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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
August, 2019 :: Winter


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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Wandless Magic ProfessorTecri
29 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

It was time to start getting used to the idea of teaching three classes instead of just one and at least this time she wasn’t tired, at least not yet and she hoped this class would go well, with no complications, considering she had the final class once this one was over. The classroom followed the same layout as in the last term, rows of tables to one side and to the other, with a large corridor in the middle so that people could walk through without complications and they might need it to perform the spells Andrea had planned for them.

Unlike in the previous class, they would continue to use Delores as their guinea pig. Andrea used a spell to make the doll slightly dirty before putting a spell on it. The student’s job was to clean the target using Scourgify however, to do it they would have to dispel the magic that would prevent the doll from being cleaned. Students were supposed to use Revelio on the mannequin before dispelling the magic and then being able to clean it. It was however, a piece of information that Andy would keep to herself to make sure they were paying attention to what they were doing.

She didn’t have anything else prepared for the students, she was sure they were going to take a while figuring out why their spells weren’t working, if they did finish sooner than she expected she could always call it a day or come up with something new for them to do. As the students filled the room she remained quiet for a while. "Good morning everyone." 

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Sturt Quidditch Team BeaterKirupachi
17 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

As per usual, Rachel didn't exactly bother to give the teacher a greeting in return. The redhead walked into the classroom without a hint of sleepiness plaguing her - if anything, the cold re-energized her and made her ready for the day. Sitting down on one of the chairs at the back of the room, Rachel looked around the classroom idly as it started to grow more and more populated over time.

Her eyes eventually landed upon a certain mannequin. How many times had she seen it at that point in that very class? An eyebrow raised pointedly with skepticism at the use of the thing - it was so common that she was starting to think Professor Riverpond had some sort of doll fetish she was trying to pass off as completely legitimate.

"Great..." She muttered under her breath. The notion sent a shiver down her spine. Why did she have to think of that?

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Exhaustion. It was a word and a feeling Amber was all too familiar with, but even then nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught on the body that had been the past few months. The break had done little to help the Spencer and she barely got any rest in before having to tackle a brand new term once again. Maybe it was time to call it quits on Quidditch? She loved it to death, but could she really keep up with five training sessions per week?

Practically dragging herself to the classroom, she responded robotically. "Mornin'." The usual energy had been completely drained from the professional wrestler. She sat down without the usual fanfare in one of the middle rows at once side, leaning back on the chair with slight poor posture as she waited for the class to start.

She really needed a longer break. That, or, she really needed to learn how to say 'no' to certain individuals.

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

"Good morning, Professor!" Ian greeted the teacher with a wide grin, announcing his own presence as he walked in to the first class of the day - at least for him. He was quite content over the break having rolled over at last, as now there were more folks around for him to socialize with; and, in a way, for him to help. He didn't like staying by himself for too long, it made him feel restless as if he didn't know what to do with himself.

Spotting a familiar Spencer, Ian made his way to her. He had been sitting with Amber through the whole past term, and it made sense in his head for that arrangement to continue. However, he could easily detect the girl's lack of energy, which was quite uncharacteristic of her. "Is there something wrong?" He questioned his friend while moving the chair next to her backwards so he could sit down.

"Hm? I'm fine, just... tired." Amber shrugged. "Doesn't matter anyway. Let's get down to business with this class, shall we?" Her words made him look at the mannequin present in the classroom, and then at the Professor with curiosity. What was the plan for the day?

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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Wandless Magic ProfessorTecri
29 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

The students seemed to be all inside the classroom, at least her eyes couldn’t spot anyone that was missing. She watched them chat with each other for a little while as she sat on her desk. She just wanted this class to go better than the previous one, she didn’t need students getting hurt in her classes, and while she could easily heal them, it wasn’t her job, the nurse needs to do something to keep the job, can’t just be lazing around.

She got off the desk and walked around the classroom a little to give them a bit more time. “First things first, today we’re using Delores again. I would ask you to get a pair, but I don’t want anyone to lose their heads.” She commented with a slightly sarcastic tone, remembering what had happened in the previous term in one of the classes. “I want you to tell me what spell can be used to clean the mannequins, and I want you all to perform it.” she stepped away from the dolls and watched the students carefully.

“I advise you all to pay attention to the dolls, not everything is what it seems.” She decided to give them a little hint on the spell they must use first to be able to cast the first spell. There was nothing that indicated the usage of a second spell, at least to inexperienced casters.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Sturt Quidditch Team BeaterKirupachi
17 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Clean the mannequin? 'Do it yourself.' Rachel rolled the eyes at the task - if the Professor wanted to make them her personal cleaning slaves, she could at least make things minimally interesting. That, or actually teach them something. She couldn't remember the last time the Professor actually did that - it was always 'do this spell' and 'do that one now' with a complete lack of instruction. For someone who learned the way Rachel did, it was quite grating to have to constantly rely on flashbacks to get the job done.

