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Renaye Warren

June 22, 2008 3:11 PM

Here's a start... [Tag: Tarquin Reynolds?] by Renaye Warren

Midterm was drawing closer with relentless speed, urging Renaye to go down to the library. She had wanted to talk to the Librarian before break started, but she was nervous (something that occured on rare occasions). She didn't want to stumble across her questions and proposals. Renaye spent the extra time going over her proposal over and over again. It was a chilled Friday and Renaye was finally confident in her speech. The blonde girl made her way down to the library, going over every word in her head. She entered the room meant for the search of books, but Renaye's green eyes sought the man who ran the place. She approached the desk she most expected him to be at. Her insides were tight with nerves, though she fought them making an appearance on the outside. In her mind, nothing was more important at the moment. There were tons of girls on Quidditch teams throughout the school. In fact, Renaye was pretty sure they held the majority. WAIL was representative to a slap in the face to the school's biggest rallying event. That was not going to go unnoticed if she had anything to say about it. Raye was planning on making her voice heard.

"Hello," she said with a smile as she neared, "I'm looking for Mr. Reynolds?"

She was about to start her proposal when she one, assumed she should wait for him to reply (she didn't want to seem too pushy) and two, had forgotten everything. Sweet Merlin, what was it? Hello, I'm Renaye Warren. I... That was all she had. Congrats, Raye, you've remembered your name... she thought bitterly. She took a calming breath and thought back. She was Renaye Warren and she... had heard... She had heard he was the one to talk to about DISCUSS! Yes, that was it! Raye felt her confidence lift as the rest of the words came flooding back, thank Merlin. She needed to know more about DISCUSS if she was going to give this thing the kick off. There had to be a rebellion to WAIL. She wasn't going to let them run freely through the school. There had to be something to fight back with and Renaye was going to have her say. So far, the newspaper and DISCUSS were the only options. Cecily and her morals... Renaye resisted a sigh and brought her full attention to the situation in front of her.

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Mr. Reynolds

June 27, 2008 9:20 AM

Feel free to post a continuation... by Mr. Reynolds

Tarquin sat at his desk in the library having a very productive morning. His attention alternated between writing reminders for overdue books and flicking through the pages of a wedding catalogue Danny had sent him, folding down the corners of pages which contained things he liked. He was just pondering whether Danny was going to be too traditional to allow a chocolate wedding cake (which would be something of a double standard if he was, really, seeing as he was dispensing with the whole bride aspect) when he heard a soft 'Hello' and the accompanying tread of feet. He flicked the catalogue closed and shuffled the returns notes over the top.

"You've found him," he informed the girl, when she said she was looking for Tarquin Reynolds . His voice didn't carry the sarcastic edge that many people's would have for such a remark. Her enquiry was replied to in perfect politeness, just with a flair for picking the more interesting way of phrasing things. The little bar on his desk reading 'T. Reynolds, Librarian' should probably have clued her in, but he didn't pass comment. After all, she was only being courteous, something he valued, and Oscar sat at the desk so often, and with such a commanding air that just dared anyone to challenge the notion that he was the head of the library, that it was really a perfectly reasonable inquiry. Danny had commented on the fact that Oscar spent more time at the desk than Tarquin, and even made him his own little carboard notice that said 'Oscar, library cat, owner of T. Reynolds' in order to try to avoid any confusion but Oscar, library managing cat, who had a long-standing resistance to all Danny's ideas, had repeatedly kicked the label over on his walks across the desk.

"How can I help?" Tarquin asked his visitor, curling his hands around a mug printed with book jacket of 'The Importance of Being Earnest' and enjoying the warmth that spread into fingers.

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Renaye

June 27, 2008 11:14 AM

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Renaye smiled as he confirmed her arrival to the right place and, once the question was asked, began to explain her reasoning for her search.

"My name's Renaye Warren. I heard you were the one to talk to about DISCUSS? I don't know if you've heard, but a WAIL group has recently started up here, and, as a Quidditch player and also objecting to their close-minded morals," she couldn't help but sound slightly bitter at this bit, "I wanted to have a retaliation. DISCUSS seems like the best way to do it, by 'best' I mean without risking suspension. I was one, wondering how to go about it, and two, hoping to get a broader overview of what exactly DISCUSS is. I'm really passionate about this, so I hope you can help me." The librarian, Mr. Reynolds, seemed very nice. For some reason she expected a strict, especially studious person that would be annoyed to be disturbed from their reading. Thankfully, she was very wrong, thus making her explanation a little more confortable.

