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player age: 21
player pronouns: She/Her
character age: Thirty
occupation OR house/set/dorm + year: Hogwarts Slytherin
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Jul 7 2017, 07:59 PM
life is hard y'all. i've been super busy lately and i haven't been able to get posts done. I will be dropping Hiccup for a little bit so I'm sorry for the people that affects. piper and sully will still be a bit active just not as much. I'll post when I can.
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Piper Isley was a genius. A fiery haired, emerald eyed, genius who had finally managed to get an exhibit in the most prestigous museum in the world. Her work as a botanist was world renound, thanks to her fathers already glamerous and well known name in the herbology world. But Piper was different from her father, wasn't afraid to take risks, to make a switch here and there or open up things to see how they work. This new project had taken years to complete, something she worked on in the spare time she had inbetween the already busy schedule she had. "Please lock up when you are done, Miss Isley." said the security guard on one of his rounds. It was 11:49 pm, and they were the only ones left in the building. She saw no problem, she was in a wing where no one else would be for quite some time until her exhibit was open in the next week. Piper glanced up from the scattered notes and open books on the floor around her, pushing her glasses up her nose as she looked to the man. "S.... sure thing, Mr. Vanelli." she said shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. She was shy, a bit of an awkward woman when it really came down to it. As a genius, she was the top of her class, quick with an answer or to question why this or why that. She immediately dropped her eyes as she felt the man look her over, preferring to return to the work at hand rather than hold a conversation with the older portly man. She hadn't worked this hard just for someone to distract her and prevent her exhibit from opening on time! Honestly for the hours of time she'd put into this damn project, you'd think she'd be more prepared. Nope. Papers were scattered about the exhibit, sheets of paper with scribbled notes on them taped to displays. At the far end of the section in a glass case was a multicolored orchid, Pipers exclusive hybrid plant. It was beautiful, the scent filling the room with the smell of tropics. "Can't wait for this to be done so I can go home..."
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Lights dimmed, the voices faded, the hallways echoed and groaned. Piper was alone. She felt the heavy weight of the huge building, could almost hear the voices talking about how beautiful her exhibit was. But that was the future, and this was now. Fuck, pay attention. She hadn't wanted to get so distracted, but Forest had spent most of the day hiding out in his crate. "Alright, everyones gone so you can come out, but dont mess anything up!" she scolded gently as she opened up the crate. The badger inside huffed at her, seeming to wrinkle his nose as he shuffled out. Piper shook her head, moving to step back into her circle of notes and pictures. The Louvre. Hell, how the hell had she come so far? Had time really flown so fast that she barely noticed her popularity growing? Well, no. She just refused to acknowledge it. She was still on edge from when her boss had almost killed her, still partially deaf from that cheap shot during her Quidditch game. But all in favor of a better life. Right? Wrong. Piper was constantly busy now, constantly stressed. Her ginger hair was pulled back into a messy bun, held together by only a pencil and a bit of magic. Her knitted sweater was wrinkled beyond repair, her black pants smudged with chalk and paint, and fucking hell if she didn't know where her shoes were. But there wasn't time for that. It was time to start putting things up.
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Piper kneeled in the middle of her little circle, pushing her glasses up her face as they started to fall down the bridge of her nose. Forest had disappeared, once again, for favor of the exhibit next to hers. It was a rare egyptian tomb that had finally been uncovered, and honestly she found its contents to be quite interesting. Not that she went in there or anything, because ya know, it's not even open yet. Okay, well maybe she had taken a little peak while that damned nosey guardsman had finally left. She turned, a flick of her wand, a shuffle of papers, the closing of books. She stared down at the slowly growing stack and sighed. Well, she really had brought a lot of stuff. She shoved the books one by one into her bag, slowly gathering up the stack of papers. She clutched them to her chest, looking down at her feet for a moment and a shiver passed over her. She could almost hear the clack of shoes echoing through the museum, hear the tap of a cane against stone floor. Wait.. that wasn't her imagination. Piper paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly to see where the sound was coming from. As she turned to head into the part of her exhibit that her plant was held, she ran smack dab into a guardsman, dropping all her papers. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. That's totally my fault." she dropped to her knees and started gathering up her papers, fingers fumbling for the pages on the stone floor. "Terribly sorry, I hope you're alright-" she paused as she glanced at the man. Expensive italian shoes. Her eyes trailed up, up the green suit, the fancily tailored suit that fit the form of a man she did not know. Who was most definitely not a guardsman. "I.. I'm sorry. If your the egyptian exhibit owner I'm so sorry I went over there. I was just so curious." she apologized, a blush stealing across her freckled cheeks as she finally stood.
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Piper pushed the mess of fiery hair from her face, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as she pushed away from her desk. Her office was a mess of research papers, drawings, graphs, and all sorts of other sciency things. Her microscope had fallen over, her notebook coffee stained and wrinkled from months of wear. Being nose deep in research wasn't all fun and games you know. There were endless hours of testing, mixing, and failures. Her last test had proven the dangers of experimental hybrid plants. She was now partially deaf in her left ear, though it was slowly starting to heal. Forest barked at her from under her desk, rifling through the papers under the oak stump desk until he'd finally waded into the hallway. He looked at her as if to say are you fucking coming or what? and Piper laughed. Grabbing her smokes and lighter she marched out the door and down the coastline.
