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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

Seeing Tyson had become the highlight of Violets week.  She was not sure that she should be doing this, but she was doing this.  It was a choice she kept making.  It was one she didn’t think she would stop making.  At least not now.  Tyson made her feel things that she had not felt in a long time, they were things she didn’t actually think she could stifle if she wanted to.  That didn’t mean she was not nervous about the many consequences that were in play.  However for now, things were better- she was happier, and she was lighter feeling.  It was a good thing.  It was all a good thing.  Even if they had been rather safe about things… she wondered how much longer she could hold out.  

Spotting him she smiled as he approached.  ”Damn what have you have been doing, you took long enough.”  There was a smirk behind her word.  There was a lot of fun in the way they would go back and forth.  Not too many people could do that with her without losing their cool eventually. ”I swear I been waiting almost all day.”  She teased as she bit her lip.  ”The aurors get you?”  She questioned.  She didn’t know how bad things had been there… she hoped it had been a little bit easier for them… but she had not actually paid attention for a few reasons.    

Violet reached to take his hand.  Squeezing it for a moment.  The small bit of affection she could offer in the open. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

Tyson had been seeing more often, she had become a breath of fresh air amongst the tension that seemed to fester in Tallygarunga. It hadn't been a bad balance either even with the potential danger of being found out having a higher chance behind it. She gave him a feeling of warmth when he was around her even if they couldn't express it so openly, even if things needed to be covered in a veil of secrecy and obscurity. He had to admit even with his own more firm start initially there had been a shift in concern on the 'What if' that could always occur. The last thing he had wanted was to get the woman into any long lasting trouble, yet, he couldn't fight the much more emotional and impulsive nature that beckoned in the bell of desire for her. 

The worries seemed to wash away from his mind even if briefly as he spotted her in sight even more so with that smile that dressed on her. "My bad, I thought I had more time to kick around. Getting every bit of studying I can with this whole Third term on the heels." He smirked towards her, at least it seemed like the light was at the end of the tunnel. All they had to do was go through these last two hurdles of his school and that would be one heavy burden lifted from their shoulders. "Did ya' miss me that much?" A grin started to form as his brow curved inwards teasingly. "Gotta' make you savor the moment when I do pop up. Can't have you taking me for granted too soon.

His head shook lightly while his hand started to couple around hers, feeling that brief squeeze around it. "Nah, just last minute brush ups. They haven't let up their vigil though so just as much of a headache as always. Don't blame em' but just still exhausting." His head nodded lightly towards her. "What's the plan on ya' list today? Plan to drag me to some place and make me wait all those minutes as pay back?" A playful smile shined brightly. 

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

One of the many things she liked about him was his smile.  It was huge and he had these damn dimples that managed to get her… Everytime she thought she needed to end this, he would smile, and then she was drawn back in.  She smiled back at him.  Ah I see so this is your whole plan deprive me of you so that I’ll want you more.  That seems like a crazy head game.” Then again she was also paying a game- but with herself.  letting out a small laugh she shrugged.  ’I suppose that makes sense… if you want someone to keep jonsing for you… Maybe next time I will make you wait for me.”  She said with a smile.  She wanted him to want her too.  It had taken her a long time to get to a place where she had admitted that. 

 ”I was thinking we could just do whatever today.  Thought you might like a little bit of freedom given the way things have been at school.” She shrugged at her suggestion.  ”I really didn’t plan for much of anything today, but I can come up with some shopping I need to do in order to make you feel as though you are waiting?”  She said with a laugh as she tugged his hand towards the shops. 

Regardless of the the activity she was spending the day with him and that was all she really needed to know.  ”I wish they would get this al sorted.  I feel like nothing has happened and people are complacent now… but not … its dangerous times.”  She sighed. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Oh man, ya' already on to my grand master plan! Sounds like I need to switch it up a bit then." A smirk grew on Tyson's face as he stared at Violet, a gentle course of his thumb lining along her knuckles slowly. Whether she was aware of it or not he had wanted her the moment they started to spend more time together, maybe even the moment the idea and desire to just be around her sparked inside of him. "I don't mind waiting too much. They say some stuff and people are well worth the wait." Or in this case, worth giving the attention to in every way that he could given the opportunities that opened up every now and then. "You love it when my eyes are focused just on you anyways.

His head nodded slowly, freedom, it sounded nice to have in the moment. Even if things weren't beyond tense in its atmosphere from whatever criminal had drawn in such a high alert there were still the binds of the major exams rolling around the corner. He followed at her tug without any resistance and a grin that formed on his face a playful idea came to mind. "Plan on showing me all of your favorite 'outfits' you can't wait to wear, eh?" Not that he would mind sitting back and watching her showcase her own fashion show, that held its own allure in so many ways that he couldn't even give a reason to them all. 

