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Tallygarunga
a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
August, 2019 :: Winter


The Anticipation Of A New Arrival

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Repository ☆ Professor of Ancient Rune StudiesGuest
38 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

...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

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Professor Head of Spencer ☆ Professor of Elemental Magic, Head of Spencer✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Refill this. . . Refill that. . ." Derrick grumbled to himself as he made his way down the hall with a cart full of supplies in tow. An enchant placed on it to keep it rolling behind him at an even pace to avoid taking him over. "Sometimes, Auds can be a pushy little Assistant." That had been one of the issues of working with a friend whom held clerk duties on their plate. But he figured he could do this kind of a favor even with his vocal grudge being spoken out, none of it held any weight of being actually believed by him. It wasn't how he wanted to spend the Summer days but he also nearly forgot there had been the last minute paperwork and replenshing the classrooms before the students ever attended the school again and boy. . . Were there many that needed to be given in certain classes.  

He lifted up a parchment, written on it had been a class room specifictaion and the necessary materials that were needed for restock from the previous years usage of the supplies. "Lessee. . . Writing Tiles, some more chalk and a refresher on erasers. Shit, people still use chalkboards? . . . I wonder if I can take the old board erasers and make a chalk cloud?" His head canted to the side from the juvenile thought alone. That would have been a good passtime during his break whenever it would finally come around until he needed to finish up the still lingering odds and ends. Fingers laced under the rim of the cart and pulled it along further as he rounded the corner and entered the room while still having his eyes reading over the remainder of the things that he needed to place in the Ancient Rune's room.

Every so often darting from the page and back towards the supply cart to double check he actually had everything and didn't need to make a trip back for them. It seemed as if everything had been there and even some more in reserve that should satisfy the need until the end of the year, unless a massive uptake of expected students arrived and populated the School. It wasn't an unheard of occurrence but he'd also expected to see much less due to the recent issues with the arrival of Sollozo, it had placed the school on enough watch that parents had started to pull their students out permanently or indefinitely until the situation had been fully resolved by the Ministry.

The unfortunate hiccups that came with the feeling of fear itself being pushed through a society of people, he couldn't argue if he'd react the same way but being a Professor he was obligated to see to the best of the students Academical health and that extended to their entire wellbeing. 

With the lack of attentiveness towards his environment he banged into the edge of a nearby seat and grunted in contempt. "Ngh. . .! Bastard. . .!" A hand reached for the leather designed wand holster that hung at his hips and quickly drew it and pointed the tip of it towards the seat. He'd been waiting to let loose, to have a good enough reason in his opinion to set something wooden on fire. That was, of course, until he felt that he wasn't entirely alone in the room. Eyes shifted towards the supply cart that tapered behind him, no, it wasn't that. From one area of the room to next his gaze darted until he spotted that someone had been sitting in the Professor's chair that had been set at a point further in the room that deigned the attention of those that would be in a position to study and focus. "Uhhh. . . I was just going to, er, dust it. Yes." His hand quickly flicked towards the cart and it pulled one of the many feather dusters into his free hand. 

Casually, Derrick began to dust it away as if it had been the intention all along. Sometimes one had to improvise when about to look like a homicidal maniac of all that had been wooden, while it was probably true he didn't need to actually excude that kind of image about himself so soon to others. "Oh wait, you're probably the new Professor I've been hearing had been asked for." Being close to the Headmaster's Assistant, certain details typically ended up in his ear faster than the rumors had time to spread. It'd also been one of the few talked about changes around the lounger as well, since the woman seemed to be of a newer face to him it seemed to be the more obvious conclusion. In a fluid motion he sheathed the wand then waved his hand in a eased greeting. "Well, to start out introductions, I'm Derrick Ackers! I'm the not-much-newer Professor of Elemental Magic. And the unlucky bastard who has to watch over the nutty students of Spencer House as their minder. Not an easy gimmick, I assure you!" He'd gotten off easily last year since many of the students weren't as bad as his own class back in the day. Probably the calm before the storm, no doubt. 

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Repository ☆ Professor of Ancient Rune StudiesGuest
38 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

After standing at the lectern table for quite some time, Professor Lyell began going through the shelves and drawers inside the table, making sure - as per the handsheet she'd been given upon her arrival at Tallygarunga - that everything needed to teach ancient rune studies inside the lecture hall - chalk erasers, chalk sticks (of multiple colors) and board cleaners, stands - was where it should be and in sufficient quantities. It was a habit of hers going all the way to her first days as an instructor back at Hogwarts and although she wasn't a stickler for habits, they served to underscore, in part, the seriousness of their profession to those they taught. Just as Professor Babbling taught me everything I needed to know about the instruction of ancient runes, she mused, it is imperative that I remember everything--

Suddenly, something caught her ear. For a few moments she thought she was back at Hogwarts and was tempted to call out, "Professor Binns, is that you?" remembering how the old Magic Professor would sometimes come out from the chalkboards or from a wall and startle those unaware of who he was but after a few moments she was certain it wasn't him. These sounds were human. 

