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Welcome to Tallygarunga, an original roleplay set in the Harry Potter universe. Set in present-day Australia, tensions are high between the Ministry of Magic and the only Ministry-run wizarding school in the country. Become like the other snooty private schools? Not a chance.

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


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Ministry ☆ Corrupt Auror, Socialite✩ Kirupachi
29 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Evelyn was fairly certain she was starting to hold some resentment towards the resident professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts - they had the gall of requesting her to perform a substitute lecture for the second time in a single year, having little to no regard as to the Auror's busy schedule. Her outer persona demanded she'd take on the task with a smile and a kind word, yet the negative feelings were bubbling under the surface ever since; at least, they had given her the outline of the class that time, instead of having her fly blind.

Boggarts. It was meant to be a pure review class as the exams were just around the corner - its intricacies were always a common matter in SPIDERs and STINGRAYs, and a refresher of a third year matter wouldn't hurt too much. If anything, it'd serve to ease the students back into class after the break, rather than hitting them over the head with a hardcover book. However the half-Veela wasn't too keen on part of the preparation for the class: she had to get into its container herself, which meant facing it. It wasn't a problem for her to do so, as she knew how to defeat one without batting an eye, but she still didn't want to see the image of her dead daughter hovering the ground under her again anytime soon.

She wrote the key word of the day on the board just as the bell rang out for students to shuffle into their respective classrooms - the rest of the room had been arranged previously, much like the last time, as she made the desks and chairs sit upon either side of the classroom in clusters so to free up the middle of the room, in which stood the container. Once she was done, she turned around and moved to lean backwards onto her desk, almost sitting on it as she surveyed the scene before her. "Good day, everyone. As I'm sure you've noticed, your Professor couldn't be present today." 'Again.' "And as such, You have to deal with me a second time. My sincerest apologies for the inconvenience."

She let the various students get their bearings before continuing, momentarily glancing over at the word 'BOGGARTS' inscribed in big letters on the board. "This will be a quick and easy review class, I assure you. In any case, let's get started. What is a Boggart? What does it do, and how do you defeat it? What do you all know about them? Let me remind you that this very subject will be covered in your exams at length, so, even if it's a review class, let's take the matter seriously, shall we?"

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Student✩ Tecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Luckily for Max she didn’t need much for that class, all she needed was her wand, a notebook, a pen and her head. Her things were all over the place, between Laurie’s trunk, Senan’s house and the dorm room she had no idea where half her things where and what were the things that she was going to need; after their parents’ grad speech about her being old enough to find her own place, regardless of having any income or not, Max hadn’t had the disposition to organize her things.

She got in the classroom and it was mostly empty, she was expecting to find her roommate but Laurie was nowhere to be found. She wondered where Laurie was and by the look of their dorm room it was clear that the exchange student hadn’t slept in her bed either, which wasn’t normal, or she had slept there and had already tidy up the room and moved on to class, but Laurie was not there. Max decided to wait until the end of class to report it, maybe the younger Spencer had found someone and forgot about the class.

The redhead sat in the front row, Max preferred the middle or the black of the class but she was in a jam, she needed to improve her grades or she was going to fail that year and would have to repeat it, another thing she’d have to worry about, on the bright side, if she stayed one more year in Tally she could easily take a part-time job and save some money. “Good day Mrs. Parsons.” Max greed the professor once she sat down.

Max looked around the classroom as it started to fill with more and more students before deciding to answer the Professor’s question. “A Boggart is a shape-shifting creature that assumes the form of whatever most frightens the person who encounters it. We don’t know what they really look like.” Max remained quiet, she was hopping that someone would continue, almost like wanting to give someone else the opportunity to answer, but she really needed to pass. “Boggarts like confined spaces and they usually give away their presence by rattling or scratching the object they are hiding in. They can be defeated by the incantation ‘Riddikulus’ I think.” she scratched her cheek lightly, a bit embarrassed at the situation, she wasn't used to answering questions in class and felt like all eyes were on her while she was talking.

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Student✩ Tecri
15 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

Another class of the day, Lexi wanted the break to end but that didn’t mean she wanted the classes to start, there was still so many things she wanted to do before the start of the term, and now she couldn’t do any of those, although, not all was lost. She wanted to complain, but couldn’t, her last day of the break was interesting, and earlier that morning was even more, sadly, when the next break comes, she’ll still need to spend sometime at home, but at least now she knows where she can find a different kind of fun.

She made her way to the classroom with her friend. Once they arrived there were a few students sitting on their chairs and saw a familiar face, a fellow Spencer she barely spoke with, but Chloe and the redhead were friends, she had to at least be polite, but, since the girl was in the front row, and Lexi didn’t really want to call that much attention to her, she just stayed in the back and watched the events unfold.

Today’s class were Boggarts, nasty little creatures. She was going to answer but her fellow Spencer went ahead and said what was in the book, almost word by word, probably memorized it. She stayed quiet, the girl was almost reciting the damn encyclopaedia, it would be useless to speak after all that, so she just stayed quiet.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Nature Reserve Trainee, Muay Thai Instructor✩ Kirupachi
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

It was odd for Chloe to feel so refreshed - despite the constant workload even through the break, the fact that she was finally allowed to sleep at school and away from her obnoxiously strict grandparents made it so she crashed on contact with the pillow and slept like a rock through the night as opposed to study for hours. There were no dark marks under her eyes for a change as she walked in to yet another class that day, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

She hadn't noticed her sister sitting there and kept walking on auto-pilot to her usual seat. Given her well-rested state she managed to put up a mental wall early enough that the lecturer's passive charms wouldn't bother her in the least. As she got to her seat, she noticed a familiar redhead took it already; it didn't bother the Sturt in the least, and she opted to sit next to Max instead, setting her bag down on the desk.

"Good morning." She greeted both the teacher and her friend just before the class started. To her surprise, the girl she tutored promptly spewed out a short version of what was known of these elusive creatures, though she had gotten something wrong. Chloe decided to chime in, not to make her look silly, but to compound onto that knowledge.