After the 'hint' - as far as Rachel was concerned, it only made it painfully obvious that there was something that would be interfering with the usage of any and all spells to actually get the job done and that they'd have to waste time figuring what was going on instead of perfecting their skills -, the girl's eyes focused on the closest mannequin. She didn't even bother try to clean it once approaching it, looking up and down Dolores with an unamused expression.

What she had to do was fairly simple - she had to use Revelio to figure out what was going on, and so she did. It wasn't the first time they had used the spell in the class (though one would think they'd have move on by then). Soon, things became clear - there was some sort of charm in place that prevented the cleaning proper until it was dispelled. 'Child's play.'

One general dispelling charm later, Rachel was free to get the job done. The doll soon was cleaned up and she had her memory to thank for that - she had the feeling others wouldn't fare so well in a needlessly complicated task, but then again, she didn't care.

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ★ Sadrienne
16 year old Halfblood Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Lorelei wasn't here. That was a problem. Lauren sat primly in her seat, staring down the doll that was about to prove her entirely impotent. In front of everyone. The teacher, and Amber Bloody Cross. She was certain that the doll was staring back at her too, smirking at her as she sat there in the middle of all these students getting the task done, some of them so easily. Lauren knew that feeling. She should have been one of them. Showing off, dirtying the doll and cleaning it all over again---but no, once again her grandmother's "great ideas" had left her high and dry.

"It is not funny," she murmured to the doll, lifting the useless hunk of wood and pointing it square in the doll's belly. A weak crackle ran down her wrist and through the length of it, zapping the doll with nothing more than static electricity. Her lips turned into an irritated scowl, and she drove the wand further into the soft belly of the doll. Pushed it backward, sliding it off the table and kicking it where it fell.

Her nostrils flared with a huff, and for once in her life, Lauren tried to shrink into the background. Fade out, escape the notice of her classmates and teacher. She did not want anyone to see her in this powerless state. It was far too much humiliation.

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Amber didn't seem much concerned with the concerned look her Dhampir friend had given her as a direct reply to her statement - at that point, whether she liked it or not, being so tired felt like just another day. She figured she could at least focus on the class to keep herself up and running, lest she end up falling asleep in the middle of class. The last thing she needed at that point was to be knocked unconscious by half of her family for even considering to have such a thing happen.

"If you say so..." Ian muttered - even if Amber looked like she needed help of some sort, it was a herculean task to aid those whom didn't wish for it. The teacher soon continued the class and both their gazes were drawn to the respective mannequins as the woman spoke. While Ian could already tell there was something they'd have to figure out, Amber ignored common sense and decided to blindly take on the task.

"Lesse..." Going through a spells list in the back of her head slower than she normally would've liked, it finally clicked in Amber's mind what she should use - uttering the incantation, the spell hit the dummy point blank; but, much to the Spencer's displeasure, nothing happened. It was as if she had done nothing at all. "What?" Was she so exhausted that she was deluded about her own actions? She shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and attempted the spell again - or, would have, if not for Ian tapping her shoulder.

"Remember what the Professor said? 'Not everything is as it seems', or something like that." The Flinders said with an encouraging smile. Amber looked from the doll to him, and back at the doll, and released a sigh of frustration. A rarity, yet her energy was so far gone she didn't particularly care about looking like she was a different person. Scratching her scalp through her beanie, she tried gathering whatever little thoughts were left in what she was sure were scrambled eggs in place for a brain.

"Yeah, yeah..." She spoke in a mostly dismissive tone, taking her time to look at what the nearby students were doing. Some were investigating the doll, some were already finished, and some were kicking at the offending mannequins in frustration. Despite her bias towards the third action, Amber decided it would be far more prudent to proceed with the first one. Investigation. "What was the name of that god damn thing again? Ya know, that thing that shows you what something's hiding and such."

"Revelio." Ian spoke, demonstrating on the dummy immediately next to Amber's. He quite pleased with the fact the Spencer was catching on to the task - slowly, but surely. All she seemed to need was a bit of a push, as all the pieces of the puzzle were there. He didn't mind lagging a bit behind the general pace of the class if it meant he could help someone out in achieving success.