"Didn't expect it to be all solved this soon. Someone confident and known enough to send an entire country and council into high alert didn't get that way from being careless and tripping up on some girl scout cookies." As amusing as the idea was to imagine someone that was a known infamous criminal stumbling over their goal and being jailed for having an insatiable sweet tooth. . . It just wasn't something he could see really happening. "Just gives me even more reason to just spend all the time I can snag up with ya'. Can't say it's an entirely bad outcome when I think about it that way, yea?"

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

The path his thumb traced along her knuckles was not missed it was strangely intimate and affectionate.  She supposed that was a good way to explain their situation.  Strangely intimate and affectionate.  There was many things she had shared with him she would have usually kept to herself.  Like her ‘uncles’ restaurant.  Like how it was to live in South Africa before 91.   Though she didn’t really remember too much- there was enough and her mother talked about it enough for it to affect her a bit.  She shifted and smiled.  ”I know I am worth it, and I want everyone to focus on only me… you’ll do for now.”  She teased.  Though he was not too far off.  She did like when he focused on just her.   

”Actually I need to get some new goalie equipment.”  She said with a smile.  ”My girl’s get rough and wore through it.”  She said with  laugh.  She was proud of them.  They were a tough bunch though.  ”And I need to get some things for home… I have no outfits to shop for but you are more than welcome to do a fashion montage.”  She said as she nudged him lightly.  Her hand slipping into his fingers interlocking for a moment with a smile her cheeks flushing hot for a moment. 

She shrugged.  ”I suppose not.”  She agreed.  It was a lot to be on the run and then send an entire country of people into mass panic when he got too close.  He had to be a bad dude.  ”Those cookies are bullshit…”  She lamented.  For the price… it was insane.  ”But I mean y9ou never know bad guys like cookies too.”  Contrary to popular belief, cookies were for everyone. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

There had been only so much he could do, in the light, in the opened - it paled in comparison to what he wanted to do. While he was new the sensation and desires that came with being in a relationship in general, he hadn't been naïve to the walk of it and what to expect and what is often to be expected. Add on the unique circumstances between himself and her, the process of being spontaneous and creative in how he conveyed it had to be developed. Her smile had been the sign he needed to know that it was a good step. "Ha! Yea? Bet ya'll find that my kind of focus and attention is top notch, best there is!" He jokingly boasted as their fingers intertwined more securely. "Course' you gotta be careful what you want, may end up having my mind wander too much." The edge of his shoulder gently bumped into hers in a light flirtatious approach. 

"Can only imagine how often ya' go through that kind of stuff. Beaters can break stuff like it's a day job with how vicious they get." While it hadn't been the Beater's specifically, those that knew how to work their way against a Bludger may as well have taken the full credit for its destructive force. The passion that she spoke with involving her team was one of her many admiring qualities, honestly, he had wanted to see her in the act of working with them, teaching. But that was something that wasn't viable for the moment. "Sounds like ya' found yourself a personal carrying gofer." A grin formed on his face, even as the blush creeped along her cheeks which caused his grin to soften slightly. "I could use some new digs, may need a bit of help gettin' some stuff on." Any attempt to just have a 'reason' to be closer in public, or even in semi-public, when it involved clothing. 

"Aye', maybe if they packed more cookies in. It's bad when they're too addicting." Well, at least some of the flavors were addicting. It was like some kind of tease that they had planned, a conspiracy of the cookies. "Ha, let's just hope it'd be a downfall for them instead of just another day at the office.

Tyson started to walk along at a gentle pace, he didn't want to rush to their destination - as much as time had been limited he wanted to make it seem as if it were much longer than they both may end up having. "So, stuff from home, eh? What's on the list?"

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

It made her laugh.  She bumped him back and smiled at him.  ”I could get behind some focus.”  She said though in reality she had no idea how much she could actually take.  She struggled now when it came to being the center of attention.  She struggled before but at least she could hide behind the character she had created for herself.  That was one of the things she didn’t miss, they usually bothered her around quidditch time, or around the games.  Letting out a small laugh she nodded.  ”Girls are always much worse.  They are harder on everything.”  she had come to know that Girls were also much harder to get respect from. 

She didn’t mind, she had earned it from them.  She was consistent, she was fair and she had proven herself as a coach and a player time and time again.  When you took things seriously they understood it.  ”Well that is your  official title right? My personal gofer?”  She asked him with a small smile.  ”Having a hard time dressing yourself?  Well that is fairly obvious.”  She teased him as she made a show of looking his outfit over before laughing. 

’Lets start at the quidditch place get that and then I need to get some things for the house.  I need to put up new shelves.”  She said as she tugged his hand towards the quidditch shop.  "It's all that sugar, sugar is a drug."  She said shaking her head.  