"What defeats a Boggart is laughter." She said after the lecturer gave her permission to speak. It had always been a bit of a weakness to her - Chloe had never been the laughing type, but fortunately that was usually counteracted by the fact the class normally burst out laughing at whatever form the Boggart ended up assuming with the spell. "The spell 'Riddikulus' serves precisely to incite laughter by turning the Boggart's form into something amusing against its will."

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Bourke ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Apprentice Baker✩ Kirupachi
15 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Another term, another class. Samantha had been strangely looking forward to the school's third term that year - having gotten well into the routine of studying and working before, being hit with vacations from both sides did a number to her and suddenly hadn't known what to do. It was quite jarring to have so much free time all of a sudden, but as school picked back up again she'd have less time to worry about things due to having to get her hands dirty.

Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't a class she was particularly fond of - while self-defense was important, her accident proneness put others at risk more often than not due to the combative nature three fourths of the classes seemed to have; as for the rest, she made too many mistakes to make a dent in any exam. But, for once, fortune blew her way as she spotted her blonde cousin leading the lecture for the second time that year. Greeting her with a smile and a wave, Samantha quickly shuffled towards her usual seat roughly in the middle of all the rows - or, at least, squeeze herself into it due to how cramped the classroom's furniture was to make way for what was to come.

Boggarts.

The Bourke didn't verbally reply to the questions the lecturer brought up, feeling that Max and Chloe's replies had been sufficient. She knew very well what her own Boggart was, and the graphic nature of it made her feel uneasy; nevertheless, Riddikulus was a spell she never had much trouble performing. She would do what she had to do and win a few points for Bourke in the process.

Sensing his owner's mild distress, Harvey, the pygmy puff whom had been sitting on Samantha's shoulder, tugged lightly at her hair to get her attention. Sam couldn't help smile a little and retrieved the pink fur ball from its resting place, setting it down on the desk and rubbing the top of its head with the side of a digit.

"Your friends should be here soon enough." She whispered to the lovable creature.

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Flinders ☆ Sixth Year ✩ Kirupachi
17 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Much like her Bourke friend, Meadow wasn't that great a fan of Defense Against the Dark Arts in general - in fact she was quite averse to it in general, the only use she'd gotten from it being learning about the anatomy of various creatures. She was forced to attend because of her parents cramming the subject down her throat: they refused to believe they had a frail daughter, and as a consequence she'd need to be an expert at defending herself.

Her mood was sour when she walked in to the classroom, and it didn't get much better when she realized what was the matter to be discussed - Boggarts. Noticing the half-Veela teacher being the one to head the class, the Flinders fortified her mental defenses before stepping further into the room, at which point she walked to and sat beside Samantha, whom was petting Harvey.

"Good morning." She greeted the girl, getting a bright smile in response. Her eyes fell on the ball of pink fuzz that was presently nuzzling against the Bourke's hand, and soon one of Meadow's fingers joined in on petting the animal.

It served as a placebo for what was to come. Fear had always been her Achilles heel. She had dodged every Boggart class up to that point; yet, she did promise Travis she would do better and combat her cowardice. If anything, that class would test her mettle at last.

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Bourke ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Magic-Proofing Apprentice✩ Kirupachi
16 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ She/Her

The one absolutely mandatory class in Danielle's curriculum: Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was meant as an olive branch to give out the impression she wasn't entirely in line with those of her kind and wanted to defend herself and others against them; while true in essence, the means she was forced to go about it wasn't exactly her cup of tea. It was general knowledge in staff ranks that most practical classes were something she could pass with flying colors as it was, yet the need to keep appearances trumped everything else.

The girl walked into the classroom and didn't bother looking around as a few scents of familiar students invaded her nostrils; instead, she went over to her usual seat without paying much mind to anything else. Back row, left hand side of the split in the middle, third seat in. It was going to be one of those popular classes, and the room was quickly filling up to a greater capacity than her liking. Keeping in mind the one person she had made herself be accustomed to sitting by, Danielle placed her bag on the seat to her right as if to reserve it.

She crossed her legs and leaned back on her chair, finally perusing her surroundings. A word jumped to focus - Boggarts. Despite her outward demeanor, she could feel a sense of frustration bubbling up under her skin: it wasn't just a class she'd easily dwarf in terms of ability, but that specific matter was one she was instructed not to engage in. It was a class she could do literally nothing in past sitting down and watch, and possibly help her companion in mastering the spell to defeat the creature.

A long exhalation escaped the Bourke's nose. 'I should've skipped this one...' If there was one thing she detested, it was doing nothing; save for suckling on the lollipop located within her mouth, that was. She hoped the teacher wouldn't call her out on it - after all, the sweet taste of artificial blood was the one thing keeping her sane at the moment.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ School & Sturt Quidditch Team Captain, Chaser & Dueling Club Captain✩ Kirupachi
17 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Three hours of sleep, if that. Three hours of sleep had been the top estimate of rest Lisa calculated she'd gotten the night before, courtesy of the oldest Clarke siblings' 'punishment' over the blonde giving a QuillBook to MJ. But, had the cost been too great for her actions? Had it truly been worth it?

'Absolutely.'

Despite the sleep deprivation, the girl didn't seem in too bad a mood as she walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom halfway through the morning. Usually, one expected her to join her Sturt studying partner at the front of the class; but, given a sudden shift of priorities, Lisa didn't walk much further in. In fact, she tiredly looked around to see if she could detect someone specific.

She didn't see her girlfriend's sister, but she did see that one Dhampir she sat with all the time. Shrugging to herself, she sat at the desk nearest to the middle of the room, placing her bag atop her desk delicately. She then proceeded to remove what seemed to be a coffee-filled thermos, which she proceeded to consume with reckless disregard for the excessive caffeine intake.

The strong scent of coffee made the Dhampir's nose twitch. Looking over reflexively, she saw an apparently exhausted Sturt whom looked like she was about to keel over; more subtle than the coffee, however, was a specific scent on her. It lingered, and she could detect it had been mostly washed off, but it was somewhat familiar. From the pervasiveness of it, she could only make one assumption on what it was about.

The Dhampir's cheeks flushed as she wished her mind hadn't gone in that direction; shaking her head roughly to regain her composure, she straightened her posture and faced forwards once again. That scent was something she had picked up on MJ before, albeit in a far more amicable behavior; was that mutual connection why this Sturt was sitting all the way in the back?