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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Wandless Magic ProfessorTecri
29 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

Students were doing good in her honest opinion, they tried their best and rarely went overboard with their shenanigans. At least two of her students were able to take a hint, Rachel and Ian were doing good, and Ian was even helping his Spencer friend, who slowly was starting to get the hang of it.

However, Lauren seem to be having some trouble. Andy let the students do whatever they were doing and approached the girl. "Are you alright Miss Burdett?" Andy didn't want to push the girl, if she was able to perform the spells it was alright, if she didn't Andy wasn't going to make a scene over it, whatever was going on with the young woman didn’t concern Andy, but the fact that she had attended class it meant that Andy was supposed to be a decent teacher and actually worry about her student.

As she watched Lauren, she noticed someone had been able to perform both spells. "Very good Miss Ryan. You're free to leave, if you desire." She looked at Rachel and then turned her attention towards Ian and Amber who for the most part wore doing great. Her attention landed on Lauren once more, somehow waiting for an answer, or at least one that Andy could work with.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Sturt Quidditch Team BeaterKirupachi
17 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

"What?"

Rachel was taken aback by the teacher telling her that she was dismissed after completing the fairly simple task (at least, from her point of view). She hadn't been in that class for five minutes, and it was already over? Was Tallygarunga masquerading for a school? 'This is a shit show, more like.' Most students were still busy with the task, but, had that been the only thing the Professor had prepared?

"...Fine, sure. Whatever." She ultimately shrugged to herself and got up from her seat, hoisting her bag over shoulder, and giving the teacher a second look with brows furrowed in confusion as if wordlessly questioning if she was positive if that's what she'd have Rachel do. Seeing no return in focus as Andrea busied herself with another student instead, the redhead rolled her eyes.

She didn't know what she'd do with so much free time on her hands all of a sudden, given that the whole student body was busy with class (or so she hoped). But, did she really care? At least she had some time to do nothing. With that in mind, the Irish girl left the classroom to enjoy her completely undeserved time off.

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ★ Sadrienne
16 year old Halfblood Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The doll was on the floor, gathering dust and grime as Lauren repeatedly ground it into the floorboards with one foot. An ache opened up inside her, one of hopelessness and humiliation. She didn't know when, if ever, Lillian intended to return her abilities. What if she was stuck like this for the rest of her life? Clinging to Lorelei for the slightest scraps of power, unable to do anything meaningful for herself? Boiling hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she willed them away desperately. Surely it was enough that she was so mortified now, how was it fair that she should begin to cry as well?

And then the final death knell, the professor had noticed her.

"I am making it more dirty for better cleaning," she snapped defensively. There was no help she could be given here that would allow her to do the spell, nothing short of Lillian's interference or Lorelei entering the room would do. But she would not admit that she couldn't do it either. No one had bothered to tell her father about her predicament, which just made it all the worse. He wasn't supposed to know the finer details so she couldn't explain it. How would he feel when he heard that she had failed such a basic task, something she ought to have been able to do with her eyes closed? 

He would be disappointed, she was sure of it. Lauren Burdett, daughter of the wonderful Headmaster Alan Burdett, useless as a squib.

Her body betrayed her. For all her pretence and bluster, she was still a young girl with emotions running high. The first of the tears crept out slowly, her hand darting up to blot it away before it could be seen. Others threatened to come faster, and she glared at Andrea as if that might make the professor look away and ignore her. 

"It is a stupid task anyway," she added, figuring refusal might be a better option. "What use could we have in the real world for cleaning dolls? I don't think Daddy will be pleased with this... useless class you teach."

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

"Revelio, right." Amber nodded as Ian reminded her of what to do. They had done that spell before in class - was it her general exhaustion and poor mood that kept her from realizing what she had to do, or just her general stupidity? Eyes squinted lightly at the doll as that came to mind, but before she let her brain pursue that line of thought, she enacted the spell upon the doll.

It soon became obvious that there was some sort of charm keeping the doll from being cleaned. Logic dictated that she only needed some sort of fairly simple dispel to get the job done, but before she could, there was some sort of commotion at the back of the class. Both Amber and Ian turned to see what looked like a Sturt talking back at the teacher in a not-so-nice manner.

Amber recognized the person right away, unlike her desk partner; not only that, but as a Seeker, she always had an eye for detail - she could see her eyes getting watery, as well as a couple tears escaping despite the distance. Brows furrowed with irritation - she hadn't heard what either had said to lead to that situation, coming to the wildly inaccurate conclusion of the teacher bullying the student.

"Oy! Leave her alone, will ya?" The loudmouth spoke in an effort to catch the Professor's attention. Ian, however, had heard what was said, and tried his best to butt in.

