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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
November, 2019 :: Spring


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

Back during the fourth year Amber had hoped 2019 would be eventful in the best of ways possible. She would be able to finally wrestle for a proper stipend legally, her boarding friends could start leaving Tallygarunga campus on their own, she could finally make the Interschool Quidditch team... Among a myriad of other things, all those fantastic things awaited her just around the corner. They all came to pass, one at a time, yet as the year went further and further onwards something intangible in her life seemed to backfire over and over and over again.

Amber couldn't really point it out if she wanted unless she were to think hard on it, and she'd never been much of a thinker to begin with. She felt like she had been pushing at her own limits, whatever they may be, more and more as time went by. Responsibilities to others and her inability to say no to people started to make a dent in her already chaotic scheduling, making her permanently exhausted; not only that, but her mental state had deteriorated rapidly over the accumulation of various little things that nagged at her own insecurities. Perhaps it was a grave mistake that she didn't let them all out to anybody.

After the macabre incident that afflicted the Franklin family, all hell broke loose inside her head. She didn't even know the woman whom perished just a day before Amber's birthday, but she was involved with that same woman's son, as well as being his friend. The event blindsided her in more ways than one, striking at her concern for the now mostly unavailable Travis while stabbing at her pride for being the daughter of halfbreed rights activists whom paid the ultimate price for their beliefs. She had once fully believed it was the right path to follow, but with a suspected werewolf out there willing to undo years upon years of work by these people, was it truly worth it? Were they truly in the right?

It all slowed Amber's energy outside of 'work' to a crawl. What she had once craved, resting, was now the bane of her existence. Only when she was exercising could she take her mind off things at all and that was exactly what she had opted to do that afternoon. She had arrived early from her usual gym training regimen and so she decided to grab a bag purposefully charmed to carry her world class broomstick without suspicion, slinging it over her shoulder and jogging down the stairs. Despite the minimally active manner in which she moved, it was certainly a cry from how rambunctious the teen used to be not a month before.

"I'm headin' out, you need something?" The Spencer spoke to her adoptive mother as she peeked her head into the living room, in quite the monotone manner. She was keenly aware that she had been looking strange, enough that Ezekiel demanded to have a private conversation with her sometime soon, and ever since she back injury she incurred at her own hands she had stopped trying to fool the woman - yet, she could only hope that Sibylla didn't notice it nonetheless.

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Narragyambie ☆ Doctor/Healer, Investor, Non-human Support Networker★ LilyCat
250 year old Pureblood Veela ☆ She/Her

The news of the attack on the Ministry woman had spread quickly through the circles that Sibylla was a part of, and she found herself feeling for the remaining family - the son who had the misfortune of having been infected years ago. She  was certain that he was not the one behind it, but the fact that there was a rogue werewolf getting around that could attack another family any time was both a concern for the safety of others, as well as a hit to the non-human community in general. The woman had spent part of her day talking with her contacts, learning what she could about the circumstances and what the Ministry had in mind to deal with it, whether it was going to lead to future issues.

As for the boy, Sibylla didn't know him personally to be able to know where he might have gone, or whether he would even trust someone offering to help him. For now, she would have to rely on others keeping their eyes and ears open for the dangers of the one behind the attack. Making sure the dangers were taken out of the picture were a darker side of the responsibilities she had taken on over the years she had been wandering the Earth, but a necessary one for the sake of those she cared for as well as those who didn't have the means or knowledge to protect themselves.

On top of that, the Veela was aware of the moods affecting both of her daughters in the wake of events. Even now, she was very aware of movement in the house while she stared out the window and sipped on tea in thought. The sound of footsteps followed by Amber's voice brought blue eyes toward the girl, and an inquisitive head tilt.