Listening for several moments as someone began cleaning away the tables and lecture chairs inside the hall, Professor Lyell figured it was safe to stand up. Getting up from behind the lectern table, she looked around, a inquisitive eye searching the hall, until she indeed did see someone. Casually, Derrick began to dust it away as if it had been the intention all along. Sometimes one had to improvise when about to look like a homicidal maniac of all that had been wooden, while it was probably true he didn't need to actually excude that kind of image about himself so soon to others. "Oh wait, you're probably the new Professor I've been hearing had been asked for."

"That'd be correct, dear sir," Professor Lyell replied,  an innocent, rather impish smile across her face, the kind of smile one would give when meeting someone new in a strange land. Taking her fedora off, she rolled it carefully up and slid it underneath the belt to her cargo pants, next to her wand. Most days her wardrobe consisted of cargo pants and a light blouse - normally long-sleeved to cover the tattoos which snaked down both arms. This day, though, given how hot it was outside, she had opted for a short-sleeved dark blue blouse, which meant they were visible to anyone. Not that it bothered her; most of them she'd gotten on her various field expeditions, reminders of times past and adventures across the globe.

Being close to the Headmaster's Assistant, certain details typically ended up in his ear faster than the rumors had time to spread. It'd also been one of the few talked about changes around the lounger as well, since the woman seemed to be of a newer face to him it seemed to be the more obvious conclusion. In a fluid motion he sheathed the wand then waved his hand in a eased greeting. "Well, to start out introductions, I'm Derrick Ackers! I'm the not-much-newer Professor of Elemental Magic. And the unlucky bastard who has to watch over the nutty students of Spencer House as their minder. Not an easy gimmick, I assure you!"

""I can imagine," Professor Lyell replied, waving back to him as she walked over to where he was at, offering her hand for a handshake. "Professor Tamara Lyell, the new Professor of Ancient Rune Studies," chuckling quietly as she remembered the last bit of what Professor Ackers had said. "I know the feeling; I was the Head of Gryffindor House back at Hogwarts for three years, so yes I know what it is like to watch over students. To do a good job, I was once told, you must be both fair but firm. Enforce the rules clearly but without favoring one over another...and what do you know, the advice actually worked." Looking around, Professor Lyell added, her Antrim accent quietly evident, "Anyway, after I left here, I was planning to walk the grounds of Tallygarunga, get a lay of the land so to speak, so unless there's anything pressing at the moment..." It sounded a little ballsy, but she figured the best way to learn about everywhere here at Tallygarunga was simply by asking someone already present; at worst, she figured he'd say no and that'd be that. On the other hand, she mused, it would be nice to get a tour of the place from a fellow professor...

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Professor Head of Spencer ☆ Professor of Elemental Magic, Head of Spencer✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

It seemed as if his smooth moves worked, improvisation should be listed as one of his many skills that he should market. At least, that had been the perception on his end. He ran the tips of his fingers through his beard in thought and nodded towards her. The smile that had been shined gave him a bit of relief from the notion that it could potentially be one of the more grouchy types of professors. Or one the ones that always seemed to be a permanent resting bitch face but those ones were one in a million. That and it had been taken by the Librarian, in his opinion. His eyes caught hint of the tattoo's that trailed along the woman's arms, that had been quite the unique artwork amongst educators. Merely seeing it pulled a small smile on his face as it would be something he'd personally note as a interesting and unique trait. "Oh, Sweet! Welcome to Tallygarunga then. Or what I call, 'The boiling pot of all that is crazy.'" A light chuckle emitted from him. The description offered of the school couldn't do justice to the amount of shenanigans and issues. 

Derrick's hand reached out once the gap had been closed, gripping into a firm handshake from the proffered hand. "Tamara? Pretty easy name to remember. I didn't get the chance to meet the last Rune Studies Professor. So, guess I am ahead of the curve this round." Now that he thought about it, He hadn't spent a lot of time with many of his peers knowing only enough to have a passing conversations. "I've heard a few bits and pieces about Hogwarts during some of my travels a few years ago. Aaah, but I have often found many aren't entirely prepared for what it means to be a Spencer." A proud grin shaped on his face while his gaze shifted away to further ponder that stream of thought. "But that is pretty good advice. Well, on some level anyways. Firm isn't really a motto that works too well for that particualr House and its students."  Attention fully turned back to the woman while he offered a gentle shrug. "That's the risk of a group of people that are known for being spirited pranksters. I find I need to be more firm when it comes to when some of their pranks escalate." Certain things he had opted to let go mostly because it had been part of the House's tradition even to the point that there had been a House book with the names of pranks done by members past and present. 