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Sweet Merlin someone help this poor child. Piper gazed down at Forest, arms crossed across her chest and a cigarette in her mouth. How many times had she warned that damned animal that he would get electrocuted if he ate those damn weeds? More than enough. Luckily she'd protected him from a lot of things via potion from her pal Sully. The damn animal was always getting into trouble, and honestly she was starting to have enough of it. "You are hopeless, you know that?" Piper said quietly before taking a drag of her cigarette. Forest glared up at her, making a snuffling growl sound at her before going back to eating the electrified weeds that Sameli had planted. How many times have I told that kid to knock it off. I swear I'm going to leave some in his room at some point. Gods. The sea crashed along the coastline as she walked along the path to her house, dressed in a dark green blouse and black jeans, and of course, bare feet. She enjoyed the earth between her toes, the softness of the grass. She had finally had enough time to get away from her little cabin, the small space beginning to feel quite cramped after doing so much research. The sun was finally out, shining bright on Pipers fiery hair, making it a stark contrast to the green and blue of her surroundings.
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Piper shoved a hand through her fiery mane, wincing slightly as it caught in some tangles. Forest was of in front of/to the side of her, watching her as he snuffled through the tall wild flowers. As she looked down in her little notebook, her brows furrowed. Honestly why did I even want to mix that mandrake with the firetail chenille anyway. Should have mixed it with the venesian flytrap. She took a deep drag of her cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her lungs. For someone who was into taking care of the environment, she sure wasn't taking very good care of herself by smoking. But hey, she looked hot while doing it. So don't mess with a good thing, right? Forest made a sort of barking sound, darting ahead of the redhead as she walked along the path. "What's gotten into you? she asked as the animal zoomed by. She let her wand fall from her sleeve, gripping it tightly as they headed towards the greenhouse where she kept all of her plants.
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Piper watched as Forest skidded to a stop in front of the greenhouse, black nose nudging at the door. He was growling now, a low sound that made him sound fierce but was a stark contrast to his adorable fluffiness. She could hear someone talking to themselves as they rummaged through her herbs and specialized hybrid plants. In the healing section. I swear to god if there's some junkie in my greenhouse I'm going to cut a bitch. she stomped ahead, quickly closing the long distance between where she was to where the greenhouse stood. A hissed breath left her as she skidded to a stop in front of the greenhouse, pushing the door the rest of the way open as she crept inside. She caught a sight of blonde hair, though whether it was a man or a woman she wasn't sure. She slinked around the boxed gardens, watching as Forest slowly stalked towards the intruder as well. Piper glanced over the blonde woman as she got closer, raising her wand and pressing it into the womans back as she slowly turned her around."Who are you and what do you wa-" she paused in the middle of her threat as the woman turned fully toward her, her brows raising in shock as she took a step back. Why is it that beautiful women always wander into my neck of the woods? What god did I please to let this happen? Merlin, I am so blessed. Piper crossed her arms across her chest, pushing a small smirk onto her face as she looked the woman up and down. "You know, it's kind of polite to ask someone if you can borrow some of their plants instead of just breaking into their greenhouse." she teased lightly, shoving a long fingered hand through her red hair.

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Piper had been couped up in her office all morning, going over detention slips and stray notes from her latest hybrid plant. The oak desk was littered with papers and coffee stains and crumpled pieces of paper, pens and pencils scattered about the floor. A grumbling chirp sounded from by her feet, and she pushed her chair back to reveal a very grumpy badger between her legs. The redhead gazed down at the animal with a scowl on her face, "if you didnt want me to wake you up, then don't sleep there." She growled. She immediately regretted scolding the animal as he nipped at her bare feet, before he tickled her with his wet nose. "Listen, dipweed, weve got stuff to do. Why dont you go outside?" The badger snuffled at her, pawing at the ground with his large paws before he squeezed out from under the desk. Forest was large, even for a badger, kept fit and energized, not to mention safe from many things, by the magic plants she fed him. Occasionally he would go out and forage for himself, but he liked to stick close by mom. Piper snorted a laugh at him as she pushed her red mane out of her face, tying kt back with a green scrunchie, before pulling a pack of smokes from her side drawer. Sticking the cigarette between her lips she tapped her wand to the tip of it, inhaling deeply as it slowly lit. She took a deep drag, beflre exhaling through her nose. The badger seemed to glare up at her as if to say those will kill you, ya know. before bounding out the door as it was pushed open.
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Piper sighed heavily, adjusting the laces on her black boots. She was dressed in loose fitting black jeans and a dark green blouse, rolled up at the sleeves for the warm day. She blew another puff of smoke from her lips, watching as Forest bounded through the patch of flowers by the small cabin she called home. "Hey! Get out of there! Forest come on dont eat that!" Piper chuckled, wading through the flowers and ushering him away from the weird ghost-looking weeds. They would electrocute Forest everytime he tried to eat them, but it didnt really seem to faze him much because he was always munching on them. "Were gonna need to have another talk with Sam about that." She sighed, extinguishing her cigarette in the stand up ashtray shed set up by the coastline. The acent of flowers surrounded her, and she embraced the smell. It had become quite peaceful at the odd school, and she wasnt bothered as much as when she was a professional Quidditch player. Wait... What the fuck was that sound? Piper turned to stare down the coastline, carching sight of a shine of blonde hair a ways down. Forest had seen them too. Piper knew that only meant trouble as the animal was quite aggressive to people in his territory. And I mean known to bite people. Not hard enough to break the skin, but getting bit by a random badger was pretty weird, even for this school. Forest looked at Piper, then back at the person on the beach. "Dont do it. Don't you fucking do it! Forest! Listen to me!" She yelled, watching as the badger darted down the coast line towards the person, befote sighing heavily and takong off after him. Who on earth could be on the beach at this time?

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