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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
September, 2019 :: Spring


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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ☆ StudentTecri
16 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her/Hers

Despite the school being a horrible place to learn, at least in that condition and with those teachers, the Common Room wasn’t so bad, it was cosy, and it felt good to be surrounded by those who had potential to challenge her in an intellectual level, which was pretty hard to do so. She wondered how all these people who seemed to grasp the concept of education had fallen in such a poor school, wasn’t anything better out there? Or were all the teachers in Australia this bad? Maybe it was a country issue and not an institution issue? That would explain why half the teachers were incompetent and why the other half had a limited knowledge on their subjects and were very lenient with the students.

She took a deep breath and wandered across the Common Room. It was magnificent, she could see people playing chess, reading and engaging in somewhat interesting debates. That was where she felt comfortable. She looked for a place to sit, to enjoy the quietness of the room until she stopped a young man who seemed as boring as a blank sheet, but at least he was quiet and was probably meditating. She approached the couch and with a fake smile she passed by him. “Hello.” She greeted him. She tried to be polite, but that didn’t mean she had to be nice, yet, she tried. She tried to get across to the other side, and quietly made her way through.

She sat down and removed a book from her bag, she crossed one leg over the other and opened a book in German. German was so much easier than English, the world flow better. She slowly looked over at her couch companion, nope, no matter how many times she looked at him face he was still going to look as boring as a white paper sheet. It was then that she thought she could always ask him if the school had always been like this. “Excuse me, but I have a question.” She turned towards him, closing her book but leaving her index in the middle not to lose track of the page she was on. “Why does this school lack competent teachers? Or has it always been like this?”

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student, Team Seekerharu
16 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Suho was simply minding his own business. Minding his own business was something he was good at, but he wouldn't have been sitting in the Common Room trying to sleep on a couch if it hadn't rained outside and disrupted their usual training practice. Rain was no big hassle for him - as a Dhampir, he actually welcomed the chill, but some others (he's looking at you, Lisa Knotley) insisted on calling off practice for the day. That was when a disgruntled boy was forced to troop back into the school and with nothing else left to do for the afternoon, decided to head upstairs to his Common Room. There, at least, was a place where he could have some peace and quiet. The Sturts were never known as a noisy bunch.

He found a relatively comfortable spot and had just settled down into it when a girl with blonde hair breezed past. Suho didn't pay much attention to her. Any student wandering by was merely a blur of motion in his peripheral vision, ergo he glanced up in mild surprise when she threw a greeting in his direction. Who. Me. Suho raised his eyebrows. Did she mistake him for somebody else? Or perhaps she was trying to be friendly. Or pretentious. Or both. He was saved from having to make a choice of whether to ignore or reciprocate, however, for she seemed to have taken it on herself to squeeze past him and hop onto the adjacent couch.

Just great, really. A couch companion. Suho resisted a sigh, pressing the pads of his fingers to his eyes. His gaze lingered on her for a second more before tearing away to some random object in the distance. He hadn't seen her around for long, so he guessed she had to have transferred here to Tally sometime ago, yet it had never occurred to him to approach her lest she needed help. Not that she needed help. One look at that upturned nose and better-than-thou expression and he instantly understood she was a Sturt through and through, perhaps even Lisa Knotley 2.0. In all honesty, why in the world was he placed in this god-forsaken house of snobs and queen bees... He had yet to figure that out.

And that was when she surprised him yet again. “Excuse me, but I have a question.” Eyelids snapped open, his brows furrowing into light incredulity. Suho turned to look squarely at the girl's face. She seemed to have paused in her reading. Was she actually going to ask him something? Really? The tip of his tongue swept over his dry bottom lip, and Suho adjusted himself to a more... Dignified sitting position. “Why does this school lack competent teachers? Or has it always been like this?”