"Amber, the Professor's not done anyth--"

He was suddenly silenced by a hand being clumsily pressed to his mouth. Amber hadn't even looked at her own limb while performing the action, leading to a couple fingers resting uncomfortably (and even painfully) on the boy's nose. A few muffled sounds escaped as he reached for the Spencer's hand, trying to pry it off without hurting her.

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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Wandless Magic ProfessorTecri
29 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

After Rachel left, Andy looked at Lauren once more, who didn’t seem to be able to complete the task, perhaps something was going on and the girl couldn’t do it? It wasn’t really Andy’s concern if Lauren could or couldn’t perform the spell, it didn’t matter. The girl was being awfully arrogant, just like a spoiled child, trying to get away with everything just because her father was the headmaster. Andy couldn’t blame her, she probably would have done the same, if she had given the opportunity to do so. “Miss Burdett, I don’t know what’s going on, and honestly, I’m not equipped to deal with student’s personal issues.” There should be someone in school with who the girl could talk to, whatever her situation was, Andy didn’t really care.

Andy straightened herself and was about to continue when she was interrupted by Amber. She rolled her eyes and turned to the student in question. Amber seemed to have gotten a different idea of what was happening between Andy and Lauren. “Miss Cross, would you please try to explain to me why should I leave a student who’s in need of help? I suggest you listen to your friend.”

The older woman walked around the class and looked at Lauren, then at Amber and then at Ian. She hardly thought they would be able to get anything done after Amber’s little display of Knight in shining armour. The professor looked around the class. “I want in my desk at the end of this class a small text explaining why wands are an European invention. There's books on the shelves you can use for research.” Andy turned around, expecting Amber to stop the charade and to take a seat. "Doesn't have to be too big, I won't be counting words as long as the information is correct. Whoever can tell me right now why wands are a European invention gets extra points.

The professor approached Lauren again. She still didn’t care about what the girl was going through, but she did have some potential. “Now you won't have to perform the spell.” Andy spoke as she walked to the front of the class. 

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ★ Sadrienne
16 year old Halfblood Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Oh. Oh no. Had that actually just happened? 

Lauren stared in abject horror as Amber came to her defense. Not that the professor seemed to give two hoots about anything that Lauren may or may not have been feeling, and while Lauren had no desire to become the focus of Andrea's attention, it irked her all the same. Weren't teachers supposed to be caring, kind, and compassionate? It seemed that this one had missed the mark entirely, though she was hardly the first woman to let Lauren down when it came to giving a shit.

It figured. Probably a friend of the Librarian, if either of the elder women were inclined to care about other people at all. At least the indignation of Amber speaking up for her had quelled the beginnings of her tears, leaving her instead to grip the handle of her wand so hard her fingers almost glowed with the pressure.

Indeed, her father would be hearing about this. Lauren was certain he was the only one who had any semblance of humanity, he at least listened to her. He didn't ask what was wrong and then tell her he didn't care, or couldn't deal with it. Even though he very rarely could comprehend what was going on in her head, he did at least try. Mostly it just involved him messing her hair up and giving her a big cuddle.

She wanted a big cuddle now.

"Wands were invented to focus and amplify magic to a level where it could be manipulated and useful to beings with lesser natural magical affinity," Lauren said softly, quoting back her grandmother's words upon being given her own wand. "Are Europeans simply weaker, and less able to naturally control the magic around them? Or does the brand of magic found in European wizards not lend itself as well to body-focused casting?"

It was a guess, but an educated one. Lillian had never gone into detail on how it worked, so Lauren was unsure of the specifics. She knew that a proper wand would wreck havoc with her own magic, but that others unaccustomed to wandless casting would be powerless without one. It seemed like a strange and problematic tether, and she assumed it had to be quite necessary to the process of magic to have become so widespread.

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

"What?" Amber talked back at the teacher. She was trying to help Lauren? What in Merlin's name made the Professor think making her cry was the right way to help her out, whatever the issue happened to be? The grip on Ian's face tightened unconsciously, causing the boy to squirm and try to pry the hand off of his jaw. The very notion incensed the Spencer, but before she could pursue the argument, Andrea shut it down - very effectively too, by the means of assigning them a grueling task.

"Oh come on now!" Amber protested just as Ian managed to free himself from her grasp. She had the whole task at hand figured out thanks to her Flinders friend, and any sort of paper could only serve to tank her grade (let alone her exhaustion interfering with any type of focus she would've been able to muster). Ian didn't seem too pleased with the outcome himself, but knowing better than to fight the teacher on the matter, the Dhampir sighed in defeat and left his desk to grab a few of the books Professor Riverpond had mentioned.