He hadn't caught that she'd been leading into the idea of being shown the grounds with the assistance of a guide. "Get the lay of the land? Always good to find out where things are so that you don't go running into some randomly misplaced pond." A brief laughter slipped. "I can help out there if you wanted." Ironically, he'd been the type that would offer that assistance to those that didn't seem to be alumni or aware of the various buildings and rooms that made up the school. "We could cover the Kookynie Hall's first. We're already here and it makes more sense to make sure you're aware of 'Your turf' so to speak." The building itself had been a bit different than when he'd been around as a Student but he had enough time to get reaquintanted with it. Just as he was about to lead the way ahead the magical cart that had been trailing him rammed into his knee slightly, a reminder that he had something to do in this very room. 

"Gah! Hey, what's the big ideas wheels?!" A glaring stare focused for a moment until he'd been reminded of the paper that had been clutched in his hand. "This stuff. . . Yea, that's right! Ahahaha, I nearly forgot." Derrick leaned forward grabbing hold of various stacks of items and placed them on a nearby desk. "If I would have forgotten to give you the stuff on this list, Audrey, would have killed me." He double checked the parchment to ensure that he hadn't forgotten anything that'd been necessity for the coming year. After a moment of double checking he folded up the paper and slid it onto the supply cart and gently kicked it a couple of times as it started to roll out of the room and turned down the lengthy hallway. "I can handle the rest of that stuff later, still have a lot of time before things need to be finalized.

Where to start first, that had been where his next thoughts lingered on. "If you're up for it, the first place I can think of to start off would be the Dead and Magical Languages class. Mostly because it has a commonality with Ancient Runes in that regard. Only fair to see what they're working with." That had been one of the first things he'd done when starting out in the school, finding out the exact content that had made up the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. Something that he could work in tandem with to better engrain the need and importance to the students education. 

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38 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

His eyes caught hint of the tattoo's that trailed along the woman's arms, that had been quite the unique artwork amongst educators. Merely seeing it pulled a small smile on his face as it would be something he'd personally note as a interesting and unique trait. "Oh, Sweet! Welcome to Tallygarunga then. Or what I call, 'The boiling pot of all that is crazy.'" A light chuckle emitted from him. The description offered of the school couldn't do justice to the amount of shenanigans and issues. Derrick's hand reached out once the gap had been closed, gripping into a firm handshake from the proffered hand. "Tamara? Pretty easy name to remember. I didn't get the chance to meet the last Rune Studies Professor. So, guess I am ahead of the curve this round."

The boiling pot of all that is crazy, huh?" Tamara replied, gripping Derick's hand with an equally firm handshake. "Well, in that case I should fit right in," pausing as she noticed him checking out the intricate artwork on her arms. "As for the tattoos? Reminders of field expeditions to far-off lands, from the sands of North Africa to the jungles and islands of the western Pacific and the mountains of the Americas....a well-traveled life, you could say." It wasn't hyperbole either; on her passport there were at least 20 or so countries' entry stamps present, including a few countries whose reactions to the magical world could be best described as antagonistic...and there'd been one or two occasions were Professor Lyell had been lucky to escape with her life, much less anything else.

As she listened to Derick, she shook her head in humorous terms; every wizarding school had its' pranksters and Tallygarunga was no different. "Back at Hogwarts I believe it was...it was the students of Ravensclaw House who were the resident pranksters, though in the years I was a student and then an instructor I think every house - including Gryffindor, as I recall - had its share of pranksters. The pranks were different depending on the house but most were in good humor. Most, mind you; not all, but most." 

Before she could reply to Derick's offer of showing her around the school grounds and everywhere, she watched the cart that had been behind him barge into the back of his legs; she giggled at the sight of it for a few moments. "Something needs to slow its' roll, I think," she said deadpan, giggling once more as she watched him kick at the cart gently a few times before it began rolling out of the lecture hall and down the hallway outside. "Correction: I think it already has," she added, also with a bit of Antrim deadpan.... "If you're up for it, the first place I can think of to start off would be the Dead and Magical Languages class. Mostly because it has a commonality with Ancient Runes in that regard. Only fair to see what they're working with," Derick said.