"Only to hear about what's eating at you," Sibylla said easily, before patting the spot next to her on the sofa with a gentle smile. There were cookies on the table, as well as a pot with more tea in it. She had been taking a break from communications between various groups, and Amber's somber state hadn't escaped her notice one bit. The girl wasn't really in a rush, she knew that, going out was just a way to preoccupy herself from her thoughts, something the older woman understood well. "Is it about the attack?" She asked gently as she watched Amber. She knew the boy went to the same school, that it was likely they were friends or at least acquaintances. This kind of thing tended to affect people on a wider scale than some thought.

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

'Dang it.' Amber grimaced once Sibylla questioned her, having a hard time hiding it as if she had been just caught red-handed doing something she shouldn't. It would be rude of her to just bolt out of the house in the face of the well meaning interrogation and the Spencer didn't want to make her legal guardian upset to begin with, thus resigning to her fate - she let out a sigh in defeat and soon it wasn't just her head peeking out the door frame as she circled the structure to enter the room.

Silent steps soon carried her to the seat Veela had requested Amber to sit on, and she let herself fall unceremoniously onto the cushion. It sank with the impact, her body so limp that her legs rose a bit with the momentum before she relaxed with the same limbs outstretched. Leaning back on the couch for comfort, she pursed her lips while not replying immediately, being unsure of what to say.

"I guess?" It sounded like more of a question than a statement, a quizzical look spreading in her face as she looked over at Sibylla. "And.. not really, at the same time? I'unno..." She clicked her tongue in frustration at herself as her brows furrowed and her gaze was cast away towards the cookies on the table. Despite her suddenly finding the sight quite interest she didn't look the least bit hungry.

"It's just... A number of things, really." Her nose wrinkled as she struggled to voice what ailed her, and one of her outstretched legs bent properly again just so Amber could rapidly tap her heel on the floor as a clear sign of distress. "It's hard to name what the big issue is. My head just feels like it's blowin' up all the time from stuff happening on all sides. It's dumb. The murder just feels like the one thing that didn't fit the problem bottle 'n popped the lid open."

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Narragyambie ☆ Doctor/Healer, Investor, Non-human Support Networker★ LilyCat
250 year old Pureblood Veela ☆ She/Her

Though aware that there was a possibility that Amber might not want to talk about it, Sibylla's maternal instincts were flawlessly on par in the majority of cases, and she felt like maybe the teen needed to talk. Bottling things up never helped anyone really, and more often than not they created bigger issues down the track. Or resulted in some kind of momentary break-down or distraction that could lead to some kind of harm. Also, she simply naturally wanted to be able to help, even if it was just listening and giving a hug or something.

"You guess?" It seemed that maybe it wasn't just the event that had made the public rumour mill that had bothered the teen, and Sibylla could only watch and give her time to sort out in her mind what she meant by her words. The fact that she didn't even want any cookies was a clear sign that something was definitely troubling her. Though by her own words, it sounded like it was more that there were a few things that had simply piled up. Now that was something Sib understood well.

"Well, you know you can talk to me anytime something's bothering you, right?" Sibylla tilted her head at the dark-haired girl as she set her cup down, concern in her features. She wondered if Amber felt like she still needed to hide things from her, which made her also worry about whether she had done something to make her afraid to talk with her. "Or if you don't want to talk to me, there's a school counselor, right? She won't tell anyone if there are things you want to keep secret, so long as it's nothing too concerning, or legally problematic," Sib tried to offer a gentle chuckle to lighten up her words. Amber was a handful at times, but she had a good heart, and the woman didn't actually believe she would do something too compromising, especially with her wrestling career.

"It helps to let things out now and then, otherwise you end up with it all feeling like it's piled up too high and it makes it hard to sort out the small individual things. But, I'm right here and willing to listen or try to help if you want to talk about all the things that are happening."

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

The line of questioning, while well intended, felt like a verbal slap in the face. Amber grimaced and let out a sigh as Sibylla continued, guilt visible in her eyes. She could talk? Yes, in theory. She knew that she could. Every ounce of logic in that world (even if the Spencer often lacked in that department) dictated that she could, yet she felt like she couldn't. In fact it had been one of the biggest detractors of her mental health those days, feeling like an outsider and that she would be disappointing those whom had put a roof over her head and committed sacrifices for the sake of her well being.

