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February, 2019
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An AU non-canon Harry Potter-inspired forum roleplay set in Australia.

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THE AUSTRALIAN HOME OF MAGIC
Ashkar Gastrell

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Tally Staff ☆ IWP undercover Agent/Professor of Magical TheoryPoppy
45 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/Him

"Well it fucking stinks in here." was probably not the first thing Ash should have said when he wandered into Hoots & Whispers on his mission to buy his beloved Niece a pet or two. He hadn't even bothered to say it under his breath nor did he hide the movement of bringing his hand up to his nose to block the assault from the animals scents all mixed together. He should have been super posh and brought a handkerchief with a much more pleasing smell on it too hold over his mouth. The problem was he was neither posh enough to own such a handkerchief nor was he the sort of person who carried handkerchiefs.

So instead he allowed himself to get used to the assorted smells, reminding himself he’d been in places that smelt much worse than this, so much worse. It also helped that he was here with a particular goal in mind.

To get a pet for Nina, after all the girl had lost her Mother and now had to live with her Mothers doppelganger. She needed something of her own, something she could lavish feelings onto. Something that was simple minded enough that he wouldn’t really care who it went to live with or how many times it was shoved about from pillar to post.

Taking a deep breath and pushing some of his curly hair back the man descended into the shop, passing the accessories and food for the various animals he could smell and heading to the part of the shop that housed such creatures. His dark eyes grazed over toads, rats and something small, spherical and fluffy. The round puffy thing interested in long enough that he stepped closer to investigate it, which was until a long and thin tongue whipped out from the middle of the beast and tried to insert itself up his nose.

Stepping back swiftly enough that he knocked the display behind him, he pointed at the creature that admitted some kind of low humming noise “Here, we’ll be having none of that now fur ball.” He said, straighten up his shirt slightly and turning away from the creature and deciding something that was going to try and do things to his nostrils was not a creature he could bring into his home.

Shooting the offending creature one last look that bordered more on amused than annoyed, he headed to what he knew would be a safe bet. The Cats.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

How did he manage to get himself talked up into this particular situation? By self coaching that's why and it nagged at him that he would even push himself enough to walk into a pet store. To hear everything at such a high degree was the most annoying thing he could have ever considered and what made it worse? Each animal had its own sound, the way its body reacted to the natural feeling of being alive and on top of that the way their natural instincts governed to make some of the worse noises around. Scratching noises, the sound of fur and skin being slide across some form of metallic object, the barking's and mewling's of dogs and cats along with both kinds of animal's deciding it'd be a good moment to start pawing at whatever had been around. A hand rose up to one ear and his eyes widened trying to resist the urge of feeling like a drill right in the center of his brain. "Nosferatu. . . What in the hell are these animals have? ADHD?" He shook his head. 

The reason he was even near Hoot's & Whispers had been him meeting up with Rosie involving his mother, he still hadn't chewed her out about ditching at his hard worked dinner. Realization then struck that Gabby's birthday was coming soon and she could use a little cuddle buddy around the house, especially to help her develop more of that natural discipline in her. He didn't think Gemini would mind too much but he also felt it was good to force certain things on the single mother, only fair that he return the favor.  What would have made a proper gift? A young girl who had a fearless streak could take any pet but it also just had to fit her personality which meant. . . Snakes were out of the question! 

As he passed through the isles he could see the various options that they had for entertaining the different animals, making sure they got the exercise that they needed and kept up with everything. Marcus drew closer to the section where they seemed to keep much of the rodent population that could be considered domesticated pets. He leaned in to see one that had been running along a small wheel provided for it on the inside of the tank and he gave a gentle tap. "Well~ Hello there~. How are you hanging little gu-" It didn't take long for the rodent to suddenly freak out as if it were being hunted down and bolted faster than it was running on the wheel to hide in a nearby false house that gave it a sense of safety. He snorted lightly. "Hey, if I was going to eat you, then you'd have already been lunch!" He whispered threateningly. 

He should have thought this over, some animals with a higher survival instinct would definitely sense something was a bit more 'off' about him, that he'd be someone that would chase them and tackle them down like a predator. Though none of these creatures were justifiably a morsel to him, for starters, they were animals and not of humanoid status that already struck them off of his list! "Barely have enough of a supply to even satisfy me, punk." It didn't take him long to turn away and decide for animals that typically didn't have such a high pull of that level of survival in them. Well. . . Looked like his options were going to be Cats or Dogs, but even those particular animals he needed to be careful a bout. 

