Girl With The Faraway Eyes

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

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

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

    The last few days had been a rough time for Travis, his transformations were becoming far more. . . Brutal as a response the more time he spent locked up within the confinement facilities. Scars that were originally predictable were also becoming far more gruesome than they should've been at all. He wasn't sure what the trigger had been, could it be the change in mindset? Had the beast slowly started to become even less satisfied, even further irritated? At some point the grip of 'control' if one could call it that within his Werewolf state had slipped entirely and only raging reprisal could quell the beasts spirit. As for his Human self? He needed to calm his spirit in another and that had been what led him to the Roo. Walking into the establishment with a bright grin passed on his face, one wouldn't have been able to tell so easily that he'd been through a rougher physical patch than he looked. The long sleeved grey shirt he wore hiding every scar that disfigured his torso. It hadn't been uncommon, regardless of the time of year, to see him wearing a long-sleeved shirt either. With the colder weather rolled he knew that it'd been the best excuse time of the year for it to be worn. Immediately he found himself greeted by two members of his House whom he swiftly gave a quick high-five to in passing. "Good luck with that game later, Fellas! Show them some Bourke pride!" His eyes around the area, it'd been somewhat full of students today, hadn't it? He even noticed a few girls he may or may not have said a flirtatious line towards once upon a time in the last hour. Then he approached the bar counter and leaned against it in a roguish manner. "Can I get a cream soda and some French fries? Need myself a small snack." His hand reached into his pants to pull out a wallet, filtering through the various bills before pulling a few out. "Or, you know, we can get a pitcher over here and share it! Don't worry, I won't tell the boss if you don't." A sly but playful smile curves. "I'll even let you nick a few fries after they're made. I'll close my eyes a bit."
  10. Jaws of Truth

    Travis Franklin
    At first he'd been at a loss of where to go with Meadow, never actually being out with her before due to her home situation. It left him with far too many options and none of them had been the proper forum for their first time, not when he needed to get something off of his chest. There'd been a lot he'd been holding back from her, it hadn't been any secret on that but after spending a good chunk of the start of their break thinking over what had been told to him he found that things in his life needed to be re-evaluated. Or, at the very least, how he treated them especially the parts of his life that held a much larger part of it in grasp than anything or anyone else. In the moment? It'd pretty much been Meadow due to their closeness since the early days of Tallygarunga. It all led him to the idea of the Narrie Lakes, it hadn't been a place constantly in the eyes of numerous people and there'd been spots around the area that they could tuck into to make sure that it'd became less likely. He actually planned a genuine picnic due to the mild weather of late. There'd been a basket full of different kinds of foods, finger foods, obviously and a cooler for a few mild drinks. Not all of it had been fizzy, most of it water and a random sparkling water. That had just been accidentally picked up and he'd been in too much of a rush to actually put it back. After laying out a blanket he placed the basket at the center of it. When he told Meadow the information he left out the picnic bit, wanting it to be more of a pleasant surprise than anything else. Chances are she'd probably figure it out since it seemed like an obvious spot and type of weather, but he could be wishful in think he could be surprising in a good way. He started to sit down on top of the blanket and removed his shoes to keep it as clean as possible without tracking anything on it, shuffling the shoes off to the side. Travis' eyes closed gently as his senses took in the surrounding nature: The breeze that coursed through, the smell of the water that lingered off the lake that seemed to be a calming presence to his spirit. That was something he hope not only would be kept up but would have a similar effect on his friend. Mostly because he knew part of what he had to tell her wouldn't sit well, not with how worried she tended to get when it came to peoples safety - especially with his own and the typical reckless nature that he wore. This had also been one of the few times that his long-sleeved shirt had been rolled up, revealing the various scars and wounds that had been caused by his own claws - except for one - only a single set of scars had an obvious angle that made it impossible for it to be self-inflicted on the left arm. 'So, she'll either punch me. . . Glare at me and punch me. . . Call me an idiot and try to hug me to death. Not really sure which one is the good point here right now.'
  11. A playful game of tag