The bag she had been holding, a gym bag with an extension charm cast within so she could fit her entire broomstick inside, came sliding down its grip and her leg, settling down awkwardly by her feet. Taking her hands to her own face, she rubbed it to bring herself back out of her self destructive thoughts and back into reality so to be able to do the borderline torturing task of talking to Sibylla about the various things plaguing her.

"...That's just the thing." She found herself speaking without thinking it through, having reached a mental limit on what she could take despite having reservations about it. "Sometimes I feel like I can't. Or I shouldn't. No knock on ya, really-- err, how can I put this..." Amber knew she was putting her foot in her mouth already after just a couple phrases left her mouth and she let her hands fall to her lap just before she roughly shook her head to gather her thoughts.

"...There's a bunch of stuff going on, I guess I'll admit t'that, but... It kinda feels that if I bring my own crap up, I'll be lettin' people down." Her eyes finally turned to look at the Veela with apprehension. She was consistently seen as a child by most people in her life, something she couldn't blame them for given her own attitude, but it was taking its toll and chipping away at her core. It had been chipping away for so long the damage was visible, and yet she still believed her problems were stupid at best.

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Narragyambie ☆ Doctor/Healer, Investor, Non-human Support Networker★ LilyCat
250 year old Pureblood Veela ☆ She/Her

The guilty expression that Sibylla caught in Amber's gaze caused her features to fall slightly, but she quickly tried to recover, not wanting the girl to feel bad. She simply wanted to be able to help if she could, and hoped that Amber knew that. She very much thought of her as one of her own daughters, even if they weren't blood related. She'd raised her for long enough to call her one of her own, though she wondered sometimes if Amber felt the same in return. Not that she had to, she knew that the girl missed her own parents still, and it was completely understandable to not want to think of anyone else as another.

"You can't, or shouldn't...?" Sibylla asked gently, though she was patient as she waited. She had no intention of pushing Amber to spit it out, the girl needed her own time to be able to get her thoughts together to be able to say what she needed to. Rather, the blonde woman just sipped her tea as she waited quietly, paying attention to Amber's body language. It was clear that there was some frustration there, though the apprehension in her gaze when she did finally speak caught Sibylla a little off guard. She wasn't sure why Amber felt she should be guarded, or if she'd ever given her a reason to feel like she didn't have a right to be able to express her own problems.

"Amber, you couldn't let me down. Or anyone else, simply by bringing up your own issues. No one can be a stone, believe me I tried for a very long time when I was very young, to pretend that nothing bothered me. Eventually it eats away at a person, bit by bit," Sibylla set her cup down and then leaned over, reaching her arms around the girl to pull her into a firm hug, "I always want to know if something is bothering you. Whether there's a bunch of things going on or not. And I'm sure there are others who feel the same. Your feelings and issues are just as important as anyone else's."

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

For a second time Sibylla had questioned Amber's choice of words, and just like before, it stung. There was a strong sense of uncertainty in every word the Spencer had been uttering up to that point as she was having difficulty vocalizing her own problems, both out of discomfort and sheer ignorance of how to deal with any of them in the first place; to be pressured in such a way felt like she was expected to be more clear, and that she wasn't good enough in explaining herself, as if she was subpar in comparison to any other person. Her resolve in talking faltered somewhat as she felt like there was no winning in the situation, and she felt like everything she could possibly say or do would only serve to further make a fool of herself. 'Better to be thought a fool than speak 'n remove all doubt, or so they say...'

The woman continued. What initially felt like a stock reply to pretty much anybody out of being polite took a sudden shift to minimal relatability. It felt like Sibylla was describing Amber to a T as well, which she didn't doubt was the point of bringing the past up in the first place. Even with all of her own insecurities, she could tell Sibylla wanting to help was completely genuine; nevertheless, her body was still quite tense and full of hesitation as she was brought in to a proper hug. It took her several moments before she allowed herself to rest her forehead on the woman's shoulder, closing her eyes as she grappled with her own emotions.