After a few moments thought, Tamara shook her head in agreement, pausing just long enough to take her fedora, unroll it and place it back atop her head, the Springbok feather perched on one side, the fedora canted just a hair off-center just the way she wore it. "Sounds good; I've often found that the best students in Rune Studies are also the best students in terms of Dead and Magical Languages, so it only makes sense to start there and work our way around everywhere," she said, pleased to have made at least an acquaintance already. Walking over to where the exits were, she added, "After you, Derick," stepping back a moment so that he could exit first.

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Professor Head of Spencer ☆ Professor of Elemental Magic, Head of Spencer✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Her grasp had been strong, something that he'd been told was a sign of being in good and upstanding character. "Fitting is usually a good thing! You'll find that we're a bit different here in practically everything. Teaching methods, interactions, even the Headmaster seems to surprise people. He isn't exactly what you'd expect." But he also couldn't deny he did an excellent job not on just the level of an administrator but managing to somehow connect with the students from the very aloof yet insightful style that swarmed about. Derrick's attention had been drawn to the tattoo's once more and offered a nod in understanding as she went on to explain the reasoning behind them. "Travelling, that's something I get. I prefer to do it personally but ah well... Sometimes you have to settle down after some stuff. But those tat's are pretty sweet." Body art hadn't been his thing yet he still admired it. 

"Oh, there's definitely always the occasional extremists when it comes to pranks." He hadn't considered himself one during his schooling days but perception was always a very funny concept and always very different from person to person even when it cam to being similar. "Let's just say it's never the first time that the entire school body is the target." That had just been including the Students, the additional threats of prideful alumni's added an entirely different ball game to the field. "I find that the ones that are the most dangerous? Aren't the seldom pranksters that you'd find in every house." To categorize an entire group of people under a single trait would be folly, even he had been aware of this but certain ones were much more profound in those gatherings and even more when they could be urged. "It is when the House begins to think and act like a colony of pranksters. That is when things get a bit more interesting."

Derrick gifted a combative huff towards the cart and its very pushy ways. If it could only be pushy with its job and not his, that would have been great. "Oho! The Newbie has puns galore! You sure you haven't smuggled away some book of dad jokes or something? Cause I could use more." He could appreciate the occasional witty pun. 

He smoothly nodded with full agreement. "I get that. It's pretty much how I viewed the stance with Elemental Magic and a lot of other classes that could benefit from it. Defense Against the Dark Arts and even Care of Magical Creatures. Most of the students don't realize the unique nature that the course holds until they get to that final lesson plan. When it isn't all about the potential destruction but the benefits towards the land." Derrick couldn't count himself amongst those that held a high reverence for the land and the need to nurture it but that didn't mean he should neglect that potential aspect towards the subject. A small laughter eased out of him and his hand lifted him gently "Please, you can call me what everyone else does, Sparky. It's stuck with me since my youthful Tally-day's and I've grown pretty fond of it.

Being given the lead to the start of their tour he took a paced stride ahead; He kept a reasonable pace to avoid charging ahead of his temporary ward. "Heh, Hopefully we can hit everywhere in a reasonable time." Turning out of the room he kept his mind on where the actual room for Dead and Magical Languages had been held within. It'd been some time since he'd visited it which meant he needed to dust off his directional awareness. It'd been a good thing that name plates were embedded into the walls as well, making one aware of the rooms intention and representation. His hand pressed against the door for a moment and pushed it ajar, empty. Once he'd fully confirmed with himself on the lack of presence in the room he would open it up in a casual motion. "This is our ever so lovely D and M Lang. class! It doesn't seem like the instructors here but there maybe a syllabus lying about somewhere. You know how teens get, offered a paper and stuff it somewhere.

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Repository ☆ Professor of Ancient Rune StudiesGuest
38 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

"Oh, thank you," Tamara replied when Derick mentioned how sweet her tattoos were. "About the only tattoo that I can't show you off-hand is the big red Liverpool tat that's right square in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades," she said, "its' of a liverbird clutching the English Quidditch League title in its' beak; the fact that they clinched that title last year on the grounds of their arch rival Manchester United only made it sweeter." Besides the English, Scottish and Irish national sides, there was a very active Quidditch club system in the U.K. in those countries as well. "Still can't believe the Yanks won  the Quidditich World Cup this past year; odds are, their women will do the same again this year, blast it," remembering how the United States side, after years of mediocrity, had pulled off the wizarding version of "the Miracle on Ice", and winning the 2014 QWC. On the other hand, the U.S. Women were the current champions looking for a repeat; unlike the men, they were the clear favorites in 2019. "Maybe we can borrow some of those infamous pranksters later this year, huh?" she joked as they began walking down towards the Dead & Magical Languages hall.