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro Wrestler✩ Kirupachi
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

The break hadn't done much to fight the strange low energy bout Amber had been enduring. She practically dragged her feet to reach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom; her mood tanked when her eyes immediately focused on the lecturer in particular, and she grumbled under her breath.

"Dang it..." Her eyes drifted from the blonde to the big word inscribed upon the chalkboard - it read 'BOGGARTS'. "You gotta be kiddin' me!" The girl protested, which earned her a stern look from her considerably older cousin. For as much as her body screamed for her to leave, the Spencer didn't want to anger a Veela, and thus she begrudgingly joined her Bourke cousin down a few rows into the classroom.

As she started to pull up the chair, she noticed Harvey sitting atop Samantha's desk - she looked at it, and it looked at her, and its black, bottomless beady eyes sent a shiver down her spine. "Nope. Nope nope nope." She shook her head in rejection and roughly shoved the chair back to where it was, which granted her the confused look of her two friends; ignoring it, she moved further down the row to sit beside Meadow and away from Samantha.

"Good morning to you too." Meadow chided the lack of manners, although her brows furrowed with the Spencer's panic. "What's gotten into you?"

"Ask what's gotten into that devil over there." She pointed at the innocent looking pygmy puff. "I really don't get how y'all drool over it like it's Merlin's gift to wizardkind or somethin' like that."

"What's wrong with him?" Meadow questioned further, not having a single complaint about Harvey; said pet emitted a noise akin to purring as it felt its head be scratched by Samantha, very much enjoying the attention it was getting.

"Oh, I don't know, literally everything...?"

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Flinders ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Photographer's Assistant, Knitter, Paper Cutter✩ Kirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

MJ quickened her pace towards through the Tarnagulla Centre, not wanting to be late for class; she had been momentarily held back by a fellow Flinders seeking a new partner towards a project in Cruel & Unusual Geography, one of her main subjects. The discussion had made it so she lost track of time. Unfortunately, as she hurried on into the classroom, she noticed she had arrived just in time.

Squeezing herself through the opening between Lisa's seat and the row immediately in front of her, MJ moved to sit on the unoccupied chair between the Sturt and Danielle once the Dhampir retrieved her bag. "Sorry I'm late." She muttered to the Bourke whom gave her a reassuring smile, and then turned her head to watch the Sturt whom was presently chugging down copious amounts of coffee.

MJ would be lying if she said she wasn't grateful for Lisa's effort in teaching her various things when it came to practical magic. Her performance had spiked ever since the blonde took her under her wing, and it warmed her heart that her sister found someone who'd be willing to go to such lengths for her; at the same time, she felt uneasy about the instruction she got of not telling Aspen about it. She could tell her sister got a certain book from so many months before from Lisa precisely; would it be that great a secret? Not that she'd keep it from her own sister, anyway. Lisa was a mystery in her eyes. Why would she request such a thing?

Her thoughts derailed as she noticed the dark markings under the girl's eyes, indicative of sleep deprivation. For as inexperienced as she was, eyes widened with the realization of what had occurred - her sister and this girl had been discussing some sort of 'punishment' over MJ's newfound use of QuillBook, and the older Bourke hadn't come home all night. That could only mean one thing, and it was certainly a mental image she didn't need.

Shuffling uncomfortably in her seat and not engaging her mentor at all, MJ awkwardly cleared her throat and did her best to pay attention to the class that was already underway.

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ✩ Kirupachi
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

One of the better classes under Laurie's belt, she wasn't half as worried about its contents regardless of what they were as most of the student body did - if anything, she usually felt underwhelmed. Durmstrang had an impeccable Dark Arts curriculum: the best way to understand how to defend against them was to understand how they worked. Laurie had always excelled in that particular art, making it so that subject in question was a complete cakewalk for her and its lessons the source of boredom.

Boggart was the name of the game they'd play that day. Laurie knew what hers was - not intrinsically scary in itself, but it truly spoke volumes about her personality. She had come face to face with it back in Scandinavia, and with the strange class setup Tallygarunga 'organized' itself in, it seemed that she was to tackle Third Year material once again. At least that type of class was bound to be fun and end with people screaming.

Following Lexi in (she wasn't sure why she had stayed alongside the girl the whole morning, although it didn't bother her so much), she sat down wordlessly in her usual seat, watching the girl take the one immediately next to herself. Lazily glancing over the other side of the room, she noticed a girl with a lollipop sticking out of her mouth; it made her look away and shake her head in frustration.

"I knew I forgot something." She muttered - while she had already ingested her sugar fix that morning, it was a bit of a drug to get her through classes. Hopefully the students being scared of their Boggarts served for enough entertainment to get her through the class without her getting bored out of her mind.

She spotted a familiar redhead way up in front of class and her eyes widened a little in surprise - since when did Max sit out in front? Almost immediately after, the girl spewed out a fairly impressive amount of information regarding the subject matter, even if not entirely correct. To say the younger Spencer was impressed was an understatement.

"Not bad, Super Max." She said, although it wasn't for anyone out of her immediate earshot to hear, much less her close friend. Had she finally turned into gear regarding her studies?

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Flinders ☆ Fifth Year ✩ Kirupachi
15 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

It wasn't the first class of the day for the Flinders boy, yet he felt oddly energized. It was a subject Ian was told to take on and excelled at for the sake of Dueling, and it was an opportunity to improve upon that incredible amount of skill he'd accrued over the years; coupled with the fact he was considerably stronger those days than he had been before, his spells certainly had a bit extra oomph to them and he needed to learn how to control them. Practice made perfect and he looked forward to becoming better.

The boy looked around to see where to sit down as he entered the class, being a bit of a drifter and always joining a friend or two. Spotting Lexi and Laurie near the entrance to the room he walked up to them, but the closer he got, the more something was obvious - even if faint, he could tell the two girls' scents were mingling together far more than two normal friends' should. It made his face flush with the embarrassment of figuring out the private moment unprompted, and he felt like he shouldn't intrude.

"U-Um... Hey!" He greeted them somewhat awkwardly, forcing a smile as means to justify his temporariy approach. Deeming it enough, the boy awkwardly shuffled to the row in front of them, a few seats removed, sitting by himself.