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Bet ya' could get behind it." He snickered, he understood what she meant but wondered if that had been a façade or even if all the publicity and attention over the years had actually worn out on her. She didn't seem to be an attention hog, more of a competitive type where such attention just happened to present itself for the talented. "I just wanna' take for the record that ya' admitted that the girls are worse. I'll take this as a win for all male-kind." A laughter pressed outwards from him as his head tilted slightly. "But I believe it, most of the Beater's I know? Girls. They have a lot more aggression to take out than folks would think." Some more so than others, not really his position to judge on how they managed to get the aggression out - at least it was in something productive. 

Tyson also respected the dedication that people offered and put towards things they spent energy and a large amount if their life imbuing into it. Even if it did seem to cost a bit more in other areas other than time, energy, and wounds. "Oh, yea? And what exactly are the kinds of things I'll be carrying in that case? I should have set up some premium rates." In his view he was already getting paid - the chance to at least have just another reason to spend time with Violet. Something that he could use as a proper defense if anyone were to poke and prod much more than they needed to. "Vi with the right hook to the kidney, hitting a guy in the heart of his game! Now ya' have to help me regardless.

As if it would constitute a proper 'punishment'. 

She tugged, he followed even more - his feet trying to keep up with the sudden motion before lining back in motion with her speed. Brief laughter extended out from him. "New shelves? Didn't think ya' were asking me to move in already." He stated in teased tone. "They say that's how ya' can catch a hefty Politician by the toe, pieces of candy and cookies."

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

Violet looked at him and shook her head.  ”Oh no, you don’t get to claim this.”  This was one of those things that she was pretty vocal about.  ”They have to be harder on things and be worse because they need to  prove they belong on the same arena.”  She looked him over.  ”Don’t forget that.”  Violet would never back down on that honestly.  She let out a small sigh as she looked at him with a small sigh.   ”I will be sure to show you how much harder we girls have to work.”  She said as she looked at him and nudged him.  ”You can’t get a big head and sayt hat if you are going to be in the public eye.  People will judge you very harshly.”   

She was teaching him a lesson now, not in  the way she might teach her students, but in a way she wished someone had told her.  ”I had a few controversial statements because I just said shit you know.  I was not ready for the attention.  I hated the attentions.”  She said.  It was a mess honestly.  ”I feel the need to share this with you you know?  If you do get picked up by a team, you are gonna be in the middle of this storm where people want to know about you.  It’s crazy.  I didn’t know how to talk to them.  I don’t want that for you.”  Maybe she was taking her role too seriously… or maybe she was too much of a feminist. 

”As far as what you will be carrying, that is really of no consequence!”  she said with a laugh.  ”I need new linins too.  That about it honestly… I could use some throw pillows for my couch, it’s a bit bare but that’s not really important.”  She said as she looked at him.  ”Move in?  No I would have to train you first!”  She said with a laugh. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

It was rare for him to gain the opportunity to see the more virulent sparks that formed of Violet's opinions or view-points. While he expected it was a major part of her view, considering the school she worked for, he hadn't considered it was this strong. "Oh, ya' gonna show me, huh? Well, if it's you I don't think I'll mind too much, yea?" A grin twisted onto his face after she had nudged him. "People will judge me harshly regardless. Get too good? You get super hate on one end, accolades on the other. Fall short from their expectations? Ya' get more hate than a Death Eater in Europe." He had expected intense criticism no matter what road he walked, the intensity would be different depending, but the moment things would hinge on a public view everyone would be judged. "But it's still a double-edged route, yea? Sure, the ladies have to work harder to prove it - but so do guys. It may seem easy but the burden is knowing people expect you to be good -because- of what's between your legs dangling. If a gal fails it's either ridicule or 'she tried her best', for a guy? It's only the best or ridicule. No middle ground.

That had been a bit of his own experience, no doubt having to prove you're capable was a much harder slope to work - but trying to prove you weren't near useless was also a challenge when it came to male perceptions. "And yea' I get you, I definitely feel that you're trying to keep me learned from your mistakes in the past. Or, at least the stuff you feel are truly mistakes. The whole 'whether they're actually mistakes or not' still is a personal view in some cases." His hand squeezed hers tightly, securely as he conveyed the next words. "But I ain't worried too much about the weight. I was bred strong but I also have a pretty strong woman nearby that I can  trust and know supports me. It'd be rough but I trust this combined strength.

He liked her -  A lot or more specifically, wanted her more than he would have expected. 

"Aaah, get the pillows and stuff. I'll look at it as alternative weight training. Get the muscles buffed up!" He made a playful flex motion and then lowered his arms. "Oh, yea? Train me, huh? Hahaha. Somethin' tells me your training is like a walk through hells fifth gate.