For a fleeting moment, Suho debated laughing. What sort of question is that? Honestly, it merely served to confirm his theory that she had transferred from some prestigious school of wizardry and was hence terribly, awfully, let down by the apparent "drop in standard" here at Tallygarunga. This was a public school. Who was she kidding? "You came from a private school, didn't you?" he began casually, eyes drifting down to the volume she held in her hands. Those was some pretty incomprehensible words there on the cover. "Like... Durmstrang?" He was only hazarding a guess. If she could read German, it only made sense that she had hailed from such a place. In a way, it also explained her entire appearance. "Well, I'm sorry, but we don't have any of those fancy schmancy 'professors' you might have had at your institute." Suho paused to read her expression, feeling a pang of satisfaction. Did she expect him to take that jibe lying down?

"If classes were such a let-down, maybe you should go see the Headmaster. You know, file a complaint or something." Suho pressed on, more recklessly, half-anticipating her to drop that polite act she had going on and bite his head off.  

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ☆ StudentTecri
16 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her/Hers

She was starting to think that perhaps that house wasn’t as good as she thought, whoever was playing chess was making some awful mistakes. It certainly reflected the incompetence of that school, no problem, she only had to stick to that school for a few years and then she could do whatever she wanted, like going back to Germany and attend Wizarding University there, that would be interesting.

The bland boy was exactly how she expected, bland, trying to show some superiority by even claiming something as obvious as her being from another school, seriously pathetic on their end, she was starting to regret asking such a question to someone who believes he’s even superior. She rolled her eyes at his display, almost as if the sound of his voice was annoying, it was certain as boring as he was. “Popsicle School it’s not a hard guess...but I got my answer.” if someone had to point out she was from Durmstrang it just proved they were as dumb as they appeared to be, but on the other hand her grades would bring shame to everyone, she will excel, as always, but it would be boring without some real competition, maybe that boy was exactly what it was, weak competition. 

“They are not fancy, they are old, they are smelly, but at least they teach, they aren’t bland either.” she spoke with soft eyes, a smile and a voice that could freeze most people, there wasn’t even a hint of emotion, almost like it was empty on the inside, it was like she didn’t care and was only trying to get a reaction out of him. It was like everyone in that god-forsaken country needed some form of validation, no wonder her sister was enjoying that place, she could get away with anything with a little pat on the back.

“Oh, you sweet summer child. You really think that would work?” she said, staring at him, a sweet smile growing on her lips, that were everything but sweet. “That’s rather cute and adorable that would suggest that.”

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student, Team Seekerharu
16 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Suho shrugged. It was at times like these when he could very potently feel his ability to snap someone in half. Though the boy had long learned to assert control over himself, especially after that episode in Whitlam Bilby, that didn't mean he didn't ever think about it. And right now, this blonde, snooty girl was getting herself a death wish.

He let her talk. Silently reveling in the fact that he had made her drop whatever mask of politeness she had been putting up for show. If there was one thing Suho couldn't quite stand, it was dishonesty. Oh, and people who thought they were better than everybody else. Did he mention that? The girl's words were barbed, the constant roll of her eyes a clear indication of dissatisfaction with his answers. He was no mind reader, but he could imagine how she had to be calling him every name under the sun right at that moment, for delivering such a dissatisfying response to her complaint. Really, Suho pinched his nose bridge, did she think he was going to agree with her? Really, what had she expected?

"Old, smelly, but not bland," Suho began with an equal dosage of coldness, easily mimicking the sliver of deadliness in her expression that could freeze over Hell (he was only too acquainted with this look). "Of course. Did they have a 'Speaking to Peasants' class? Because you seemed to have learned the meaning of social awareness to a 'T'." If she had been looking to rouse a reaction out of him, she would be sorely disappointed. Half the time it was Suho himself instigating such reactions from his fellow schoolmates, and it was a great pity she couldn't possibly know she had met her match, as the two faced each other like warring glaciers.

"Oh, you sweet summer child." The corner of Suho's lips twitched. Was it time for the name-calling, now? He had heard a lot of things, but certainly not 'sweet summer child'. Quite the imagination. "That's rather cute and adorable that you would suggest that." 

"First off," he said bluntly, at the risk of sounding like a know-it-all, "cute and adorable mean the same things. So really, you don't have to say it twice." Suho finally peeled himself away from the frigid spell of their lovely conversation to lean back against his couch. The biggest thing that irked him about this entire situation was that he had been trying to get some sleep in. Till she came along, of course.