In her years back at Hogwarts, Professor Lyell had found that having a solid grounding in languages helped immensely in the study of ancient runes, as any number of old, often non-spoken (at least by the living) languages could be found inscribed on runes and unless you could translate them, you pretty much had the world's heaviest and largest paperweights instead of historical artifacts. "I get that. It's pretty much how I viewed the stance with Elemental Magic and a lot of other classes that could benefit from it. Defense Against the Dark Arts and even Care of Magical Creatures. Most of the students don't realize the unique nature that the course holds until they get to that final lesson plan. When it isn't all about the potential destruction but the benefits towards the land," Derick said as they headed along the hallway.

"I agree; in one of our classes back at Hogwarts - Muggle Studies, as I recall - there was a section on Muggle Religions and in one of the Abrahamic texts it spoke of how people should be stewards of the earth. This is true; doesn't matter whether you are a muggle or a wizard; at the end of the day," Tamara said, "we should all do what we can to ensure that we leave a better world for future generations," pausing as they arrived at the Dead and Magical Languages hall. "So everyone calls you Sparky, huh?" Tamara asked. "I can see why," a broad smile across her face as they entered; having noticed the embedded name plates on the walls outside, Professor Lyell made a note to bring the one she had been given back at Hogwarts and have someone install it into the currently-empty slot outside the Ancient Rune Studies hall. His hand pressed against the door for a moment and pushed it ajar, empty. Once he'd fully confirmed with himself on the lack of presence in the room he would open it up in a casual motion. "This is our ever so lovely D and M Lang. class! It doesn't seem like the instructors here but there maybe a syllabus lying about somewhere. You know how teens get, offered a paper and stuff it somewhere."

"I can imagine," Tamara replied, "either that or they keep it as a prank and force the instructor to have to re-write it," tapping the side of her head as she added, "that's why I keep it memorized and up here, so that I don't have to worry about it."

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Professor Head of Spencer ☆ Professor of Elemental Magic, Head of Spencer✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"That's a pretty big homage to slap it right on your back." There hadn't been much time for him to catch up on Quidditich and the various upsets that would occur within the sport. While he did hear snippets here and there the need to constantly keep moving and experience the less competitive aspects of the world took an immediate presence within him in the earlier years. This year he'd been a bit more exposed to the potential youth's that could catch the eye of the Australian national team and even then he couldn't make much of a comment on their chances. That didn't stop him form instilling some form of positive 'prophecy' that would hopefully prove some form of the truth behind it. "That's because they haven't seen the students that are going to start gunning here in good ol' Oz. Just give them the right venue and they'll show up and show out!" He had hoped for the most part. A smirk creased onto his lips followed by a gleeful chuckle. "Now I can't let you go borrowing students! Alumni's though? I think we can get those rolled up. You wouldn't believe the kind of shite the Headmaster and the Minister of Magic pulled as adults." He still remembered that crazy debacle back when he'd been closer towards his end year his Tallygarunga. All those floofsters running amok in the school. . . Terrifyingly exciting. 

A hum resonated from him as he listened to her, surprised that had been the state of thinking from another. "Not what I expected! Then again it just might be due to the kind of people I hung around in my younger days. . . Most wizards don't consider that particular factor. Oh, sure, they're all about bettering the Magical world and some protecting those creatures that are practically dying out which is good. But making sure both worlds are in balance and taken care of ensures that one doesn't overtake the other and more importantly? Neither suffers dramatical shifts." He had been a believer that certain things were allowed to die out to bring forth something else entirely that is equally beneficial and grows beyond what had been intended of its predecessor yet intentionally intervening to cause the destruction felt like a subversion of the natural system. "Yeap, everyone! Has noooothing to do with my fiery personality! Everything to do with the fact that I just enjoy the power of fire just a bit much." Some may even classify it as unhealthy obsession but he found it to be something worth the attention and understanding and maybe because it had been something that he could relate to in many ways. 

"Ahahaha, You've gotta take it one step further though." Derrick grinned widely allowing for his mind to work in its usual chaotic fashion. "You enchant the paper so that every time the students throw it away, it would unravel as straight as it had been before being crumpled and slip right into their bags in the most noticeable way." He chuckled at the reverse annoyance that would cause or rather the frustrated grunts that could potentially fuel from the easily aggravated students of the school. "Have to make sure it's fire and wet proof too. They'll be way too angry and up on what to do to even think about any other way to dispose of it." A soft shrug flowed from him afterwards while moving further into the room and sliding over towards the Professor's desk while casually trying to rummage through mostly the official looking parchments. "Let's see. . . Test, test. . . Essay - Merlin's stubbed toe I forgot how bad essay's for this class can be! Loooooong." He sighed and gave a thought grunt while his arms crossed against his chest. 