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

That was the unfairness of being in the public eye.  It didn’t matter what you did someone was going to have something to say about it.  ”This may be Australia but color still matters.  They say it doesn’t but it does.”  That was something they both had have learned by now.  They were not natives- but they were still not the majority.  She let out a soft sigh.  ”It’s nothing like I remember my mom talking about being back home.  About how she and my father weren’t able to walk down the same side of the street together.”  She shrugged.  It was strange.  ”They wouldn’t have been allowed to walk with me either,  I was technically a crime.”  She said as she looked at him and then went back to the idea.  ”No they get the they tried their best too, it depends on the crowd.”  She said.  They also got passes on other things.

Well they had until recently.  She was glad some things were changing.  They needed to change.  Violet had her own stories about a man using his power but she had not thought much about them since she decided to put them behind her.  She smiled however.  ”Yiu should be wise enough to use what that woman knows.”  She didn’t like the public eye, and she didn’t want him to have to deal with the intrusion if that was how he went.  ”Have you had any one contact you about playing next year?”  she was curious what the buzz was for him at the moment. 

”There you go one way to look at it.”  She laughed.  She enjoyed his positive view of life, she felt she had a tendency to be negative and he seemed to pull her from that thought.  ”Oh you have no idea there is quite the process… maybe you’ll get to know some day.”  She hinted with a small smile as she tugged him into one of the shops.  ”Okay I need light gray sheets.  Or red.”  She said as she went to look through the many different sets of sheets. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Only color I know is red." He offered the joke in the form of a winning smile. "It'd matter anywhere and everywhere, one way or another ya' gonna be seen as some kind of 'prized pony'. But someone will always find a reason to not like ya', whether it's color or circumstances, social class or position in some kind of job or league." The edge of his thumb coursed along her hand gently as he glanced over towards Violet. "Ya' see, I come from a family where there are more wizard than just Muggles, but the numbers aren't too far apart. Both sides, kind of, my ma and pops were two muggles that held the same viewpoint. Magic bad, normal world better - always had somethin' to prove and tried to beat in me with their success. Ya know, the type to try and lord it over folks as if it were intended to meet some kinda' big thing.

Tyson's shoulders rose up as if to shrug off the entire thing. "When ya' have folks in ya' life that find a reason to hate magic and the folks who use it then ya' are put in a place where all ya' can do is shrug off opinions of others no matter how close or personal they are or can get." Being ridiculed for whom you were and what you believed or simply things that shaped you had been something he knew would always occur, even before he started getting into the game of Quidditich. Truthfully, he had always intended to ignore the large voices of the masses. "Oh, yea? I should? Maybe I just want to hear that woman's voice more often so I just keep slapping out reasons for her to talk and advise me?" Low laughter exhumed from him. The following question causing a slightly more serious look to appear on his face. "VMU reached out to me for a scholarship, so did Red Dust out in the North. Been waiting for others to come in, especially now with the school year winding tightly.

He followed behind her into one of the shops as she took the lead, it felt weird being led by another person in this kind of manner. And not something he felt resistant against either. "Oh, yea? Only some day? Sounds like ya' might be more anticipating it than I am!" Which wasn't a bad thing either, it would mean at least they were on the same page on where they 'intended' to be, to see where the walk went. "Always Gotta' go to the red, it's the color that pops out more. Much more worth it when ya' roll around on it for comfort."

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

Violet knew the anti magic thing well.  ”That is ultimately the reason my mother pushed to leave South Africa.”  She looked at him.  ”Where we lived it was not un common to see the oldest woman in the neighborhood casting the devils and the demons out of someone’s home.  My child like use of magic without knowing- it made it doubly unsafe for us as a family you know?”  She said as she shrugged.  ”Then we moved among muggles but they didn’t seem as keen to cast demons out the way they did back home.”  She could remember her mother talking about watching these things and how those with magic were not understood and often times found themselves in trouble.  People hated different. 

It seemed like a major thing they both walked into in their lives without so much as asking for it.  That was just how it went she supposed.  She was at least happier than she had been in a while.  Leaving quidditch behind her was hard, she had felt so gutted when she lost the game.  It was much better now that she was not in the spotlight and she was enjoying her time now.  She smiled at him.  ”That would be entirely too clever of you.”  She said.  ”I don’t know if you could really pull that off.”  she teased.  

”Are they good offers?”  She asked him.  Like how much did they offer, if they would offer more in ways of other things, housing and what not.  ”What about teams?  Have you been scouted to skip uni?”  She asked him.  She liked to think she had a bit of a business mind now that she had been through it.  ”I had several offers before I settled- but I think if they want you enough, school or pro team… you can play them off one another and get what you want.  Do you think you will go the school route?”  he was smart… it would be a good option for him. 