"...Did I miss something?" Laurie commented out loud, not understanding the interaction that had just occurred.

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
18 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

Of all the points in the month for terms to come back into motion, yet again, Travis found himself in the worse kind of predicament. Three days away from the next 'change'. While he'd been managing the strength of his nature in his mind slightly better it didn't mean it'd been fully within his grasp. A stark pallor of his skin along with the sickly nature that often took it up during the current time. It wasn't as if he could miss the first weeks of class so easily either, unfortunately, it had been 'necessary' that he showed up to each one at the start of the terms. 

A hand weaved through his hair as the feeling of unease harbored within. Making his way within the classroom following the wave of students and then breaking off towards one of the desks further in back, one that seemed secluded and away from where most of the other students had been taking there seats. This seemed safer, better, least likely to garner any form of attention from anyone. 

At least until the current days discussion of focus changed his expression like a tornado. His gaze lifted up towards Evelyn, a dagger based stare though it had nothing to do with her but rather the fact that the DADA instructor that left the plan even -thought- of it as being a good idea considering the point in time that could cause a severely high danger. 'What even the -hell-.' his gaze narrowed considering what his options would be. Outright denying to participate in some many would most likely harm his grade, simply 'attending' wasn't good enough in many cases. 

There had only been one thing he truly feared, the beast and what it could do and the only power it held over him to make it all happen had been the very sight and illumination of the moon itself. 

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Flinders ☆ Fourth Year ☆ StudentSilverion
14 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ he/him

It was like fate was laughing at him. It definitely was. Defense Against the Dark Arts was a must, Gideon thought to himself, as he was taught by his sister that just like there was good that could be created with magic, there was also a lot of malice that could be born from it. He didn't enjoy the prospect, but it took quite a bit of convincing for him to not only take the class, but also keep taking it for years, as he needed to always have something to keep him and others safe should problems arise. The fine vendor of wands even said his wand was good for these kinds of spells!

But today, they were going to learn about fear, specifically the Boggarts. And while this would have been pretty spooky to him on it's own, it only got worse due to the fact that the person that was sitting next to him was none other than Chloe Stewart. Was his problem being that she was an exemplar Sturt that would most likely be a points vacuum? Not exactly, it was because felt butterflies in his stomach around her. His fingers fidgeted with the pen as she went ahead and explained how do handle such creatures, his face looking ahead yet his eyes shyly turned to her, his cheeks in a permanent state of blushing due to the proximity.

He could only hope that, should the Professor choose to make a practical lesson, he would be able to duck out of the way and avoid having to confront one, as he had no idea what kind of form it would take, and how it might choose to represent the fear of talking to the cute girl next to him. After all, Gideon was a man of many fears, the last thing he wanted was some horrendous amalgamation.

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Ministry ☆ Corrupt Auror, Socialite✩ Kirupachi
29 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

The class was quickly starting to fill up, though the seats people had chosen were vastly different in some aspects in comparison to her previous lecture - a curious development, Evelyn thought. If it weren't for her having more important things to concern herself with, she'd pick at the minds of the students if only to verify why that was. It wasn't her place to do so at the moment, however; or so she was reminded the moment her Spencer cousin's voice pierced her ears.

"Miss Cross, I'm not kidding you. Please sit down and don't cause a ruckus." A hard feat considering whom she was speaking to, but the calmness and friendliness to her words certainly helped her in her request (or so she'd like to think). From Amber, she looked away, eyes inadvertently locking with those of Travis Franklin - whom was, apparently, glaring at her. It didn't seem to have much of an effect on the woman as all she did was to smile at him prior to continuing her class.

A number of hands shot up to comply with Evelyn's request, whether it be because they wanted the points, they wanted to sound smart, or any other reason being completely irrelevant. "Go on, Miss Williams." One of the few she gave permission to speak was the redhead sitting on the front row. Not knowing her to be particularly studious from the previous encounters they had, she was left pleasantly surprised at the answer she got despite its flaws. The girl sitting beside her soon completed the reply. Even if there was more that could be said, Evelyn felt like it was a sufficient summation of the creature.

"Miss Williams, you just won yourself ten points for such a thorough reply." She spoke with a smile, before her eyes diverted to Chloe. "And you, Miss Stewart, five for completing it. Nice team work." They were likely friends, she concluded. Not feeling minimally motivated to find about such a thing herself, Evelyn let the two go and took on more answers from the rest of the class.

"Before moving on, let me make it clear that nobody has to engage in this class. Even if a Boggart is a mostly harmless creature, I do realize some fears it can be materialized to can become harmful, both physically and psychologically. So, if you feel you're not up to the task, there's no shame in bowing out of it. I only ask that you remain here until the conclusion of this class. With that being said, please stand in front of the enclosure, one at a time. Move orderly, and if anything bad happens, remember I'm here to watch over you."

As the class finally got started in her point of view, she opened the wardrobe-like structure, releasing the Boggart to face the first student that was bold enough to take it on.


[OOC: This is to be knocked out in a round or two. If your character laughs at their fear without the Riddikulus spell being cast, consider the Boggart defeated. If your character casts the Riddikulus incantation and doesn't laugh at the Boggart to defeat it, assume it was anyway due to the rest of the class doing so. If a character freezes in fear or doesn't finish the dask for any other reason, the next person can assume Evelyn handled the situation in between turns and proceed.]

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Student✩ Tecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Max was a nervous wreck as she noticed that Chloe had completed her answer, which meant the time she spent studying was wasted, but at least the professor recognized her effort. It wasn’t enough, Max was on the verge of having to repeat the year and did she want that? But she was also kicked out of her parents, meaning she didn’t have that many funds to survive, she needed to get a job, preferably right out graduating, if she graduated that year. She sat in silence next to Chloe as the Professor spoke, she couldn’t do much more.

She continued to listen. She thought it was going to be a theoretical class, but it seemed she had to face her worst fear, shouldn’t be too hard, she had already experienced it twice, no reason she couldn’t do it a third time. She played with her fingers, did she wanted to face the thing that caused her nightmares and shiver in fear? She had to be strong and take, she wasn’t going to let it control her life and her freedom to make those decisions.