    Days in the middle of the week were always the least complicated ones, the days where she received more students were Fridays and Mondays, either because they wanted to go home earlier or because they wanted a prolonged weekend, completely forgetting that with healing magic things might not always work the way they want it to. But the Quidditch teams were her most faithful visitors, every time there was a practice there were at least a couple of players there with injuries followed by the whole team, she had to admire their dedication not only to the game but to their teammates. The day continued smoothly until it was time to clock out, classes were over and so was her shift. Even if she wasn’t working for the remaining day, she always left a note and a way to reach her if it was necessary, she too was entitled to some personal time. She looked at the clock and instead of taking the easy way to the Reserve she decided to walk there, stretch her legs, maybe get some exercise, or at least prepare her muscles for the upcoming game of tag she had scheduled for that afternoon. She even decided to wear comfortable clothing, and strangely enough, wore her hair in a ponytail. The nurse’s uniform was left at school, as it was a work uniform. Once at the reserve Olivia looked around, it was still as she remembered it, it’s been a while since visited it last, perhaps it was shortly after graduation, and now seven years later there she is again, but this time isn’t to contemplate on the beauty of it. It was still early, a walk around the place wouldn’t hurt, she shouldn’t be too hard to find. Seconds turned into minutes and shortly she found herself sitting on a bench as she waited for the young man. She sat on a bench, resting for a while as she waited. She put one leg over the other as she watched the few people around the Reserve. That place was indeed a special one, a great location to spend some time with those a person cares for, lovers, friends, even acquaintances. The beauty of that place was breathtaking. It didn’t take long for her to see a familiar face; she looked at the person and waved, indication her location.
  12. Invite Wild At Heart

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

    What he originally thought would end up being a single time ended up turning into more of a mini-tradition, it hadn't been a bad thing but definitely unexpected. During the breaks his roommate had went home which meant the entire room would be to himself if he ever stayed. Usually? He did, but this year he wouldn't be for extended time, only staying the first week just so that he wouldn't miss the first planned meetup between himself and Danielle when it came to, what he dubbed, 'Movie Day'. The day that they just hung out, popped in a movie after he acquired a few things that he probably shouldn't even hold his dorm, such as a pretty reasonable television that had been engineered to withstand the magical build up of the school, which it had a DVD system built directly into it. These days had a specific rule, however, for the sake of Danielle's main preference of no violence and no explosions. He wasn't sure the reason behind it, most likely whatever had occurred in her past which had been an understandable situation. It wasn't something that would be asked, a kind of thought and experience that had been far more harmful to tread on unless the person who felt it spoke of it first. Some wounds could be so fresh that the simple approach of it could cause it to bleed and gush in an unintended way. A few movies had been selected and it'd been those that he felt were in pretty decent taste and were good 'cinematic adventures' as he had started to call them. "Alright, let's see. . . Six movies for us to potentially get through, if we can get that much in. Have some popcorn, a few snacks." He hummed for a moment and then remembered something as he looked left and right for a moment before removing his wand and pressing it towards the side of the wall where it'd cause a blink of light which slide a hidden door opened with what seemed to be a man-made cooler on the inside of it enchanted with various spells to keep it nice and chilled as he pulled out a couple of pop bottles, they were blood-flavored intentionally geared towards the Dhampir population that he noticed one time. "I bet she'll love it!" His eyes looked up towards the rare steak that sat in its own little spot and gulped and coughed. "Maybe later friend. . ." Travis wasn't sure if Danielle had picked up that he'd been a Werewolf, not that he told her but he also had been aware that her senses were as high acute as his own. Not that he expected that she'd judge him, of all people he knew she'd understand him far better than anyone else. Habits, however, were hard to break extremely so. As such his hand weaved the wand through the air and closed the magically designed door back up as it sealed itself as if it'd just been part of the wall. It took him years to build that and make it, and one day this year, he'd have to leave a note behind to the next potential occupant. "I think that maybe everything."
  14. Invite Damned If You Do