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17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Casting demons out, eh? Gotta' say, the curiosity in me would want to see that." His face contorted for a moment as if he were re-thinking that kind of encounter entirely. "Er. . . Far away, ya dig? I ain't in the business of having one jump into me if it does hold some merit behind it." Tyson snickered lightly with the usual grin that often graced his face. "But I get what ya' mean, some might think as a kid ya' would have been possessed or somethin'. Could have gotten pretty dangerous in a lot of ways I bet." Other countries and their cultures, it could be volatile as much as it had been rich. There had been several things often taken for granted. "Explain bit though, yo.  Ya' lived a life where ya' needed to be extremely cautious, watch everythin' around and hope ya' didn't mess up or stumble. The kind of awareness that is like. . ." A hand rose up to rub along the side of his cheek in thought. "Like knowing that kind of stuff is still underneath and just covered up to look as if it's all solved, kind of deal."

Tyson's head slowly nodded as he clenched his lips together. "Those the guns you're firin' with huh? Heh. I worked on that plan all of five seconds in the moment. I'm a genius on the full court press." He gave another gentle bump against her as a form of retaliation for the comment she made. "Can't have ya' seein' my secret play book either. Keep that in a safe place."  Eyes pinned on her as he admired the shape of her natural form, she was an amazing masterpiece. What had been more of a call to him, however, had been the realization that this was a lot larger than he had anticipated it would be. Even as he tried to laugh it off as no big deal when they first met, it -was- a big deal - for the better in his opinion. There was a different air about her, something that was much more inviting to him - as if it were okay that they were taking this kind of route. 

"They are, full scholarships as long as I keep to the stipulations of the agreement with practice time and grades being kept up." He rubbed the back of his neck and trailed along the graze of his hair. "Yea, an American team sent word to me - The home team here didn't, maybe they're waitin' to see what I can put up in the college level. But I ain't gonna grab anything out of Australia as a choice." That wasn't viable - not anymore to him. "Maybe if I didn't have other wants, ya know? But there's other stuff I want that has me super focused on making an impact home. But I definitely plan to go the school route and seein' which ones are willin' to up the ante."

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Violet rolled her yes.  ”yes casting out demons.”  It was not something she talked about a lot.  ”I wouldn’t worry you wouldn’t be allowed to participate if you would be somehow compromised.”  She assured him.  There were rules to all of this.  Looking at him she shrugged.  ”It was life you know, we did what we had to do.”  It was not as though she could change the fact she was of mixed race anymore than either of them could change the fact they were magical.  They all did what they had to do. Survival was not a game and she was not above making sure she won when it came to that.  She was a t least glad they had made it out of South Africa alive.   

”Oh is that so?”  she said and shook her head at him.  She was not really worried about the playbook he claimed to have.  ”Don’t worry I don’t need your janky secrets I have plenty of my own.”  she raised her chin defiantly and smiled laughing as she casually looked through the sheet sets.  She was not sure what she would end up with, she was not actually sold on any of the one’s she had been looking at.  

”That’s good about the schools, you need to press them about the extra stuff… they’ll bid.”  She had seen it with many of her players before.  She offered her advice, she felt they should have gone to school.  ”I should have gone, but I was too ready to be grown and on my own so it seemed like the best thing to join a team.”  She said with a shrug.  ”What are you hoping for?” 

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17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Compromised? . . . Ya' know what? Nevermind, somethin' tells me it's probably one of those 'Don't REALLY want to know' situations." Tyson chuckled as he shook his head to try and shake out the various possibilities that threatened to thread through his mind. "Yea, I get that, I mean. . . Sometimes ya' just do what needs to be done. It isn't 'bout if other's can understand it. Ya' had a culture and a way of life that made sense and ya' all did what had to be done for survival. Besides, ain't nothing wrong with the woman I see - not a thing." Regardless of where her heritage bubbled from it didn't change his view or opinion - not that it couldn't or wouldn't be a problem for someone in his generation. But all he had control over was himself and he seen a spectacular woman. 

"Do ya' know? Do tell~" He didn't expect that she'd actually unveil those secrets but it was always interesting to see a response to such a revelation. Would she tell him? Deny him to try and see if he'd be enticed himself to chase after the mysterious thoughts that were locked away in the mind? "And my secrets are awesome, world changin' best of the best." He stated in a faux boast and bravado. He knew he didn't have any 'secrets', most of what was 'secret' were just things that were probably never asked yet or thought of yet to impart. 

A nod flowed as he exhausted a gentle breath. "Yea, I know. Make them work for it and see if I can come out on top regardless of the choice. Gotta' secure my own self with the resources they toss out to me and all." It was a type of politics all on it's own, the politics of who was better and how did they see his 'worth'. "Prolly housing, buy myself a bit more time on findin' a place. And definitely a spot on the first string team, Gotta' make them see my worth as I do. They ain't getting a chump so I won't let em' treat me like a chump." He looked away for a moment and then narrowed his gaze towards Violet. "That and they Gotta' make sure to give me a place well. . . Closer to ya'. They won't know that specific detail but I figure it would be easier to see ya' more."