Marcus passed by a man, who by all descriptors, looked about as foreign as he did. Barely stepping into the pen where they kept majority of their feline tenants and there had been a ring of hisses from some of the ones that felt a bit more threatened than they needed to be. "Lords. . . You figure they'd let me say something before actually hissing at me. They all must be part of the demon cat cults." Yes, some cats, were just evil by nature. True evil that fooled people and planned the down fall of humanity and no one can say any different. 

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Tally Staff ☆ IWP undercover Agent/Professor of Magical TheoryPoppy
45 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/Him

Ash was a firm believer in the theory that people fell into one of several different categories; Cat people, dog people, bird people or heartless bastards who hated all animals. It was possible to be more than one type of people, well apart from the heartless bastard category. It was a group in which Ashkar had longed to belong too, but he just had too much of a soft spot for the damn animals. It was terribly inconvenient to his life.

This very moment was a good example of why. He’d no sooner stepped towards where the cats were cloistered up when one particularly deranged and bedraggled looking cat stole his heart. Stole in, curled up around and started licking it, flea bitten bastard. Ash had a feeling the poor sod had been here a while after all he was a small black kitten, a kink half way up a tail that looked like it was missing a good portion off the end, one eyed and what looked like a lip deformity that made it so the lip on the right side of his mouth was either missing or permanently curled up.

Ash was a firm believer in the theory that people fell into one of several different categories; Cat people, dog people, bird people or heartless bastards who hated all animals. It was possible to be more than one type of people, well apart from the heartless bastard category. It was a group in which Ashkar had longed to belong too, but he just had too much of a soft spot for the damn animals. It was terribly inconvenient to his life.

This very moment was a good example of why. He’d no sooner stepped towards where the cats were cloistered up when one particularly deranged and bedraggled looking cat stole his heart. Stole in, curled up around and started licking it, flea bitten bastard. Ash had a feeling the poor sod had been here a while after all he was a small black kitten, a kink half way up a tail that looked like it was missing a good portion off the end, one eyed and what looked like a lip deformity that made it so the lip on the right side of his mouth was either missing or permanently curled up.

He looked like pirate and was bloody perfect.

Pushing some of his hair out the way of his face, Ash was just about to kneel down and pet the unsightly Beast when the sea of cat parted as though Moses had just stepped into their midst with his staff; they seemed just about as pleased about it as he was sure sea creatures were when Moses actually showed up.

This was the moment when someone spoke and Ask turned his head to look at the interloper. He was young, looked Native American and thought that he terrified cats.

“Just be thankful they don’t have opposable thumbs.” Ash replied mildly, kneeling down and coaxing over Pirate Cat “Though,” he said thoughtfully poking the kitten on the nose as it reached up to sniff his finger “A cat apocalypse would certainly liven things up.” The kitten rubbed his cheek against Ash’s hand “We’d just have to hide the Cravendale.”  He chuckled at his own joke, before shooting as look at the other bloke “British humor. So, you are after a feline companion?”

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

Where did he stand with pets? Personally, he wasn't sure as often most didn't give him a chance and vice verse but there had been the whole circumstance of predator air that warped about him to many animalistic senses. As the man spoke a small smirk stretched along his lips. "If they had opposable thumbs I'd be screwed, opening up the cages and bolting out to scratch at my face." The irony being that he was from Egypt and many there still held a reverence towards Cats due to the more religious aspects that thrived within the country. "I don't think I could keep up running forever in a cat apocalypse. All the call for water and cat food that's expensive." A hand rubbed at the edge of his chin as his eyes glanced over the various breeds of felines that were harbored. "Maybe. . . I know I am here for a little puppers too, have to make the kiddos in life a bit happier."

That's what he gets for ever thinking getting an animal was a good idea and he knew exactly what Gem would do, make him give the animals sanctuary considering her much more modest place in comparison to his own. He never understood why she chose to live in such a small place given other factors but as long as the two of those ladies were happy he had been fine with the arrangement. "The cat is more so for the old lady. She enjoys the presence of one reminds her back home of Egypt." Personally, he always disliked the way some cats looked because some were just hairless devils. And expensive. But the more mild and loving ones were alright enough for him to feel comfortable and relax around as long as they didn't snarl. 