"It doesn't seem as if there's anything ready yet. Maybe at the beginning of the school year there might be." Then making his way back towards the entryway to the room he'd beam a bright smile. "Guess we can move on to the next fun portion of the tour! Which would be the Transfiguration Classroom." Leading the way once more he decided that it'd perhaps be good to give a bit of information to the few individuals that he'd been aware of for each subject and room. "That one is ran by Professor Viktor Valentin, pretty cool guy. A few members of his family either attend the school, have attended the school, or are Instructors in the school.

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"I tried out for Hogwarts' Quidditch club but unfortunately, broomsticks and I apparently don't mix," Tamara joked as they stood inside the D & ML hall. It wasn't hyperbole, either; three times she'd tried out...three times she didn't qualify, though it wasn't for lack of effort. To her, if she couldn't play the sport, she'd follow along , pulling for both the Irish national club and - within England - Liverpool's Quidditch side. Hearing about Australia's chances, she added, "Not only are they pretty good, but you're playing on home soil and home air...that's always going to help."

"Now I can't let you go borrowing students! Alumni's though? I think we can get those rolled up. You wouldn't believe the kind of shite the Headmaster and the Minister of Magic pulled as adults." He still remembered that crazy debacle back when he'd been closer towards his end year his Tallygarunga. All those floofsters running amok in the school.   Terrifyingly exciting.  "Oh, really?" she said, pleased to hear that practical jokes and pranks were just as common Down Under as they were back home. "You'll have to tell me sometime," she said. Hearing his thoughts on what she'd said about the relationship between wizards and muggles, Tamara nodded; for once, someone agreed with her on the subject and neither pooh-pooh'ed it or reacted otherwise.

"Yeap, everyone! Has noooothing to do with my fiery personality! Everything to do with the fact that I just enjoy the power of fire just a bit much." Some may even classify it as unhealthy obsession but he found it to be something worth the attention and understanding and maybe because it had been something that he could relate to in many ways. "So you're a firebug then, huh?" she said, deadpan as she listened to some of the various ways a professor could prank their students. "That would have to be frustrating," she replied, "after all, you crunch up a paper only to have it unravel and straighten out? Yikes," laughing at the thought of her students trying and failing to crinkle up papers. "I'll have to remember that for during the year to come," she said as Derick spoke of the Transfiguration class and the professor teaching it as they reached the hallway and proceeded towards the Transfiguration classroom. "A lifer, then," Tamara said. "Not being flippant there either; I've had people say that about me." Taking a moment to stretch her back she asked, "So when does the current term start?" removing a paper which held the school's yearly schedule. "Got here two weeks ago and unless I'm reading this wrong," pausing to take a look, "classes start in about a week and a half or so?"

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"Strangely enough, I never actually tried for Quidditich during the school days. Then again, I was more busy with family stuff." He couldn't hold a candle to the kind of chaotic up-downs that Hogwarts tended to have drawn to it but his own world at that time hadn't been much easier for him to handle. Between trying to advocate for him and his sister to stay on School grounds until they both managed to graduate and sent on their way, then taking the time to work for a bit and go to school at an attempt to provide for the duo. It never left much time for recreational fun beyond the act of setting things on fire in many cases. "Hah, You're right, that does tend to give teams a really big edge when it comes down to it. Comfortability with the atmosphere from constantly playing, practicing, and living. Can't discount hardcore fans either, they can get pretty crazy themselves when it comes to it. Seems to boost up the drive for a lot of the players.

"Oh~ Yeah. It's almost like a second nature by this point with a lot of people." It often ranged dependent on person and what they'd been exposed towards; It couldn't be argued that there were a large amount of people around that were pranksters in their own rights. He couldn't put himself on the level of Alan with the kinds of things that the man had done. "Oh, I can tell you chronicles. At least my own more recent chronicles that could be considered uh. . . Bad taste in certain circles. But I just can't help myself most days. I'll need to regale you with the times of my college days where I crashed weddings on a daily in different ways." Sometimes the University parties weren't worth the spit that had been invested into them, but weddings, one could always expect a good reaction. 