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

Violet dipped her head for a moment.  ”It just means something about your soul is off balance and a demon can inhabit you.”  She said waving her hand.  ”some are more likely than others.”  She said with a whimsical smirk. It was not something she believed.  Which some would say made her the perfect vessel for a demon.  Though she had seen true evil, she did not think something like a demon was responsible for it.  Those evil people were just people.  Which she felt was more terrifying, it meant that anyone could be capable of atrocity when it boiled down to it.  ”I am flawed, but I will take that compliment… just don’t be coming back around saying ‘heyyy big head’”  he heard bobbed as she said it, and then broke into a soft  laughter.  The idea of it was funny to her.   

”Nice try, but I won’t be spilling my secrets anytime soon.”  She shook her head, her hair dancing around her shoulders.  ”then they wont be secrets… and that was a pretty ridiculous attempt to learn.  I will always keep a little mystery about me…”  She said over her shoulder as she walked deeper into the store, taken with some of the intricate looking lamps towards the back of the store, she didn’t need a lamp but that didn’t stop her from wanting to look at the bright and shiny objects.  She smiled at him.  

”You have to know your worth.”  She suggested, it seemed that he did know his worth however.  She looked down flattered he was taking her into consideration.  ”If you get a good offer, better than the offers that you get close by… take it.”  She didn’t want to be something that stood in his way.  ”I don’t want to stand in the way of your success.  Magical travel makes distance less important okay.”  She would travel to see him, he would come home to see her. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

Tyson nodded towards her as he listened to the explanation. "Oh, I get ya', kind of like this one woman I know. She's pretty and cool, but she has this fascination with that modern Quidditich stuff. I bet they'd see somethin' like that as a likely imbalance. All that intense animosity on the field!" Truthfully, it could have been a number of things that would feel or seem odd towards him. But he also conceded that cultures were as they were, long standing and deep rooted - it simply was just how the people were and what they grew up knowing and following in. He snorted that had an extremely amused grin lathered on his face. "Don't get me wrong, Sportsfan. I know all too well you're flawed~." One of his fingers extended outwards to poke at her side tenderly. "But the people and things that are easy and highly admired are the ones that know they ain't perfect, somethin' more human about them. That connection and understandin'.

His expression shifted to one of false rejection as he made an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "See, here I thought we were gettin' somewhere! Guess I gotta put a lot more detective work in, no biggie, totally worth it." A grin formed even as she glanced over her shoulder to further enhance the idea of the mystery that surrounded her. "Oh boy, we have ourselves a real secret agent walkin' amongst us common folk." He snickered as they passed by the various lamps that had been showcased by the store.  A few of them were pretty nice, nothing that he could work with yet but maybe eventually. "Ya' know, never a bad time to start considerin' new lamps. Always good for a nice and interest change and pace of things.

"I made sure I worked myself to know my full worth. I ain't the type to think a person can have worth in some field without having worked towards it. That's the cost of talent. . ." It was a sad truth, in this kind of world and age just being a person didn't gift you worth in the eyes of many. Rather, what you could use with the talents you naturally moved into or the ones you've worked hard to establish. "Nah, ya' wouldn't be in my way. And sure, it makes distance less important, but I'd also like to be able to see ya' without having to resort to that if I don't need to. Don't get me wrong, I know my path and life and all that is important. But so is my personal life, I ain't walking it alone and try to consider the few that are important.

With a slight tilt of his head he smiled towards her. "And some have me wantin' to prove how serious I am about some stuff."

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Melbourne ☆ Penrose Quidditch CoachKay
28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

She shook her head.  ”Magic is the imbalance.”  She said.  Which in many ways one could see how it would be seen as an imbalance from the perspective of the non-magical.  Then She then tagain, she didn’t think too much about it honestly.  They had gotten out of it.  ”the flying thing would only confirm their suspicions about her.”  She then looked at the man and she smiled.  It had been at least sort of nice to talk about some of this anyway.  she felt like so much of it was not known- the girls at her school wouldn’t have it if they knew the very humble beginnings that she had come from.  She had to fight against enough attempting to make a place for herself she didn’t need to fight another battle of socioeconomics as well.  She shifted as she studied a lamp. 

”I guess so.”  She said.  Though when it came to secrets Violet only seemed to be keeping them from everybody but him.  There was not too much more about her he didn’t know.  He didn’t know everything but how could one person know everything about the other in such a short amount of time. she laughed and then shrugged at the lamps.  ”they are pretty… I don’t need one- but I like to look from time to time.”  She said as she looked around and smiled.  

Serious about her?  She was a little surprised, not that she was not serious herself.  It just took her by surprise.  She had not thought too much in advance about what might happen between them- she was focused on the now… she always got so caught up in the what ifs.  ”Serious…”  She smiled.  ”Its good to hear are serious about something.”    