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

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

    It could be that she misread things. It could be that Travis was just joking. But Meadow didn't like that sort of passive aggression at all, especially in an issue so near and dear to her heart. The fact she could not spend as much time as she wished to with Travis (and most of her friends) due to a situation far beyond her control was something that gave her a lot of grief; to have her friends potentially be hurt over it was absolutely unacceptable. It was no longer a matter of whether she was brave enough to face the facts or not. If she read things correctly, Travis was hurt. As such, she had to make things right. "It's me! Open the door." The Flinders knocked on the boy's dorm room door, not caring for the glances she got as she uncharacteristically barged into the Bourke Common Room. Rumors didn't really matter at the moment, all that did was putting that pain to a full stop.
  17. Invite How dreary to be somebody

    Imogen was walking into town, deciding not to waste a good day with apparition. The sun was a siren to her, calling her out to enjoy it while she could. Since she'd moved in the middle of the school year, she'd now go without a summer, and going from winter to fall and winter again was nearly a tragedy to her. Still, here she was truly living for herself, rather than according to her mother's wishes. Hence the move, and now, the decorating of her Astronomy tower for class. I could have just ordered from a catalog and picked up my things, she mused fifteen minutes into her travels. However, she knew she would rather take the time , enjoy the open air, and look in both the muggle and magical markets for items to assist with the theoretical part of her class. It would also give her a chance to find more out about the town she now lived near, as well as potentially some of the more troublesome students she may encounter, since she was more nervous about teaching her first class than she would ever admit to. So she walked, straw hat upon her head, which she imagined looked quite silly, but she'd heard horror stories on the way from Melbourne about new people and their skin burning from the sun. So she'd bought the hat, which had quite a wide brim to shield her shoulders as well. It wasn't that she was vain; it was simply sun blisters sounded terrible, and usually the potions to remedy any situation usually tasted worse than the blisters felt. Imogen began humming as she walked, a simple drinking song she'd heard before she'd left Ireland. It amused her as she passed the time, being a drinking song sung by a woman who didn't often drink. "Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,and laid him out upon the bed; a gallon of whiskey at his feet- a barrel of porter at his head..." She began singing it, an amused tone to her voice as she moved along the trail between the school and Narragyambie. But despite her efforts to remain on the road and therefore on time with her mental to do list, she'd gotten distracted by something fluttering in her peripheral. The woman became curious, tried to follow it until it suddenly disappeared, and now she was lost. Imogen hadn't the faintest idea how it was possible to be lost with simple directions as she'd memorized before her venture, but she'd managed all the same. Looking around, she rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed, mumbling under her breath. "I can't even get supplies without this happening." Everything looked quite the same to Imogen, dirt and brush and trees. Becoming increasingly frustrated, she let out a deep breath through her nose, and tried not to rub at the contacts in her eyes.
  18. Complete Sketches & doodles

    Max could already sense the holidays just around the corner, they were already in late-March and it wasn’t that long before she could finally relax from the stress of classes, at least not during the holidays and she could enjoy the weather before winter decides to ruin most of her plans to walk around outside and do some exercise. Before the weather became more unstable Max thought it would be a good idea to hang in the Centre Courtyard, doing what, she wasn’t sure but it would be good to catch some fresh air after classes, perhaps even take her violin to practice, or perhaps her old sketchbook, it had been a while since the last time she made a fun doodle about classes and everyday events that life throws at people when they least expect. Upon arriving to the Centre Courtyard, she saw how other gathered there, it wasn’t such a good idea to just sit under a tree and do whatever she wanted, but after a few minutes of standing there like a fool most students left to go to class. She smiled as everyone left the scene, she could be in peace and quite doing whatever she wanted without having people staring at her. Some students seemed to be curious about the violin as they left, it didn’t bother her, they weren’t going to stay there and listen to her anyway. She made her way through the tables and sat in her favorite spot, on the grass under a tree. First thing she did was take out a sketch pad from her backpack to make a few doodles, simple things, not much technique was needed to make a small comic with an amusing everyday life event, the simple act of skateboarding and ending up taking a dive in a fountain was always funny and cute to draw. She looked at her violin, she was planning on practice a little, deciding against it shortly after sitting down under the tree.
  19. Complete Potions to stock