The redhead stood, it seemed she was the first in line. She hesitated a little bit, but after a while she finally walked forward to face the Boggart. She shrugged a bit, but the Boggart didn’t turn into something, it did however showed silhouettes, people walking in and leaving a person’s life in a form of abandonment. Max’s face turned white for a moment before her eyes showed clear signs of anger, signs unusual for her a person of her demeanour.

She opted to stay in front of the Boggart for a while, it was her biggest fear, but in that moment, it only made her angry. She pointed her wand at it and cast the spell, it soon turned into an amusing moment, one that Max didn’t laugh at. Once the spell was done Max simply picked her things and left the classroom.

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Student✩ Tecri
15 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

As someone decided to read an encyclopaedia, Lexi was more entertained with other matters, one of them being Ian who had walked into the class but didn’t sit next to her. She bent over the chairs to catch the boy’s attention and whispered to him. “Ian? Are you alright?” she asked, worried that her friend was sick, or that something in general was wrong. Ian was sociable, Lexi couldn’t understand why he had sat away from her. She looked back at Laurie and shrugged, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

The conversation proceeded and now was time to face their worst fear. Lexi already knew what it was, and she already knew that there was no point escaping it. She was a walking bomb, at any time her health could deteriorate, now she was good, but it didn’t mean that a stronger flu virus couldn’t knock her out for a few days.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to face her fear, not after what she had seen with the other Spencer, that was weird, and it seemed like she was an attention seeker of all things. Watching the girl go she stepped forward, she didn’t want to do it, because Chloe was there, Chloe would see it and that would only worry her.

The Boggart soon turned into a tombstone, Lexi’s face turned white, but then it turns into a medical report. Lexi sheepishly picked the medical report and started reading it, a face of confusion could be seen in her face. She started from the top, stating the name of the patient, age, further it stated time of death and reason. Lexi Stewart will die of heart failure on the day of her sixteen birthday. Lexi’s confused face was followed by a laughter by throwing the record into the ground and went to take a seat in the back.

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Flinders ☆ Fourth Year ☆ StudentSilverion
14 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ he/him

Despite the fact that it was Max who got the bulk of the points, Gideon didn't care, his eyes set on Chloe scoring the last 5 points by flexing her intelligence. Her captivating, alluring intelligence. For a small moment, the boy couldn't help but gaze upon her, his thoughts only shifting back when the Professor pointed to an ominous wardrobe, making a comment about the dangers of using a Boggart for such teachings still had it's fair share of risks, and that not participating was an acceptable position. On one hand, that didn't sound so bad! He could just remain sitting and silently admire the cute girl next to him without any repercussions. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure if anyone else would back down from the challenge, what if he was the only one? Now that was a scary thought!

Waiting to see how things went, he saw the first person face her fear, the strange apparition making him already feel rather unnerved. And it must have hit Max pretty hard, as she simply walked away, despite managing to convert the creature. The second attempt was Lexi, of whom the Boggart turned into a tombstone for. Death? Well, that was a rather common one, he felt. But what seemed strange was how it became a bunch of papers, which she read and then suddenly started to laugh at. He wasn't sure what she was laughing at, but at least it did the job, no?

However, now he felt it was probably now or never. Reluctantly standing up, he walked up to the Boggart, which already began shifting shapes as he got closer. And soon enough, the visage would finally settle... Into an image of himself. But it wasn't quite right, the humanoid figure has very close characteristics to him, with the exception of it being pitch black. It was like staring at a silhouette, unable to discern any real details outside of the outer shape. It did nothing but merely stare at him, despite the fact that it had no face to even look at. Gideon's face turned to one of exasperation at the figure, the image itself being confusing at face value, yet the underlying existence of it making him feel an incomprehensible dread.

Pointing his wand at it, his hand gently shook, as he bit his lower lip in fear. "Ri... Ri... Riddikulus!" It took a bit for him to get it out, but he managed to cast the incantation, causing the figure's outfit to change. Instead of the pitch dark but still noticeable normal clothing it had, it suddenly puffed out and became a clown outfit, adorning some actual color into the silhouette's void appearance. Anything else that wasn't clothes was still colored dark, but the figure looked at itself in confusion, unsure of this strange attire. But this wasn't enough for Gideon to laugh, not even to chuckle nervously, the boy merely look at the Boggart in disbelief, while he heard laughter from those around him. If the figure was him... were they laughing at him? This thought didn't bring him any comfort, as he decided to just walk away and return to his seat, looking confused and rather shaken from the figure.

At least it wasn't anything embarrassing... right?

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Nature Reserve Trainee, Muay Thai Instructor✩ Kirupachi
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

It was finally time to get the practical part of the class underway. Chloe couldn't help but be curious as to what sort of form the Boggart would take against her - while she could certainly name a few things she feared, she wasn't entirely sure which was the worse. Before she could get up to take the initiative, however, Max had already gotten up to face off against the creature, and so she stayed in place to watch the ensuing development.

The Boggart had been an easy one to interpret, from Chloe's perspective - the fear of abandonment. It wasn't something the Sturt could relate to in any way, but it seemed to have struck at Max's core. At the very least it got a visceral reaction out of her in the form of abandoning the classroom; Chloe felt minimally compelled to go after her friend, but her attention was caught by seeing her sister be next in line instead.

What followed was something Chloe wasn't prepared to see - a tombstone with her kin's name engraved upon it. Her momentary robotic demeanor crumbled as the discomfort of the sight was clear as day upon her face: losing Lexi ranked very high up among her list of fears, and seeing it out of the blue left her feeling quite uneasy. Much to her surprise, however, her sister wound up laughing in the face of the Boggart - it looked like it had transformed into a clipboard afterwards, and the girl had found the contents humorous. While Chloe was astute enough to decipher what sort of content would be inscribed upon it, she couldn't say with absolute certainty what Lexi had wrote. Her gaze followed the girl as she went to sit in the back, the distraction giving it enough time for Gideon to go before her.

She was starting to get somewhat restless - she ultimately picked to go to Lexi over pursuing Max out of loyalty, but she still had to go through the Boggart task before it could be justifiable for her to go to the back as well. She didn't pay much attention to what was going on in class until it was finally her turn as her eyes frequently shifted to her sibling in concern.