 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Well, that's probably cause most of em' dunno the abundance of dangers folks like us have to contend with. It's like we have to manage the much more lethal version of muggle's idea of animals." His free hand rubbed the back of his neck as he gave a light snicker. "I mean, can ya' imagine havin' to deal with a freakin' Sphinx or a Chimera? Not my idea of a good balance of anything. Ya' know?" It didn't escape his understanding either that if he were to become an Auror there were chances he'd run into much more dangerous and volatile creatures than a Dark Wizard, like a Dark Wizard's wicked magic project of a Serpent-Spider mix. That would be a hell of a life that's for sure. "Course' that'd probably just make them believe their point is being made. . . Heh, just one of them things - Damned if you do, damned if you don't." He shrugged casually at the thought of it all, people still were led to what they believe. 

There had been an aesthetic appeal towards the lamps that they had been viewing, nothing that would be his particular style. But he could imagine there just needed to be a specific kind of décor that would make them fit perfect and snug, make something feel just a bit more like home. "Sometimes it's good to grab stuff ya' don't need and just want. Spoil ya' self a bit." Treating oneself well was always a bath towards happiness, at least if it is a possible purchase at any rate. 

Tyson nodded firmly. "Yea, serious." He snorted with a smile as his eyes rolled playfully. "Course' I'm serious about something. I'm not here just cause it's like. . . Some kind of dalliance, ya feel?" He shook his head after giving his next words a bit more time to stew before being released. "Never been the type to follow the whole, date and find out thing. I'm lucky early in life to know what I'm looking for and if I find it figure I gotta follow it and see if I'm really seein' it or just playing tricks with my head." For what it was worth, he did see it, he didn't think it was all in his head. Pessimism wasn't his approach, cautious surely but he knew that he wanted to see where they could go by fully investing himself into her. 

"I'm serious about wanting to be with ya', regardless of everything else that may be considered an issues."

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28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

Imbalance was one of those things she felt happened in all aspects of life, the pain and the suffering came from wanting to right the imbalance in a certain way.  Violet had learned to move with it.  TO adjust to it and keep it going.  That didn’t mean she was not prone to suffering, but she avoided it by  doing what she could about the things she could change- the balance of the world was not something she controlled, she only controlled her life.  ”I don’t think magic is a true imbalance, I happen to think life is an imbalance, its just about being able to shift to keep it all balanced.”  She shrugged once again and smiled at him anyway.  ’The conundrum of life-“  Damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.  That was simply the way it was.  ”I just choose to be happy, regardless of the damned and the imbalance.” 

She was spending time with Tyson after all- that was the very risky thing she had been doing.  The last thing she wanted was for either of them to be in a bad way- but she was actually not sure what she would have to gain from not spending time with him.   Risk was usually the side effect of good things right?  She looked at him and laughed.  ’Okay then- pick a lamp.”  she said as she looked at them.  ”Spoil me.”  She was still going to pay for it but since he said he was the one who had used the words.     Not that she needed anyone to do so- She indulged in things for herself.  She needed to honestly- especially after the injury.   

Looking down for a moment she was surprised to hear him sound so confident about it.  She had not spent much time with anyone who was as sure sounding about this as he was.  Which made her question men her age in many ways.  There was something wrong about what they were talking about doing- but at the same time- how could she have been so wrong about how she felt.  ”And there are no tricks then?”  She looked up with a small smile.  It was not as though she was used to getting real attention from someone.  She had been on many dates, and usually it had been about her ability to play quidditch, the interest waned once she was no longer on a team roster. 

”I am serious too.”  She admitted, she was here, theys pent a lot of time together just doing things that were as normal as she could muster… for the sake of avoiding impropriety. 

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"If life wasn't an imbalance it wouldn't be very exciting." It'd also be just a bit too fair, it was ironic to his mind that he equated a world of things being entirely fair as a bad thing. It meant no challenge, no one would extend further to better themselves and that there would just be a perpetual non-existence towards existence."Oh, yea? I think ya' just indirectly admitted that you're choosing to be happy with me." He grinned mischievously towards her and his 'cherry-picked' choice of viewing that particular statement. Whether that had been part of her happiness connection was unknown to him. "It's cool, I'm pretty happy with ya' too." Tyson playfully bumped into her. 

Eyes blinked several times for a moment as he glanced towards her. "Pick out a lamp? Me?" The moment she said to 'Spoil her' a shock ran through him admittedly, it wasn't a bad one either but rather more of a personal revelation. The mere idea of being able to cater to a person who had been a hard worker, that had a certain life style of independence. A want to supply anything to her had suddenly developed or maybe it was more of a hidden desire in general and it had been given that opportunity. His eyes scanned each option available as he reached out to grasp a table lamp - it was sleek with sterling silver base, it's stand shaped in a somewhat oblong fashion and a short purple shade that had been decorated with flower-like designs that would show specks of light through it for more of a flattering appeal. "I think this one could be pretty nice. It'd at least bring out ya' eyes if you ever read under her it or somethin."