    Olivia Teagarden
    It seemed that every school was the same, kids were always getting hurt, but it seemed that in Tally is was more common than she had anticipated. Two days ago, she had someone who came to her with a broken nose, she didn’t even want to hear the story behind that one, and on the same day someone had shown up with a broken arm, what were these kids doing to get hurt? Trying to fly through walls? Earlier that day someone had actually tried to fly through a wall, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. Her most common patients were Spencers and the Quidditch players, while some got hurt with their own pranks or the pranks of their fellow house comrades the others got injured during practice. The order was running a bit late, it was already later in the afternoon. She wasn’t in need of anything at the moment as the Hospital Wing was completely empty, she just wished that the delivery comes before kids start showing up with scraped knees and broken noses. She was starting to wonder if the order was late when it arrived. Live watched as the boxes were pilling on her desk. “Great.” She said with a smile on her face. As much as Liv hated seeing kids getting hurt, she had to keep the stock full, being in a school where students were prone to accidents was more complicated than she thought. Taking candy from her top drawer she happily began restocking the shelves and taking notes of what had arrived and what hadn’t. “Hmmm…I seem to be missing some ingredients…” she commented to herself, a bit upset that not all of her ingredients have arrived. Vials flew orderly out of the boxes and onto their respective places on the shelves, herbs did the same but to their correct containers as Liv watched and made an inventory of all the new items.
  20. Invite Heatwaves and BBQ Days

    The sound of laughter rang through the air, various voice clamored together and rivaled the level of the music that had been set-up by the current group that had went up to start their series of sets for the day. A multitude of stands spread out across the and had been filled with lines and they weren't going to get shorter any time soon. It had also been the same situation for the lake with the different water sports that were being played and the people that had decided that they just -needed- to take a dip because of the sweat that started to build up at the brow or in other less comfortable places. Seeing this kind of a sign brought a smile to Travis' lips finding it a much comfortable environment than the usual draw of dances or balls, there had been more of a spark of life and the real core of what it meant to be constantly socializing with people that you knew and some that you've never even encountered. For him, though, today had been one where he'd spend some time with someone he'd befriends a short while back. After all, he'd promised that she could pick any day and he'd be there with full attentions offered. There had been a suspicion that the two of them needed to probably get out more for the summer too especially with the school year only hop, jump, and a skip away from starting up. This could be seen as the big-mega relax-o-rama in his book before he started the exhaustive Seventh year, that had been a thought he wanted to avoid thinking about for the time being. Travis waited for sometime in one of the BBQ stands until it'd finally had been his turn to make the orders: A few meat skewers, couple of Hamburgers, and a few chilled drinks to try and beat back the heat of the sun that threatened to beat down upon them. Normally carrying so many things could be consider the idea of trying the balancing act for other people which included a few plants and napkins for the food to avoid dropping them or having the need to just hold them in hand. But he had decided that in such a crowded place no one would actually be looking to him and there had been way too many people that he felt a bit safer putting to use the full effort of his ability for balance and well-maintained strength. However, as he continued further there seemed to be fewer people that passed by him and only amounted to a few stragglers trying to catch up to their parties. He came upon a much more secluded place which had been surrounded by a enough vegetation to hide away behind but offered an elevation where the festivities could be viewed clearly, if one sought distance but still wanted to enjoy the band and people-watching? This had been the area to do it. "Hehe, those lines are insane. I can't even remember how long ago it was that I had to do something like that, kind of fun." His head lifted up towards the person he'd been talking to and he held out the grouped skewers towards her. "Here, I'll need at least one hand to make the climb."
  21. Invite An Ordinary Abnormality