Just as Gideon had walked past her to return to his seat, the Sturt rose without missing a beat deliberately to stop others from going ahead of her. Standing before the previously defeated creature, it quickly took shape - albeit miniaturized, a tall, caged structure formed, shaped as an octagon. Through its many openings one could see a mat with a variety of logos stamped upon a white-grey canvas, all alluding to sponsorships and combat sports companies - it was an MMA ring.

Chloe had to take a step back as the Boggart took its form due to the sheer space it decided to occupy. Her fingers idly tugged at the chain link fence of the structure. Despite the lack of activity in the ring, she knew very well what it meant. It was, in fact, two-fold - competition, and doing what her mother had been trying to get her to do for a decade at that point. The vision didn't instill fear in her heart; if anything, it was cathartic. It was a reminder that her unwillingness to do it was valid, and perhaps she should go look for greener pastures.

Taking a second step back so to give enough space to draw her wand, she cast the spell without bothering to utter the incantation, it hitting the creature and immediately starting the transformation process - while it didn't occupy any less space and its cagey appearance didn't melt away, the canvas morphed into something akin to disco floor tiles that shifted their colors seemingly at random. From the ceiling above descended a disco ball, instilling a nightlife atmosphere upon the classroom. To finish off the makeover, two faceless fighters spawned in the middle of the ring. They proceeded to have a dance battle in full gear rather than a fist fight.

While it was far from enough to get the Sturt to laugh, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips - while the Boggart displayed a competition still, it made it look quite silly, much like she saw the whole concept. As the laughter erupting across the classroom defeated the creature and she was brought back to reality, however, she recalled her sister needed her. Not bothering to go back to her seat, she placed her wand back within its holster and Accio'd her bag wandlessly from her desk. Once it was caught in mid air, Chloe shuffled to the back and set next to her favorite Spencer.

"Are you okay?" The Sturt spoke in a low tone so not to interrupt the class. Despite the laughter, she hadn't missed how pale her sister had looked when faced with the tombstone; not only that, she knew for a fact at the moment the girl had faced her worst fear. Some took it well, others not so much.

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Bourke ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Apprentice Baker✩ Kirupachi
15 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Samantha frowned as Amber suggested there was something wrong with Harvey. She looked at the pink ball of fluff presently nuzzling against her own and Meadow's fingers; how could the Spencer consider such a lovable, cuddly creature to be bad? Harvey was innocent, from the Bourke's point of view. She could tell Meadow felt the same way about it. However, there was an indescribable amount of a mixture of fear and dislike emanating from Amber that she couldn't understand at all how it came to be.

"Don't mind her, Sam." Meadow advised the fifth year with a reassuring smile. "In any case... I figure it's time for things to get started." As the Flinders spoke, Samantha looked over at the few people who were strong enough to face their fears, getting up from their seat and stepping in front of the creature. It was something she had done before; certainly, she could do it again.

"Wish me luck." She spoke with an awkward smile. Once she led Harvey to Meadow's desk for safekeeping, she got up to face the task head on. Harvey's eyes met Amber's from the shortened distance, the sheer apathy in its face and the unblinking look in its eyes being nothing short of disturbing to the Spencer. She could feel a chill down her spine as their gazes locked.

"...Odds are your god damn face is my Boggart now..."

As the Boggart had been defeated yet again, Samantha took a deep breath before stepping forward. The magical creature immediately shifted and contorted until it assumed a silhouette floating just above the ground. Upon further inspection one could detect that simulated person to be Samantha's mother; not only that, but she looked very dead.

The Bourke let out a shaky breath as her eyes processed the information, but before she could react, the image had shifted again. Instead of her mother, it was her father. And then Keira. Shreya. Zeke. The Boggart was rapidly flipping along the various people in her family, and the sight stunned her every time - she had witnessed it before, but it wasn't any easier to stomach. At one point she ran out of cousins on her father's side and it started going through the Townsends instead. Samantha had to act before it reached the Parsons family; it was dangerous territory and she couldn't have anybody infer that family link.

"Riddikulus!" She cast the spell once the Boggart had shifted to Amber's form. There had been no outward change for a moment as the silhouette remained suspended in mid air; but, in the next shift of its image, it changed into an absurd-looking doll accessorized to a ridiculous degree. The class erupted into laughter at the silliness of this doll, and the one after it, and the one after that, and so on; Samantha couldn't help laughing herself after calming down, shaking her head and letting out a sigh of relief.

Sitting back down, she didn't expect to see Meadow getting up herself. She knew the teenager avoided that type of class like the plague in all the time she'd known her. The Flinders looked quite nervous, yet held an apparent strong determination to see it through. "You can do it." She spoke the encouraging words with a smile for which she got a nod in return. She then retrieved Harvey back to her desk and watched her friend overcome her issues, and be brave for once.

Meadow Richards had never been the courageous sort. In fact, everyone would describe her as a bit of a coward. Due to her health issues and various brushes with death in her early years, she had never been entirely comfortable with putting herself through any sort of strain, physical or mental - an irony, given how much of a mess her life was at that point. But the fact of the matter was she had promised Travis that she would do better and face her fears, and more importantly, stand up for herself and succeed. If there was a good time to prove her intentions to the man, it would be to face off with her own Boggart.

With some hesitation, the minimally shaking girl stepped onward to face the Boggart. It quickly took shape - one she hoped she'd never get to see. It was that of her parents looking quite livid, glaring at her, advancing towards her and yelling at her. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying as a direct result of being absolutely horrified; as they stepped forward, she stepped backwards, wand pointed at the two. She could make out some words, such as 'disowned' and 'disappointment'. Eyes grew watery with the fear, but after a few moments of nearly drowning in it, a sense of fury welled up within her.

Why on Earth did she allow them to have such a power over her?

"Riddikulus!" The girl cast the spell with anger in her tone, as if she couldn't deal with the fact that imagery existed in the same realm that she did. The parents kept advancing, however, after two steps, they slipped and fell to the ground. Grumbling, the pair got up, only to slip again; it quickly became obvious that this would be ad nauseum. Seeing her parents in such a predicament brought a small smile to her lips. After clearing her eyes from the water inhabiting them, she chuckled, enacting her revenge on the dastardly creature.