"If people are replyin' already, the hell's the point of making everyone do a paper on it?" Amber would fight having to do such a thing with tooth and nail if she had to. "This is bullsh--"

"I think we should just do as she says..." Ian interrupted his friend as he returned to his desk, ever so tactful so to interrupt her at the right moment, placing some books down on the wooden surface. He was somewhat in agreement with the teenager but felt like fighting it was fruitless and not helpful to the situation at all, and the sooner they got started, the sooner they could finish.

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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Wandless Magic ProfessorTecri
29 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her/Hers

The situation seemed to be handled, the last thing Andy wanted was students butting into other students’ affairs without them wanting others to know, which was probably why Lauren was further away from the others and hadn’t cast the spell, for whatever reason that Andy didn’t care. At least the question would not only save Lauren from displaying her inability to make the spell, it will also serve as a history moment for the students. Amber however didn’t seem pleased with the situation, and yet Andy still didn’t care. Eventually the Spencer decided to sit in her place, her friend was behaving much better.

Lauren answered and Andy wasn’t expecting any less from the young Sturt. The other students didn’t seem as happy to have an assignment, again, it wasn’t her problem. “Very good Miss Burdett, 30 points to the Sturt’s.” A smiled spread across Andy’s lips with Lauren’s question, it was a very good one indeed, and it wasn’t an easy one to answer either since no one really knows why and there are several opinions on the matter. Everyone else seemed to stay quiet, writing on their papers.

“Europeans aren’t weaker, but if we look at how Europe evolved, compared to other continents, we can see how it would be harder for them to cast magic without a focus, since many things interfer with magic.” Andy moved to her desk and leaned on it, looking forward at the students. Some weren’t even paying attention, but if they delivered their answer on a piece of paper, she could grade them. “Like Miss Burdett said, a wand became a form of a focus, something to channel the magic, and since wands have magical abilities and they link themselves to their owner, it became easier, allowing the magic to be more fluid and precise, as a consequence it became more powerful.”

She moved around the classroom, as she talked, almost different from the stern demeanour she often showed in classes. “Those who are used to wands have a hard time casting without one, it takes a lot of concentration and without a proper focus, magic can be unpredictable.” She stopped in the middle of the corridor next to Lauren. “Those who are used to not using wands, doesn’t mean their magic is weaker, but without the proper training, more complex spells, like transfiguration spells, casting them can be dangerous.” she can't keep track of how things can and will go wrong doing certain spells without wand, but she couldn't deny that some of the outcomes are indeed amusing.

“Some creatures can do it far better than us. I believe along the way, we got so used to wands that it became harder to focus without it.” Perhaps she should end the class there. "Class is dismissed. And Miss Burdett would you mind if I have a word with you in private?"

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ★ Sadrienne
16 year old Halfblood Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Europeans weren't weak? Lauren begged to differ, but given her current situation she wisely kept her mouth shut. Besides, she was still very confused by what appeared to be Amber clumsily coming to her "rescue". The Librarian had teased her about her "friend" and no amount of refutations would change her mind. Worse, her father had got in on the joke and Lauren was scared he actually believed it was true. Something about her making friends with the "cool" kids and he was proud that she could spot a good Spencer.

Lauren wanted to gag at that. She didn't, because she knew that her father had been a Spencer too, and if the tales were to be believed, a wild one. It was therefore natural he would have some lingering affection for the uncouth hellions that occupied the Eureka Underground Hallway now. She wondered if he had become blind in that affection, no longer able to see just how awful someone like Amber Cross really was.

Now the teacher was asking for a word in private. Did she mind? Of course she minded. Talking to a teacher in private was the last thing she wanted after all of this, but she knew it also wasn't really a question. The professor had the same tone in asking as her grandmother did when she said, well, basically anything. Made it all sound optional and at her convenience, but the slightest deviation from instruction would have dire consequences. Or so Lauren believed.

So she waited, her mind running at top speed coming up with the various things the professor could want to talk about. Her poor performance? Did she want to admit that European wizards were naturally pathetic with magic (at best) requiring something as cliche as a wand to cast a basic useful spell? Was it about Lorelei? Was the professor about to unleash a horder of scathing remarks, likely gathered from The Librarian? Or did the professor want some sort of favour from her father and needed Lauren to secure it? She frowned softly, watching the students dribble out one by one.

And then it was time.

Lauren stood, but didn't leave her desk. Hands folded primly in front of her, she held her chin up as if she were about to face a firing squad. Proud to the last.

"You wished to speak?"

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