"...It doesn't feel like they are most of the time..." She wound up muttering after a few moments of silence, her voice minimally cracking as that vulnerability tore through her otherwise upbeat facade like a knife to butter. There was plenty more she could say about her problems, and so much more she could elaborate further on, yet those were the only words that managed to make it out of her moment as she used her adoptive mother's shoulder for support for once in her life.

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Narragyambie ☆ Doctor/Healer, Investor, Non-human Support Networker★ LilyCat
250 year old Pureblood Veela ☆ She/Her

The woman could feel it, the familiar holding back that Amber had done over the years whenever she had wanted to help. She could understand it, of course, and tried not to pressure the teenager too much, while still being a carer who was active and showed interest and concern in her life and the things she was doing. No matter how much Amber might have refused in the past to lay her burdens on Sibylla, the woman had still continued to try to be there for her, and hope that one day she might finally feel like she could lean on her for support. Even so, it had been a surprise when Amber did lean into the offered hug, and the blonde held her a little tighter.

"Of course they are," Sibylla murmured quietly, "A common mistake a lot of people make is comparing their problems with those of others around them, when the most important factor is how their problem - however big or small - is impacting on them personally. No two individuals are affected the same way by the same kind of issue. And if something is really eating at you, then it's important to talk about it." She said softly, stroking Amber's hair lightly as she held the teenager. She didn't ask her to expand on the particulars of her problems, even though she wanted to.

Sibylla didn't like pushing Amber, making the girl feel like she had to be on the defensive, that was never her intent. Nor was it to make her feel guilty or stupid. But the woman had also spent enough time around teen daughters to know that it wasn't difficult to strike a nerve accidentally, so all she could hope was that Amber would know she had nothing to fear from her.

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

The longer the conversation went on, the more Amber's pain became exposed and noticeable to the world. It was quite the odd thing to her. She was used to feeling pain on a daily basis, on occasion to excruciating levels, but she usually could fix it in one way or another. That was physical pain, tangible and targetable, and it was almost always very clear what was going on; some even argued Amber had acquired a taste for it with what she did for a living. But emotional pain was a different beast. It was hard to pin down, to assess and fix, and the more one talked about it the more suffocating it became. Yet, if one were to shove it down as it was Amber's tendency, it would grow discreetly until it became overwhelming and wreaked havoc within. The difficulty with such things made her feel quite helpless and made her want to hide from it all, yet that very action was what had gotten her into that mental mess in the first place. It was the stupid thing to do, and unfortunately, the Spencer usually went hand in hand with that adjective.

She wound up thinking of herself as weak. Despite Sibylla's words, she felt weak that she needed her guardian's shoulder to (nearly) cry on to get through her problems. She felt weak that she couldn't handle her own troubles or be able to sort out her own feelings. But, as the Veela went on, a thought circled her mind. Would her parents be proud of her if she were to keep her mouth shut and isolate herself from those who wanted to stick to her like glue regardless of cost? 'Probably not.'

She took a deep breath through her nose, which inadvertently sounded more like a sniffle than anything else, before letting that same breath out past her lips in a deep sigh. Amber needed to get herself together. It wasn't over wanting to put a strong face for others anymore, but rather to accept the help that was given to her. It was the only way through which she could actually display some gratitude, or so she figured.

"...A bunch of my stuff comes from comparing myself with others, actually..." She muttered after a shudder. Even with a mental resolution of that magnitude it was quite difficult to get a clear sentence to form in her mind, let alone get it out of her mouth. "Like... For example, I know that I'm seen as... Childish, by people. Can't really blame 'em, but... I guess I wish I could just do what I want without people goin' 'oh, you're gonna grow out of it, you'll see', or 'she's just a kid in a teen's body' or somethin'. It doesn't look it, but I feel like I've pulled my own weight thus far..."

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