    Samantha Hammond
    Christmas was Samantha's favorite time of the year. Ignoring the tremendous proximity to her own birthday, she very much enjoy the emphasis on family, friendship, camaraderie - and yes, even romance - that the holiday seemed to instill upon people. Every bond was important and worth being celebrated and cherished. It usually took the form of a material gift; Sam didn't care for this so much, but she could understand why it was. But more importantly, it was the time of the year where she could just shower everyone she knew with affection and they'd just have to sit and deal with it. Not only that, but Tallygarunga was throwing a Christmas/Graduation dance! Filled with glee at the prospect of such a day, the Bourke immediately offered to place the flyers all over school for an announcement. She didn't mind the looks exchanged before her due to her tendency of failing such simple tasks, and her determination won out in the end. Surprisingly things went without a hitch as she went around the various rooms and buildings in school, placing the flyers on the various walls on campus. And at last, she reached the final room of her itinerary - the Games Room, in the Southern Cross Tower. As soon as she got there, she withdrew her wand from her pocket, wordlessly directing the sheets to various carefully picked spots in the room and had the paper stick itself to the surface every time. She grinned as her work was complete, and was about to walk out when she caught something in the corner of her eye. One of the papers was upside down. Her mood deflated momentarily - of course something had to go wrong. But she wasn't about to be defeated by that rogue flyer! She made her way to the upside down announcement, and pried at the pesky little thing with her fingers. Luck wasn't on her side as she couldn't even get a nail under the paper, given how strong the magical glue spell was. "Uh...? How...?" She muttered to herself. She didn't exactly know a spell to undo it all, and thus she had no choice. After a significant amount of time, Samantha managed to slide a fingertip under each of the bottom corners of the flyer, and decided to hold onto it with her thumbs as well. Placing her foot on the wall, she leaned back and tried to pry it forcefully, to no avail. "Ngh... Come on...!" Her face scrunched up with the effort. Did the spell itself get botched as well?
  22. Invite Into the Wilds

    The level of the heat that had been present the past few days grew to be a concern of his for various reasons and mostly because part of him had found more kinship in animals and their ecosystems. Without a little bit of assistance and proper stewardship many would face a struggle that they wouldn't be prepared to maintain or fight against, incapable of an expedited adaptability. Even the magical creatures that had hidden themselves through out the bushlands were at the same risks and those were creatures with a much higher capability in survival though not by much he'd surmised from his personal view. Each step through the area he had made had been carefully calculated, as if he'd been stalking a prey while his eyes pinned on a small animal only a few meters ahead of him and his lips pressed against together and made a soft hushed sound. He hadn't been too mindful of the surroundings to listen for other potential human beings or anything of the similar relation. Nostrils expanded as he took in the air of the environment and then slowly started to hunch lower and crept with his fingers and hands while reaching out to the creature and stroked his hand from its head to the back. "Hehehe, You're a bit ways from your home aren't you little pup dude?" As expected from him, it hadn't reacted threateningly to his presence which allowed for Travis to take a much more personal approach and picking up the animal gingerly and setting it onto his lap. "It's been pretty hot too. I bet you've been looking for some water to get into, am I right? I don't blame you. I'd probably be doing the same dang thing, let's be honest here." He removed his bag and settled it on the ground and opened it up slowly to rummage through it. There had been a few items; foods such as Nuts, Berries, the various kinds of leaves and herbs the creatures could find in their habitat if it had been producing. Travis pulled a small bottle of water along with a miniature bowl where he'd begin to pour some of it inside and settled it in front of himself and then set the creature down while watching it stare down the offered nourishment and lapping it up. He rubbed at his chin for a moment in thought, he couldn't provide any real food for it to feast on and truthfully part of him had been extremely wary of even trying to offer it to an animal that had been slightly closer to him in certain aspects. "Best I can do is make sure you're whistle is wet. Can't really take you home. . . Don't have space or that much cash around." He picked his bag up to avoid any chance of it suddenly being raided by the wily canine and just stood there waiting for it to finish with the water so that he could pick the bowl back up instead of just leaving it there. It was in this moment that he lifted his head up and started to take more notice and awareness of his surroundings, the area had been a bit dry for his liking. A hand ran along the side of his pants where he had his wand stowed away and out of sight more than aware that this had been a trail that people often traversed through: Wizards and Muggles alike on the better days. He really wasn't expecting anyone to willingly be out in this sweat storm but he'd been surprised before by the actions of other people too. Suddenly being surprised wouldn't do well for him if he'd been using magic or even ended up using the full extent of his more physical talents other than approaching the thirst-starved wandering puppy. "You better get going little guy - I may have some work I need to do here. Makes this place nice and less well... Lacking of water." A conversation being carried out with the creature as if it understood him or rather as if he understood it.
  23. 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!'
  24. Complete Sketch and Chill (November 9th, 2018)