"Firebug to the end! Even have myself a protégé that I will show all of my fiery talents and ways. Er. . . In less destructive ways. Mostly because his Grandfather is the Vice Principle. Heh, I have to make sure I don't anger the big wigs!" There'd had been the underlying fact that the Head of Flinder's just looked and walked intimidatingly. It reminded him of coming across the man in his Student years as well, frightening. "If they start getting smarter about the whole paper trick, come to me, I'll get you a nice good list to drop on them for pranks. Some of these kids need to loosen up you know, life is too short for most of us that an eternal stick up the arse is a crime." He snorted which had been accompanied with a good-natured laugh. "Yea, a lifer is definitely one way to say it! He's a Dhampir, if I remember correctly, so he'll be around for a long while." He admittedly had been a bit jealous at such a talent to keep at a base age for years on end. "Just about! It officially pops open on the twenty-ninth of this month. Unless something ends up happening."

A hand rubbed at the back of his neck in thought. "With us having a staff member and a few of that members relatives in the school under watch ever since that criminal guy popped into the country, It's hard to say if it will stay that date or if they'd move it until they're certain it's safe enough for students to return. The few Auror's around weren't very conspicuous on their jobs and all to ease the worries of students and staff alike.

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"Oh, I can tell you chronicles. At least my own more recent chronicles that could be considered uh. . . Bad taste in certain circles. But I just can't help myself most days. I'll need to regale you with the times of my college days where I crashed weddings on a daily in different ways." "Hey, one's bad taste can be another's humorous release," Tamara replied, "just depends on the individual and the circumstance. This was true; you could play the same prank in two different places to two different people and, depending on the circumstances, have two entirely different reactions.

Upon hearing that Derick had a protege to pass down his firebug secrets, Tamara chuckled and shook her head a few times, trying to picture them plying their fiery trade. "Just don't go burning up everything; start small and build up," she said, pausing when he said he'd help her with some instructor's pranks if she needed any during the year-to-come. "I might take you up on that offer," she said, "and yes, sometimes you need to loosen up just to keep your sanity." This was the eternal fear; that one would become so driven in their academic and other pursuits that they'd have no time for a life, for anything other than their pursuits. She'd seen a few lose their sanity and Tamara was determined not to let that happen.

Before she could continue, things turned serious...   "Just about! It officially pops open on the twenty-ninth of this month. Unless something ends up happening." A hand rubbed at the back of his neck in thought. "With us having a staff member and a few of that members relatives in the school under watch ever since that criminal guy popped into the country, It's hard to say if it will stay that date or if they'd move it until they're certain it's safe enough for students to return. The few Auror's around weren't very conspicuous on their jobs and all to ease the worries of students and staff alike."

"That's not good, one blessed bit," Tamara said upon hearing the news. Like most who traveled from the Home Countries abroad, Professor Lyell had gotten both the Foreign Office travel briefing and, because she was a witch, a Ministry of Magic briefing. That didn't bother her, anyone traveling from Hogwarts to a Commonwealth nation got such a briefing...the fact that it was given to her by Minster Grainger herself, however, still bothered her. Never in any of the times she had traveled anywhere - even on expeditions - had she gotten a high-level briefing such as the one she'd gotten before leaving London for Melbourne...couple in the fact they had me leave via Brize Norton and not Gatwick tells me they're worried just as much as they are here, she thought.

It wasn't hyperbole either; with the Quidditch Women's World Cup coming up in June and the annual Magical Commonwealth Minster's Meeting taking place in Canberra a month following, tensions were beginning to build, she had heard, inside the British Ministry of Magic. Security concerns aside there, the fact that a dangerous criminal was on the loose somewhere in Australia simply added to the tension.... "So that explains the heightened security at Essendon when I arrived," Tamara said, keeping it in mind. "I saw the posters there but didn't put everything together until you mentioned it just now," taking a moment to fold her paper back up and slip it into a pocket once more. "Well, whoever it is, I'm sure the Ministries will do everything in their power to stop him."

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"You have a point there - but I think crashing a bunch of weddings just for the hell of it would make it into anyone's, 'Oh my gosh, I can't believe you did that!?' list." Then again, some of the wedding party members he'd encountered had been those of good sport. When a bride-zilla hit the scene what people had needed most was the destress from the bride and the crazy antics that came attached. He was fond of being the one that could deliver that kind of a good thing to others even if it had been much more self serving. 

"Where is the fun in being careful? It's all about the bigger they are the larger they burn!" A childlike grin formed on his face for a brief moment and then had been wiped away in resignation. "Or. . .At least, I would say that if I didn't expect it to backfire on me -really- badly." Somethings weren't worth the hit that would follow soon after and finding alternative routes to get the proper point across could have been much more beneficial than a 'Go nuts and burn what you see' approach. "I have him helping out with pyrotechnics for shows and stuff with a bit of magic. It isn't quite the flare but it will teach restraint and focus." He smiled and gave a firm nod towards her. "Excellent! The perfect excuse to keep students on their toes and they won't even know it until it's a fraction too late." That's just how he preferred things to be anyways, the surprise that's never suspected. 