"Way to go, Amy Lee!" Amber congratulated the Flinders as she returned to her seat. After a shaky breath, she looked over at the Spencer whom seemed to be mostly disinterested in facing her own fears - an odd sight, given how much of a reckless airhead she was known to be.

"You're not going? Did we swap personalities today?" Meadow said in jest, though Amber seemed visibly affected by the choice of words.

"Hey! Ya don't remember last time?!" Amber was deeply afraid of the Boggart indeed. "I nearly died! I'm not gonna risk that again. One thing's t'face a representation of your fear, another is to go toe to toe with somethin' that might literally kill ya before you can blink!"

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Bourke ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Magic-Proofing Apprentice✩ Kirupachi
16 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ She/Her

A sense of relief washed over Danielle as the lecturer openly stated they didn't have to face off with their Boggart if they didn't wish to. While under normal circumstances the Bourke would be willing to, the fact of the matter was that there was too great a chance of this Boggart revealing too much about her past to everyone else than she could afford to. With that in mind she made no movement to get up from her seat, leaning back on her chair and looking at her fair haired companion with curiosity.

It seemed MJ wasn't too keen on taking a shot at the task either. She wasn't the cowardly type herself, but she had a good idea of what her Boggart would be - she didn't deem herself strong enough of mind to be able to stomach the sight of her dead younger sister. She felt bad about not winning any points for the Flinders team during that class, but her mental health was more important.

"You shouldn't look at mine." Lisa commented to MJ as she moved to get up - maybe if she were to stand up, there'd be more energy pumping into her veins and she wouldn't feel as sleepy. The Sturt was fairly positive that, at that point, there was a strong possibility that her own Boggart would have something to do with Aspen. She didn't want the younger girl to be subjected to such a sight, but at the same time her reckless nature lacked the tact to bow out of the task like the others had done.

Standing up to the Boggart, Lisa witnessed transform much like it had to everyone else. At first it resembled something close to Samantha's - a hovering, deceased silhouette that sucked all the energy in the room - but it didn't shift constantly like the half-Veela's had. In fact, it took on the form of a specific individual: a male in his twenties whom had a few features similar to the Sturt's.

Silence followed for a few long, agonizing moments. Lisa's brows furrowed in confusion. Why was her brother the demonstration of her worst fear? She hardly ever spoke to the man in her life at all and didn't even know what he did for a living. It took her longer than she would've liked for her to catch herself and flick her wand so to cast the appropriate spell at the creature. It stopped levitating, feet impacting the ground with a clicking noise - was it now wearing tap dance shoes? A baton spawned in the man's hands, and a top hat covered his hair before he started performing a humorous little dance.

Uncharacteristically, Lisa didn't laugh. She didn't even smile, wholly taken aback by the vision she had witnessed prior to the performance. Lowering her wand slowly, she returned to her seat in silence. She had woken up, but not how she would've liked.

"Lisa?" MJ called for her, but obtained a shake of the head in response. Taking a hint, she didn't question her further, letting the blonde have her space. Should she mention this to Aspen behind her back?

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ✩ Kirupachi
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

"Huh? Y-Yeah!" Ian nodded to the Spencer with a bit of an awkward smile prior to sitting straight on his chair, fidgeting with the previous realization. He felt like he was intruding, and thus he left the pair to their own devices, serving as an unwilling spectator for what was to follow.

Laurie watched as her redheaded friend immediately defied the Boggart with a sense of pride - though, she'd have to ask her later what was it about all her initiative regarding classwork. The creature started to shift, rapidly transforming to something the younger Spencer was quick to interpret: abandonment. The phobia of being all alone in the world. Was that why Max was being so odd towards her for the past few weeks?

She felt a knot tie up in her stomach with the realization, face scrunching up. Not too long after the fact, she noticed the seventh year had grabbed her things and walked out of the classroom. Points be damned; Laurie took her things and dashed after her best friend once she had gone outside and Lexi had gone to face her Boggart.

Ian watched the turn of events with confusion, and before he could comment on it, Chloe had already kept Lexi busy. He was left to wait for his turn. He didn't want to take on the Boggart - he knew what it would be and represent, and knew he wouldn't take it well, but he had to get a grip. He could, right? He was fifteen. It had been many years, more than enough to be able to muster a reaction more appropriate than pure panic.

Eventually he stood up, uncharacteristically shaky. Swallowing dryly, the boy approached the Boggart. Just as he had expected, the creature morphed to resemble a grand piano, which in itself made the young Dhampir deeply uncomfortable; what pushed him off the edge, however, was the fact that the lid was closed and blood dripped out of it, quickly pooling on the ground with no end in sight.

The boy outdid his normal paleness as he froze, his brain flashing memories he'd hoped to forget. His muscles tensed. He couldn't move despite having his wand pointed at the piano, knuckles turning white with the force of his grip on it. His eyes widened as his pupils dilated with the adrenaline rush, perspiration accumulating on his forehead. Yet, he was effectively paralyzed.

After the teacher's request, Meadow got up from her seat, retrieved both her own and Ian's belongings and removed him from the classroom carefully so to take him to the nurse's office. The last thing they all needed was for the boy to succumb to a panic attack in the middle of the classroom.

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
18 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

Travis' gaze lifted up towards Meadow - WHAT. WAS. SHE. DOING?!  His teeth grit tightly, he hadn't expected her to take the step forward towards being courageous. Not -now-, it had been enough to force his teeth to start to grind in slight annoyance. If she didn't go up he could rationalize it in his mind that he didn't need to face anything, that it was reasonable that he could hold back along with the simple fact of what pulsed through his veins. "Damn it, Amy. . ." The young man mumbled under his breath as he stared at the visage of her parents that seemed to warp within the Flinder' teen's presence. Knowing the bits he knew, it caused his fingers to flex intensely only mentally considering the kind of things that would've swarmed in her mind - things that had once caused a rift between the two of them. That had been a present reminder that things could always get far more worse if certain things were unveiled. 