    A stack of textbooks sat at the leg of the bench that Travis had been sitting on, the presence of the sun beamed onto the roof garden. It was a comfortable feeling on his skin and it brought a small smile to his face. "Man, this feels so good." Even if the weather was mild just being able to bathe in the rays was a boost to the day for him. It also gave him plenty of light to work on his sketchpad, what had turned into an attempt to study ended up being flipped around as a means to draw. The flowers were in the state of starting to bloom and it was the kind of thing you only could catch by luck or if you were really into planting. The tip of his pencil glided along the blank pages and every so often a lifted gaze would stare at his subject and then drop back down to the paper. The visualization stayed within his mind unless the subtle change of the wind caused an unfinished portion to shift in which he'd rectify the drawing to fit more accurately towards that image. Something that could be considered ephemeral - caught and drawn in the moment. A difficult technique to manage if it wasn't already engraved within the minds eye. This is when he started to shift off of the bench and slide down to press his back firmly against it. Travis leveled himself to provide a newer angle which gave him a newer perspective, it seemed to be a bit more full in that regard too. Hands rose off of the pad and the wrists rested on the raised kneecaps. At this point he was just admiring the series of flowers and blooms that filled the section of the roof that had been chosen as his temporary haunt for the evening. It was rare that he was able to have such a quite moment, to enjoy the calm that even the current display of nature offered. It was a minor getaway from the constant studying he'd piled on since the start of the exams for the ending stretch of the year.
  25. Invite Spit

    It made sense, moving in during a late Friday afternoon. A good portion of the students would have departed to spend the weekend with their families by then and there would be a little less chaos when moving a Dhampir into the Bourke dormitories. Danielle certainly appreciated the tact of the timing. She found that she didn't like crowds too much as of late, and was starting to worry about how she'd handle the more populated classes she had to endure come 2019. Even so, it seemed that they had been alerted to their arrival. Did some sort of information leak? That made her feel somewhat uneasy - fortunately, no one actually went out of her way to antagonize or attack her just yet, and all she had gotten thus far was the simple scornful look that usually came towards her. It didn't bother her that much. If anything, she could relate. She could feel herself develop a mild prejudice against her own kind given her past, and it wasn't like she could be blamed for it to begin with. What did bother her, immensely so, was the fact that she and her sister were separated for the first time since the latter's birth - at least, the first time for an extended period. Danielle was taken for thorough examinations of her magical ability privately (which she blew out the water, and was warned to rein it in), and then sorted to the Bourke house. Her sister had gone through the same examinations but then was taken to something called 'the Whitlam Bilby wing'. Danielle had been told it was a wing for people not old enough to get into Tallygarunga proper, and that she could visit the following day if she'd like. She would, of course, but that meant being well over a dozen hours apart from the girl whom was probably scared to death and all alone. Eventually, she was left to her devices. There wasn't much more she could do. Regardless of prejudice, her new temporary roommate had provided her with a very basic book on Muggle Studies upon request. Unfortunately, as she tried to read it, that same roommate had a few friends over. Something about planning for a 'Christmas ball'. The sound was disturbing her, so Danielle excused herself and left, book in hand and blood-flavored lollipop stick poking out past her lips. She settled down in a couch in the mostly empty Bourke Common Area. She wasn't used to such comforts and found herself willing to indulge, slipping out of her shoes and curling up on the sofa, the book being carefully perched on her knees. Danielle could feel the hostility in the room directed at her but did her best to ignore it. It wasn't worth her energy. At least they hadn't spat on her or anything, that was more progressive than half the places she had been in.
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