Renaye hadn't spead the word about DISCUSS just yet. She had spoken with Laurie and Alexis about it in the dorm and had figured that she should get more information before rallying members. How awkward would it be get a question like, "Oh! What does DISCUSS stand for? What's it about?" and come up with an open-mouthed silent stare. Nevertheless, Renaye wanted to make this group happen. She had been annoyed (to say the least) by WAIL since she was little. Due to Mom and Dad's Quidditch shop, their business attracted the attention of WAIL. A smaller, younger Renaye would obediently retrieve the mail and, as she flicked through it on her way back inside, would toss the WAIL-related anything back in the mailbox. Now she was at school and dealing with the same thing (minus the mailbox). Cecily may think she was doing her a service by putting pamphlets in her face, but the action only prompted anger. The day she joined WAIL would be a snowy day in hell indeed...

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Mr. Reynolds

July 05, 2008 8:51 AM

Yes, that will do very nicely. by Mr. Reynolds

Tarquin surveyed the girl over the rim of his mug, listening to her introduction. She'd heard he was the right person to talk to about DISCUSS. By 'heard' he hoped she meant 'had seen his poster'. If the word was spreading via the students, he dreaded to think what form it had taken on. Given that he was looking through his-and-his wedding lists and drinking out of an Oscar Wilde mug, it wasn't exactly hard to see which area of DISCUSS had got his interest, and students could be vile little rumour-mongers anyway, based on nothing stronger than one's quiet, softly spoken manner. Still, if anything had been said, it clearly hadn't put Miss. Warren off. He was particularly pleased to note her inclusion of WAIL's close-minded morals as a reason for disliking them, and not just their "no girls in Quidditch" stance.

"Indeed," he nodded, lowering the tea so that the warm smile he offered was visible (beardy obstructions aside). Drawing his wand, he pulled up a chair from one of the nearby tables. "Please, have a seat," he invited. He drummed a little on the mug as his guest settled down and he gathered his thoughts. "DISCUSS, as you're clearly aware, is a counter-movement to WAIL, founded by two female students at Salem Institute, both Quidditch captains," both of questionable sexuality, he added to himself, a small smile playing on his lips as he remembered Leena's explanation of how the group had been founded. Any student that got up on her soap-box in the middle of a crowded dining hall and declared that girls had a right to other girls had definitely won his respect. "It has three main gripes... That girls have every right to play Quidditch and that it doesn't turn them into lesbians," she looked quite young... He wondered whether she knew what a lesbian was... Should he explain or would that be patronising? She had mentioned being against WAIL's close-minded morals, which implied she understood... Presumably, she would ask for clarification on anything she didn't understand, so he decided just to forge on, "Secondly, that there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian or being gay anyway, and thirdly that Pureblood arranged marriages are unnatural. You can opt to support whichever - to mix and match your causes, as it were. Does that all make sense?" he asked, deciding to let her lead the conversation again. He could tell her a reasonable amount about DISCUSS but it might not be what she wanted to know, and, as not being a particularly garrulous individual was a professional requirement, he wasn't prone to divulging all he knew on a topic without a good deal of prompting.

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Renaye

July 06, 2008 8:58 PM

Glad its up to standards :] by Renaye

Renaye took a seat when the suggestion was made. She liked this librarian. He was much different from the town librarian back in Michigan. The old woman was impossible to find among the bookshelves (whether that was because of her frail build or strange ability to slink around, Raye wasn't sure). Ophelia Murphen was also hard of hearing when she was being directly spoken to, but when a whisper among students should occur she appeared within seconds, and, in her brisk manner, instructed in a harsh whisper, "This is a temple of knowledge! You children should respect those around you!" Mr. Reynolds was perfectly nice, easy, to find, and didn't seem to mind the volume at which she was speaking (not that it was above a loud whisper).

Renaye listened as discuss was explained, taking in all she could in case the time came when she would be writing this down. When she was asked if the explanation made sense, Renaye nodded, her blonde bangs falling into her face for a moment.

"Yes, I understand," she said, "My parents run a Quidditch shop, so put-off WAIL advisors have been sending their papers to us for a while. Once I knew what they were about, I sent them back to the sender. Now, though, I'm getting pamphlets landing on my bed and I'm hearing of meetings being held. I don't think any of it is right so I want to take a stand. Someone has to. That brings me to another question: How would I go about organizing something like this? Do I need permission, or can I just post a message and begin meetings?"

Renaye let out a small breath before evaluating on her opinion a bit. "I've always hated the stereotypes of Quidditch for girls and the hardcore pureblood-mania. I'm pureblood, but obviously I don't put too much store on it. There is no way I could tell you where my family name came from. The fact that I play Quidditch doesn't make me a lesbian, and it doesn't mean that for the other girls. Even if it did, what's the problem? Less women to marry off into unhappiness?" Raye paused, and blushed a bit as she realized she was venting. "I mean... I just want to do something about it. I want to know all that I can about the group before I take the responsibilty of forming it, officially that is. I guess what I'm asking for is details."

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