Yet... Perhaps there was some cause to be just a little bit helpful, even though he largely didn't want to be. "The teachers at Tally can take feedback, so don't dismiss the idea before you have even properly thought about it. Or if you really feel you can't learn anything from class, understand the syllabus and go do some private studying yourself in the library." Was that a bit much? Certainly felt like too much. He wasn't interested in her gratitude in the least, but perhaps this would help thaw her whole better-than-thou demeanor. Did he mention how much he hated that?

It was at this moment Suho realised he didn't really know her name, but he simply kept mum.

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ☆ StudentTecri
16 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her/Hers

What’s with the boy and repeating? Did he have some kind of mental problem that prevented him from talking without repeating what other people were saying? Or was he just trying to look cool? Well that was getting boring, but his next words were amusing, for someone who acts like he’s better than everyone else be talking about her. People weren’t peasants, they were uncultured apes. “Yes, they did. I excel at everything, even when looking down on people that like to look down on others.” Her smile grew and her eyes didn’t leave his, most people disliked having someone looking directly at them, he didn’t seem too dislike it. She had to admit she was having a bit of fun.

Uh, someone seemed upset, was it her calling her sweet summer child? Or maybe cute and adorable? Well, neither were exactly insults, except the tone she had used to call him that, almost as if he was inferior to her, which he certainly was, getting all riled up over something like that? He hadn’t showed it much, but how he acted? It sure seemed as the icy boy couldn’t take the cold. He needed to practice a bit more to be able to rile her up, that was her domain and she was planning to keep it that way.

“You certainly look like someone who already tried that.” was she trying to provoke him? Yes, she was he going to be able to keep his cool? She wasn’t too sure, but the more they talked the more amusing it was. “But I doubt teachers would want bad feedback, even people don’t want bad feedback.” He seemed to be one of those, she certainly was one, but she often played it cool, like it was an achievement, something to be labelled as great instead of bad, no matter how people looked at it, Colette was and was always going to be better.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student, Team Seekerharu
16 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Was this girl always this infuriating with her peers? And what was she going on about people who looked down on others? Either this was a whole big misunderstanding, or she was naturally just a b- Suho smiled at her, with the barest suggestion of teeth, but it was anything but filled with mirth. "Funny, that it should come from you." In fact, this entire conversation had begun because she simply couldn't resist degrading his school. 

Which reminded him, he had much more important things to do than exchange sniper fire with a stuck up girl he didn't even know the name of. Yet... Suho furrowed his brows, more out of sheer curiosity than anything else. Who knows, she could be horribly homesick. And as much of a cheesy idea that was, he certainly wouldn't rule it out, although he was indeed rather entertained at the thought of her trying to get a ruse out of him.

"If you had capacity to think, you would have tried it before running your mouth," Suho said dismissively at her attempted jibe. Funnily enough, the casual insult didn't bear as much consequence as it might have if he were genuinely irritated by something. Sly mockery was a brand of nonchalance in his eyes. No matter whether you were a family member or friend, it was simply how he typically conversed with others. "You sound awfully sure of yourself. For someone as clever as you claim to be, teachers who supposedly can't teach shouldn't be a problem for you.

"I have an older sister who knows her stuff. She isn't the teaching kind, but I'll just throw it out there because," Suho narrowed his eyes, a fox-like smile slowly curling the corner of his mouth, "you wouldn't want me as a study buddy. Unless you want to be bored to death."

How she was going to take it, Suho already had an idea. But if she couldn't grow up and take some advice, he didn't have anything more to say, needless of all pick on. 

Then again, she was a fellow Sturt, and if he couldn't stand being around his own kind he didn't know what else.

"You going to stay here and read?" Suho raised an eyebrow, mildly arch. Must be just as well, so long as she stayed quiet. He was usually put off by overly loud and talkative people, which was very possibly why Spencer house gave him a perpetual headache (also, if she didn't introduce herself he might have to stick to calling her the blonde girl till he figured out her name).

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