August 10, 2025 – 10:54 PM
Barnaby Wye — Played by MJ
12th August, 1895 — Chevalier House, Bartonburg
Usually, Barnaby entertained some boundaries towards Miss Chevalier, because he owed it to her, as a friend – but occasionally he was simply so maddeningly bored that he had to exist somewhere, and Miss Chevalier’s company was among the best.
He had grown to know her well enough that he did not much care for her family, however; and he did not think she was greatly fond of her stepmother either, but fortunately this morning most of the family had gone out. Barnaby had watched them leave – because, admittedly, Barnaby had been lurking in their parlour since about four in the morning for want of anything else to do, and had already meticulously examined the inner workings of a ticking clock, memorised an open page of a stray encyclopedia, and given the housekeeper carrying her a breakfast tray a rather good shock, before Tabitha had rejoined the living. (Ha.)
He was in better spirits now for her presence, although still as restless and unquiet as the dead could be. “I know you are not working today,” Barnaby observed, a little wheedling (he knew her schedule as well as she did, of course, for their walks to and fro), “but have you really no errands to run? No eager callers? Nothing exciting to do?” He wanted sorely for entertainment, and required her to provide it. He knew she was not the most sociable sort – prone to harassment as she was – but surely there was more to her life than this.
Tabitha Chevalier/Daffodil Grimstone
August 14, 2025 – 1:54 AM
Sometimes Tabitha wondered just how her luck had ended up with a ghost for a best friend? The exasperated rant of her housemaid was fair; Tabi didn't expect to find Barnaby in the house in the early hours of morning, but she supposed she wasn't surprised either. She was not one to lie in, so it wasn't even that late, which had her chuckling at his questions. She was sat in a comfortable armchair, still in her housecoat, enjoying a second cup of tea in the parlor after hearing about his occupancy of the house.
She had to sigh, because she sort of understood his sentiments. Work was all she had really. She went to a few social events here and there, but not often because they made her uncomfortable. She, unlike most of her mother's kin, did not relish in the attention that her heritage brought her way. Growing up an only child with her grandmother and father (until her stepmother had come along), she'd always been taught to try and hide it, to tamp down the unnatural side of her lineage. Now as an adult, she didn't know what to do but stay away. It seemed to be the only thing that worked. "I do suppose we can go into town if you like," she acquiesced. It was the only thing she could offer. He would enjoy a gentleman caller less than she would, so she had no idea why he even asked.
"Bernard should have a set of robes to pick up for Hogwarts I could pick up." Her baby brother was off to Hogwarts this year and it seemed wild to think about it. Her only other ally in the house was gone, but thankfully so were her half-sisters, so it was just her step-mother's derision she had to sidestep during the school months.
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September 6, 2025 – 11:42 PM
Barnaby Wye — Played by MJ
He had nodded idly at town – for at least a promenade was a little more fulfilling than staying here (rest did him no good as the restless spirit he now was, after all), but her follow-up made him close his eyes in a blink of slow despair.
“Bernard’s robes! Robes, Tabitha,” Barnaby exclaimed-slash-moaned, at that lamentable suggestion. He adored her beyond measure, and she was a kind soul indeed, but though he had suggested errands he had rather hoped for better. He looked at her plaintively, wishing he could physically prod her out of her comfort zone and into doing something fun for herself for once. “I know ‘tis rich to hear it from a dead man, but there must be more to life than this.” Life was short, and she was young and clever and charming and utterly beautiful – she could probably have anything she wanted, do anything she liked – and yet she was determined not to enjoy herself! (How did she expect him to live vicariously through her sipping tea in her housecoat?!) “Might you not try making the most of it, just for one day?”
September 7, 2025 – 8:53 PM
Tabi's cheeks heated at Barnaby's dramatic admonishment. She bit her lip, brows furrowed. He wasn't wrong and his perspective might not be as skewed as he might think. Tabitha just didn't know what else to do. She had been branded an outcast in her own home. All she had going for her was work. She was no closer to finding romance than she had been when she met Barnaby.
Sinking down into her chair a little bit, she pulled a face. What was she supposed to say to that? "Wha-what do you suggest?" They did have all day and clearly Barnaby was restless. She supposed she could get Bernard's robes after work tomorrow. It didn't have to be done today. But what was there to do in Hogsmeade that could qualify as more exciting? The last time she'd gone to the market, she'd wound up in a wave of popcorn. Every time she went out to a social event, something strange like garden gnomes in her skirts happened. She was either cursed with something other than a half-veela heritage or someone was out to get her.
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September 27, 2025 – 8:34 PM
Barnaby Wye — Played by MJ
The triumph at getting her to even acknowledge the question and assess the paltry state of her life was short-lived, if only because she seemed at such a loss. He pitied her indeed.
Perhaps there was something in being too much a paragon of virtue; perhaps Barnaby could do Miss Chevalier a good deed, in a roundabout way, by getting her to be a little more selfish? It was healthy, he thought; natural.
“Whatever you wish to do,” Barnaby said, buzzing with keenness. “Go out for tea or to the portrait gallery or for a ride or a picnic in the park, if you like, I care not. Let us meet some people – make some mischief, if we choose,” (oh, if he had had her way with people, to make them fall for her head over heels – well, he would have people doing cartwheels and somersaults for him all day long). “At the very least you ought to choose yourself a new gown,” Barnaby prodded, still tutting over Bernard’s robes. He could be invested in that; he could be adequately invested in anything she did to treat herself; nor could he resist teasing her a little, with a sly remark – “Or an invisibility cloak, if that is more to your taste.”