"No, that kind of stuff never is. Here, in Australia, you don't really think about these kind of instances. Even during the crisis for Hogwarts we were untouched, unworried." Maybe 'Unworried' hadn't been the best correlation when he thought about it. But more likely that it hadn't registered to others due to no true 'Immediate' danger. "We've been given constant drilling on keep our eyes opened, making accommodations for the stationed Auror's and their investigation. Keeping watch of the more likely targets." The more worrisome thing had been there were several under that particular umbrella for the school and that had included the other students and staff members. "Not to mention they like to catch people off guard for the hell of it." He sighed  as the memory of the party hit him. "To think I hadn't thought to protect myself against a mass sleep spell while having a good time. That will show me.

"Mhm. The security probably took a larger jump after the recent death that had been linked to the guy. The campus at least  had gotten a very heavy tension of ever watchful, that's for sure." Derrick never could shake the feeling of being watched, not anymore. "Maybe. . . I mean, I've lost the thought process of letting the Ministry step in and handle things. Sounds a bit vigilante but I've had enough experiences to know that you sometimes have to do what you need to do. Not always the popular choice to some people." His arms crossed tightly against his chest and his lips turned into a crooked smile. "But the heavy stuff like this is what we're supposed to worry about as Professors. In the mean time, making the lives of the little teenies harder is where we can help keep their mind of this kind of stuff. Hopefully, anyways.

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"Its' like all the streakers and photobombers you see in the news, Sparky," Tamara replied, pausing to listen to he Professor Ackers continued on. Listening to him mention the conflict at Hogwarts some years back, she nodded and grew silent; having been in North Africa on a rune expedition, she had been away from that but students of hers' who had been involved gave her the backstory on it later on. She remembered that expedition real well; but for her knowledge of Muggle religions with regards to a certain Ark, she would not be standing alongside the other professor.

Nodding her head in agreement, she spoke up again. "Well, I'm sure they'll take every precaution they can but it also helps if we keep our own eyes and ears open; what is it our American cousins preach? 'See something, say something' I think it is. Wise words from our more precocious cousins, even if they did rebel from the mother country centuries earlier," smiling  as she looked around once again. "And there is no need for vigilantism; I've seen the end results a few times and they are not pretty. Not pretty at all."

Taking another look around, Professor Lyell took out her fedora and placed it atop her head, straightening the brim as she looked around once more. "Anyway, I better move along here," offering the other professor a handshake. "It was nice meeting you, Sparky..."

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"In the news? I do both of those things practically on a daily. I MEAN!" Derrick's eyes went shifty for a moment as he peered down one end of the hallway to the next and even in one of the nearby classrooms to make sure there hadn't been anyone else around to hear that little bit of his extra curricular activities or the very least what he'd planned to add on to that. "Always when under the influence of the brewery. We don't need to go into that kind of detail. Ahehehehe." Nails scratched at the back of his neck while adding in a cough as if it'd ease the awkwardness that could form. "Moving on!

He snorted a bit with a small smile on his face that formed. "I prefer my very: 'Burn now, question the importance of the quality later. Probably not the kind of thing that I should be thinking in this situation." He comically rubbed at his chin in a slow motion and his eyes narrowed lightly. However, his expression dimmed to a more serious hold with a sigh of resignation that followed. "Things in the world aren't pretty. Regardless of it being attributed to someone being a vigilante or not. It can be equally stated that the lack of it is what causes much more tragedies and worse? Things being downplayed for the sake of keeping things together. Much more hate and hurt actually occurs in that way." His eyes glanced at the various empty seats that had been in one of the nearby classrooms and a thought pressed into his mind. " 'The only way for evil to prevail, is for good men to do nothing.' Not really the kind of person to follow philosophy of any form. But the systems fails because not enough people do the right thing. It will always fail and fall short until that changes too.

That had been more from his own experiences in life that still held a firm hold on his worldview. The things that weren't ever so simple, that couldn't be countered as 'Black or White' but simply a grey. His hand reached out to grasp hers and shook it firmly as he smiled towards her. "Same with you, Tamara! We'll need to catch up sometime after the school year has student. I don't expect that I will be as busy, ironically. Audrey will have actual staff members back to boss around that don't amount to, 'Sparky, go do this, because just.'" 

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