Tyson understood about himself several things and one of them had been that he felt a sense of conviction towards what one wanted made sure that you were truly giving it your genuine focus and attention. A person, in that regard, deserved no less than that and he had found it easy to do with Violet. "No tricks up these sleeves." Yet, even as she admitted her own seriousness a wave of heat burnt at his cheeks. Luckily, it didn't brim any fine color that could be easily noticed. He still held pride it not being called out over being bashful or blushing wit his kind of outgoing personality.

"Yea? That's good cause it means we'll put our all into knowin' one another. None of that surface stuff people try to chase after." He could ask her about Quidditich, but that wasn't the selling point - it was only a commonality that they could bond on. For him, the selling point was that she caught his interest by not only challenging him but drawing him into her very atmosphere and presence. "Just know I ain't afraid to admit to myself that I am looking forward to being with ya'.

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28 year old Halfblood Human ☆ her/she

She supposed that was exactly what she was doing… choosing to be happy with him.  However she wouldn’t just go with that right now.  She shook her head.  ”You have some kind of ego you know that.”  Well of course he did… she honestly did too.  Which was why the fact he said he was happy with her made her feel pretty good at the moment.  She never got the feeling he didn’t want to be with her honestly- he was the one who seemed to be driving it in the beginning, not that she stopped him or tried to stop him. It was not an easy situation for either of them and she knew that… she only wanted things to be good… to enjoy the times they has together.  No matter what the outcome might actually be.  Shifting for a moment she smiled at him, a bit of a silly grin, but one that was felt at the moment anyway.  

”Bring out my eyes?”  She said with a laugh.  She figured that much was true anyway.  ”Okay them grab it, I’ll take it.”  It was an impulsive way to buy a lamp but this was a bit of an impulsive relationship.  Regardless of what her head told her… she had not listened and acted on the impulse to be near him instead.  What a mess this was.  She let out a soft hum as she looked at it again.  ’It is a rather nice lamp.  I’ll give you that.”  It wasn’t terrible… and it may sort of go with her stuff… but that was kind of fun- to have the funky lamps and furniture.   

 They had at least both admitted to being serious about the other.  That was a good thing… it meant neither of them were wasting time with one another.  ”I am too…”  She said and then a thought struck her.  ”have you told your family about me?”  She asked- though she didn’t mean her as the coach who was ten years his senior- but the girl he was spending time with at the moment.  It was not a huge deal if he hadn’t she was just curious.  A

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant✩ Kaitore
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Ya' love it, admit it." A grinning smiled shaped on his face as he narrowed his gaze towards her. He didn't see anything wrong with her choosing to be happy with him - if that were the case. There was no way for him to personally verify it other than the fact that she had been here, that she had chosen to take the risk knowing what it could mean for her mostly. " 'Sides, my ego only matches the woman I'm with anyways." That much he was sure of - it took a special kind of self confidence, a self importance to manage playing a sport especially on an international level with other competitor's. Though he also expected it wasn't just that experience alone that shaped her but the particulars of her past that nailed in one needed to be strong and confident in oneself. Either way he was into the moment and it was one he would highlight as an important part of his day. 

"Oh, yea, definitely. That nice beautiful glossy brown that twinkles when the light hits em', super noticeable." The grin that had been on his face shifted to one that held more of an attempt to flatter look behind it. His hands grasped around the lamp as he pulled it more closer to secure it from slipping away but firm enough that it wouldn't suddenly get crushed if he needed to move quickly out of the way with it. "Probably plenty of better ones around but figure more specialized stores are into that kind of a dig. But nothing wrong with simple, it can have it's sophisticated flare and all." He nodded slightly with his eyes focused on the lamp as he inspected it closer in order to assure it held no pre-purchase cracks or nicks. 

But his attention would easily falter with the much more serious talk siphoning every bit of his focus into inspecting her and the eyes he had previously complimented. "If ya' keep up this honesty, I might need to bring ya' into one of those changing booths and take that time to kiss ya'." Tyson's grin formed again as he made the partial joke - partial because he would more than likely follow through with that kind of action given the chance. "Hah, as if my fam would even talk to me. There is a reason I'm tryin' to find a place of my own after Tally. No where else to really turn to, ya feel? My teammates know I'm seeing someone but it's kind of obvious too when I keep dipping out as soon as I can and hardly around the common anymore."

Though the curiosity did hit at him for her own situation. "You? Been talking about your 'secret boo'? Or did ya' pops friend already kind of guess it out?"

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