Marcus' eyes shifted towards the area where dogs had been kept up once more as his head lobbed left and right. "Carrying two animals out is going to be really annoying but, eh, doable." He had the strength for it but it didn't mean it wasn't going to be a hassle on how to maneuver about and finding that 'Tetris' manner of getting by the front door with everything else he'd need to carry out. "You seem to have found yourself a winner there." His attention had been brought back towards the curiously buccaneer looking cat that had been nuzzling against the man's hand. "Thinking about getting a kitty buddy to trounce around the house as if they own everything about it?"

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Tally Staff ☆ IWP undercover Agent/Professor of Magical TheoryPoppy
45 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/Him

“That is only if they were smart enough to use aforementioned thumbs.” Ash replied, his eyes only briefly leaving the kitten and shifting over to the other man “I know many people born with such an evolutionary advantage, yet, sadly, they don’t seem to possess the capacity to use them efficiently.” A shrug followed these words. He didn’t doubt that cats were smarter than the average wizard and would not doubt cause havoc with thumbs. Though he suspects tearing up some random humans face would be low of their list of priorities.

“A puppy for a child?” he asked with a raised eyebrow “That is a quite a challenge you have set for yourself.” Though he would say nothing more on the subject to the nameless terror of the cat world he was talking to, Ash thought it was a rather stupid move. Almost, if not more, stupid as buying a kitten for a child, which was exactly what he was doing.

Having decided that the pirate cat was one he was taking home, he browsed the rest of the kittens. Two would make more sense; they could entertain each other when no one was home. He continued to listen to the man’s contemplation, something about carrying out two animals and all the accessories.

Ash returned his attention to the ugly kitten, seeing which other kitten he interacted with.

“Oh yes, he is defiantly coming home with me. Ugly bastard.” He said affectionately given the deformed kitten a starch behind one ear “I am also buying a pet for a child. My niece.” He explained “A challenge of my own since I suspect I will be the one cleaning up all the cat shit.” He shrugged lightly at the taller man, before spotting another suitable kitten. Small, almost white apart from a few dark patches “Found another one.”

“What sort of dog are you considering getting?” he asked, eyes on the Terror of Cats whilst he used one hand to get the attention of the shop keeper.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"That is an excellent point. . ." Marcus mumbled lightly in consideration then remembered a few experiences where a feline has proven to be every bit of formidable as he had expected it to be. "Knowing most of those evil kitty geniuses they probably would make us -think- they didn't know how to use them before laying it into us." It was an amusing thought, that a cat would be so vindictive that it would forget such a core function as opposable thumbs which naturally they'd eventually know how to react and use them if it had ever come to pass. That or if someone was secrely splicing cat's with thumbs in their mothers basement.

Talk about a scary though in its own way. "Sounds like some of those folks don't know where to step or sit." A smirk pressed amongst the man's lips. Maybe another group or species would learn to make use of all their naturaly talents and gifts, though perhaps in his case he was being a bit hypocritical. There were a few of his natural attributes that he neglected to use purely out of the sake of proper social etiquette. 

His hand rubbed the back of his neck which followed a low laughter. "Yea. . . It's pretty counter productive to give a child another more crazed child to look after." Of course, the little girl wasn't by any means a common child who didn't understand responsibility. Rather, it was a good thing to cement those qualities that she has within it and then define them. "Figured it'd slap a smile on her face and maybe will actually be good for her. Most kids these days grow up without the right skills, maybe this will impart the right stuff for her." A shrug formed from his shoulders, he wasn't taking care of the dog himself so it wasn't that big of a deal, at least until he remembered that slight glare given to him by the little girl's mother. Nope, that meant it'd some how be in his ball park to handle for a bit. 

Eyes gazed over the various cats as he kneeled down and found one that was pretty much hairless aside from its whiskers that propped out of his snauze. An Egyptian breed cat, often prissy and reminded him every bit of a proper 'Elder Lady'. "This one isn't any prettier. . . Guess I'll snag her up for the old lady. She needs something for when I am working." That and it'd be a stress relief for her and by extension himself. 

"You pushed yourself up for a challenge there with two cats. All that yarn scattered around the house and the different corner plants tipped over with the dirt caking against the floor." Hell, when Christmas came along the tree wouldn't even survive that debacle. Poor tree and balls. "At least your niece will have some good ol' fun with them.

His attention shifted towards the kitty mougle. "A Husky, she wanted a breed that was 'similar to a wolf'. We aren't going to get an ACTUAL wolf in the house that's just sillier. . ." A hand rubbed at his chin is contemplation of the idea of even getting a Husky. "But she's energetic and goes outside often. Needs a breed that can match that kind of tenacity and energy build up.

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