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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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a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
September, 2019 :: Spring

Open The Bad Old Days

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Melbourne ☆ Headmistress of Penrose★ Sadrienne
49 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Once again she was terribly early to pick Hazel up, so Kate had snuck herself away to a far corner of the Bilby Oval. Far enough that hopefully Alan wouldn't wander out here and catch her sneaking a cheeky cigarette. She only had the odd one now and then, especially now that Matt was back and everything was better---but being here, on Tally grounds. It brought back memories. A younger self up to no good at all. Those had been the days.

She smoothed down her skirt and straightened her scarf. Kate always got looks when she came here, so obviously in the Penrose staff uniform. Her 'Headmistress' badge perfectly shined, and why was her daughter here?? they all wanted to know. Why didn't the snobby woman give her daughter a private education, if Penrose really was "all that".

Lately Kate wasn't so sure that it was. Hazel was definitely happier in the Bilby program. The more she thought about it, the more Kate felt that the strict and perfectionist world of Penrose would never be a good fit for her chaotic daughter. How had that happened? How had she and Matt created this whirlwind of a creature? Kate loved her daughter, of course, but the wild spirit was so far from anything she and Matt were. It was refreshing and wonderful but also damn confusing.

Kate sighed, looked around to be sure none of the Tally staff were in view, and lit up. Her father had requested an audience too, which was another whole thing. What to do about that? He wanted to meet Matt. He wanted to meet Hazel. She hadn't even told Hazel that she had grandparents, she and Matt had agreed on that from the start. She didn't need to know about John, about Pearl. She didn't need to know Margaret and Vince were alive. 

It was better that way, right?

There was nothing good to be gained by going back to all of that. Besides, just thinking about the minor heart attack her father would have over her smoking on Tallygarunga grounds made her smile. Screw him. She'd do what she wanted.

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Sturt ☆ Fourth Year Kirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

School could sod off for all Renee cared. The former desert dweller wanted to enjoy the chill running rampant across Narragyambie for as long as she could, it being a rarity in her life back stateside, and with the Spring (and magpie season, no less) looming in the horizon the blonde thought that made for a perfect excuse to skip class - as if she needed any. Grabbing a hoodie from her dorm room and shuffling out of the Tarnagulla Centre and completely forgoing heading to the Arithmancy classroom for the last lecture of the day, the Arizonan wandered off to less traveled areas of the campus, letting her feet be her aimless guide.

She eventually came across the fence separating both facilities. Many times she had wondered why it was even there, given the lack of actual magical protection surrounding it - even if it kept the young ones from making the trip to where they shouldn't be, older troublemakers could pass through the barrier like a knife to butter. Who was Renee to deny herself entry to the area, in the end? Little kids were far more less of an eyesore to look at than meddling, acne-riddled, hormonal teenagers whom didn't know their head from a hole in the ground. One could easily argue she could get in trouble if caught, but, did she care?

A light snort erupted from Renee at the very notion. She shook her head in good humor while reaching into a holster hanging from her belt so to retrieve a finely crafted elm wand, which she promptly used to tear a sizable hole in the chains, spanning her entire height, almost as if she had been using a blowtorch to melt through the metal. Once she was done, she pressed half the tip of the wand against a part of the metal and pushed forwards until it fell with a metallic thud on the ground.

"That was easy." She commented in a low tone to herself. The vicinity was mostly deserted due to ongoing classes - even if her entry had been less than stealthy, it was unlikely for someone to come running and tell her off. Stepping across the fallen fence, she soon lifted it to where it had once been and repaired all damage: as good as new. Even if she wasn't the most caring individual in the world regarding consequences to her actions, she didn't exactly want to make future trips to Bilby any more difficult than they had to be out of motivating the staff to curse the barrier.

It only took Renee a few steps and a turn of a corner to realize she wasn't alone - there stood a woman in uniform, lighting a cigarette, apparently enjoying some solitude. She didn't recognize the uniform at all, being mostly unaware of any outside Narragyambie's little community (or, as mother would argue, willfully ignorant and uncaring). More important than fabric, however, was the fact Renee was quick to catch on to the simple fact this person had most likely heard her spectacular entry onto Bilby grounds unless she was deaf.

However, there was something she could use to her advantage. Renee was painfully aware of the campus' policy on smoking - something she herself breached a number of times and was occasionally caught doing so - and so she let herself believe the trespassing couldn't seriously be used against her. Not only did she have that bargaining chip, but she didn't much care if she was actually expelled.

"You got a spare one of those?" The blonde spoke with an apparent complete disregard for her own survival as she stepped closer to Katherine, shielding her hands within her hoodie's pockets as she walked so to combat the cold temperature plaguing the area.

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