A long drawn out sigh pressed through his lips. It had been something he would need to face, especially once he moved. He'd be separated, gone - mostly without any in reach support unless he started to build up networks in Egypt as well. Pressing his hands against the desk he started to stand up and made his way towards the Boggart with his hand rolling up the sleeves of his shirt that he often wore through out the years of being in Tallygarunga, revealing the deep gashes of scars that covered it like a blanket of broken skin that would never know the meaning of being 'whole'. He knew better than to give Evelyn any form of 'Heads-up', if things got out of control? He didn't hope she would stop him - he expected that she would've. 

At first the Boggart shifted through several individuals on the floor, blood pooling under their bodies. It had been those that were major players within his current life: Meadow, Remi,  Liv, His Mother, Dani, Lorelei, Sam and even Amber. It had been a fear as much as an anger as his fists flexed and clutched, the tips of his sharpened nails embedding the talon like nails into his already scarred palms - ripping them open once more. The final shift of the Boggart had been the cause of the deaths, an image of Travis himself and yet not Travis. The creatures head had bene lowered, the strands of hair covering most of the face with only the gleam of a canine like eye that seemed to peer and peak through. Blood coated from the wrists and spiraled upwards along the fully revealed scarred arms  that the Boggart mimicked of himself. 

It even went to the extent of adding the effect of the blood being fresh, dripping from the edges of the nails. A gleaming light seemed to even shine over the boggart, the light pale as his skin denoting that it had been a way to emphasize the touch of the 'Moon' even further. The hostility that boiled from the boggart had been intense as well, Travis adjusting himself to always keep in its sight - away from the classroom. Why did he even think this was even remotely a freaking good idea to try and prove he could conquer it?  To face the Fear of what he always knew - Of being a Murdering Monster that held no morals. That would rip away the life of those closest to himself?

Gripping his wand tightly he raised it up towards the Boggart of Himself, bloodied and in the phase of it going through a brutal shift. 'I am a monster, no doubt about that. But I still retain control of my mind and actions. That is the difference.' An errant thought that propelled his mind to action against the fear. "Riddikulus!" The transformation seemed to halt, rapidly regressing until a series of varied colored paint smacked against the face of his Boggart self. Covering him from head to toe as if he were making a sheer mockery of the situation.  A mild smirk of amusement placed on his lips though he hadn't dared to face the class. The only sense of blood that had remained was his own that punctured his hand and stained the handle of his wand. 

Should he leave? Sit back down? What did it even matter at this point of things being revealed? He snorted at himself and made his way back towards where he'd been sitting in the very back. 

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Ministry ☆ Corrupt Auror, Socialite✩ Kirupachi
29 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

One by one, the students got up from their seats and stepped up to face their worst fears - not all, which wasn't something Evelyn could have blamed her for, but a greater number than usual; even some people she never expected to have the capacity to do so based on the little she had picked up on them over the course of a few lectures. Unfortunately, not everyone took it very well.

Things started derailing as she noticed the first student to take on the task had grabbed her belongings from her desk and stormed out of the classroom without a word, with another Spencer following after her almost immediately. From what she could observe from her vantage point, the girl's fear was that of abandonment, something Evelyn could deeply relate to. While she had briefly considered not docking points because of it, she ultimately had to over the simple fact that, if something happened to either Spencer during class, it would be Evelyn's head on the chopping block if she provided no justification.

Watching Samantha's Boggart made her almost as uneasy as facing her own - the people showing as deceased were still very much a part of her family. Fortunately the Bourke made quick work of it. Unwittingly, a deep, silent exhalation escaped the half-Veela. If it was up to her, she wouldn't have to see a single Boggart for the rest of her lifetime. She was snapped out of her thoughts as a boy had a panic attack on her watch, and she sent one of the students whom had already accomplished the task to take him to the nurse.

She watched Travis with interest as he made the move to approach the creature. She hadn't expected him to face it - a lot could come to light after all - but inwardly commended him on doing so; she didn't, however, particularly enjoy the sight of seeing her dead cousins a second time, in a much more graphic way than she had witnessed just a few minutes before. The otherwise cold blooded woman felt uncomfortable, but she didn't stop the Bourke from accomplishing the assignment.

The Boggart soon made the boy's affliction apparent. The classroom grew silent, much like she had predicted: people feared what they couldn't understand, and less than a handful expected him to be a werewolf. As the Boggart was conquered and the teenager returned to his seat, the tension in the room was palpable. It was up to her to break through it, wasn't it?

"Good work, Mr. Franklin." She spoke in a cheerful tone. "Now, we still have quite a few students left to go, don't we? I'd like to remind you that you will get extra points if you manage to defeat the Boggart. So, please, let's get to it while we still have time, unless you all want the Sturts to win at the end of the year." She joked, motivating a few to jump into action - the little tease had worked, even if in the mental count she was keeping they were in third place overall in that class.

The rest of it went without much incident. Laughter erupted a few times throughout the classroom again, serving to counteract the earlier awkwardness. Eventually, the bell rang: it was finally time to end that emotionally heavy session.

"Alright, alright. I'm quite happy with today's results. Class dismissed, and for those with any questions, I'll be here for a little while longer so feel free to come to me." With a simple wand movement, Evelyn opened the doors to the classroom. Outside, various students were already scurrying past the corridor, headed to enjoy their break properly.


[OOC: Feel free to write your character out of class.]

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Student✩ Tecri
15 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

Her health wasn’t a secret to anyone, and she knew it could happen anytime, she was always on edge and there could be one day where she didn’t wake up, she tried not to think about it, but as the Boggart had showed her, it was something she thought about constantly, waking up thinking about it, and going to bed also thinking about it. She distracted herself looking at everyone else’s Boggart but without really paying attention to them, she wanted it to be over so she could go sulk to her room.

Before she could do anything, her sister sat beside her. Lexi nodded at her. She wasn’t fine, she might have laughed but she laughed at the irony, which was enough to defeat the Boggart. She didn’t look at Chloe, was instead looking at everyone else’s Boggart, and while some drew attention from her, others didn’t, she still didn’t think much of any of them, that’s what they were fears, it wasn’t like they were going to happen.

She finally turned to Chloe and gave her sister a forced smile. “How about we talk about this over one of dad’s cakes?” she spoke, realizing that everyone was done, so they could leave. She stood up and looked at her sister. The smile she carried still seemed forced, but not as much as it was previously. Eventually they left the classroom.

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