With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
"Quickly now, let's not all dawdle," Alicia and the Ancient Runes and Arithmancy Professors waited for the large cohort of students that would be escorted to Hogsmeade for pick up this day. "You're not to muck around while you wait for your parents to collect you. You and your caregivers must come forth to one of the three professors to be marked off and released. Your bags will be brought forth by our special helpers once that's been completed."
Alicia then walked at the front of the group towards the small wizarding town. She was of two minds about staying at Hogwarts herself, not terribly keen on seeing her husband and playing happy families. Still, with the chill wind flowing through her wavy locks and her pointed hat keeping the snow from her face, Alicia enjoyed the brisk pace.
There in the small village centre, Alicia could see many wizards waiting for their children. With every moment, even more appeared. "Thank you everyone, especially the aurors present that have kindly come to ensure that the students get home to their families without mishap today," Alicia motioned to the various aurors and smiled her thanks. "Please come in an orderly fashion - there's a lot of you and three of us," the woman then pulled out her list of students and their families.
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**Please feel free to do one shot posts of your characters getting picked up by their family. You can have discussions between students etc but it's not necessary either
Auror's are also welcome to one-shot/discuss their involvement in the event**
**HALFBLOODS & PUREBLOOD STUDENTS** Students that have magical legal guardians will be able to be picked up from Hogsmeade. There will be a heavy Auror presence to keep the students and families safe.
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 6, 2019 10:58:16 GMT
It was finally Christmas break and as Grace followed the slightly - okay, very intimidating Professor Spinnet, she looked over at Arthur with a small quirk of her lips. "Do you think we'll see Granny Augusta these holidays and she'll flick your ears again for being a 'cheeky so and so'?" she teased, nudging her older brother with her elbow as she stood on her toes to see if she could spy their dad as they finally got to Hogsmeade... and there he was, Neville Longbottom, standing there with his hair all peppered with black and grey, eyes crinkling as he looked straight in their direction.
Immediately, Grace was off in a very fast walk, almost breaking into a hug as she wrapped her arms around her dad's slightly pudgy middle as he dropped a kiss into the crown of her head. She watched as he said his hellos to Arthur too, before heading over to Professor Spinnet. Glancing over at Arthur as if to say, 'you do the talking,' Grace stood there with her hands in the pockets of her jacket.
Post by DEREK VAN LEEUWEN on Sept 8, 2019 12:56:35 GMT
Derek was lined up with the other aurors. He had been instructed to keep an eye out. This should all go smoothly. The tall auror was excited for the winter break. He hated to admit it but he had been quite lonely with his little girl being all grown up now. But he wanted her to have space to grow so he didn’t send too many owls. These two weeks were going to be amazing but until her name was called, Derek would remain in position.
He smiled brightly at the lady who did the talking. Was she the same one that yelled at him the other day? He didn’t get a proper look back then but he wished he had. Getting yelled at by a hot woman? Hell yeah.
“At your service, ma’m,” he saluted and threw in a little wink when she motioned their way. As the names were being called, Derek waited eagerly for Felicity to be called. He could already spot the little redhead popping out from the group. Of course he couldn’t help himself and waved into her direction.
@alicia, @felicity
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Sept 9, 2019 8:53:49 GMT
In the back of the group of students waiting to be picked up, Nadya scowled at the patronizing way the professor was talking to them. She was seventeen, Lyuba would be in less than a year, so what was the need for "special helpers" anyway? And asking them to form orderly lines like they were in kindergarten? She was over it. Lyuba, on the other hand, still seemed to be listening. Tugging at her sister's arm, Nadya muttered into her ear. "Don't bother with them, just tell me if you see Papa. I want to be left alone as soon as possible." Glaring at a younger student who bumped into her on their way to the waiting professors, she stalked off from the group, dragging Lyuba along with her. It was a good thing both girls were tall, she thought; they'd have an easier time spotting him in the crowd.
"Aurors. Like, a bunch of them," Nadya continued to grumble. The amount of overkill... while she'd never attended Koldovstoretz, she was sure her father could tell her that they would never do something so ridiculous there. "I think I feel more scared with them around then without them. On a power trip, I swear..."
"Papa's over there," Lyuba interrupted, pointing with the arm Nadya was holding. "Let's not wait around?"
"Of course not," Nadya said, a touch of a smile appearing on her face for the first time that day. She let herself be pulled by Lyuba this time, as the younger girl nearly ran over to the tall blond man and threw her arms around him. Nadya waited for her sister to step back before she gave him a more restrained hug. "Good to see you, Papa," she said, switching to Russian. "Will they let us spend some time in the village today, or have they banned that, too?"
Post by DIO GREYBACK on Sept 10, 2019 14:07:21 GMT
Dio claimed he was glad to finally get out of that dusty hypocritical castle. Truth was he was having mixed feelings. Sure, he was excited to work at the wand shop and have easier access to booze and cigarettes. He just feared facing his mother. Every day he proved to be more of a disappointment despite her best efforts to train him. He’d never be good enough to join his brother. His mother probably had prepared a suited punishment. Dio wasn’t looking forward to that. By the time hurting him physically no longer seemed to have effect, she started being more creative.
Blue eyes peered through the crowd of adults. Would his mother come to pick him up, this time? He was more curious on how she’d behave. Would she put up her fake friendly smile or would she show he true self. Dio had one hand in his leather studded jacket, the other was holding a burning cigarette. Now the holidays were here, teachers had no more power over him. Like they ever had, hah.
Instead of his mother he found his uncle, aunt? Vito, Dio never knew what it was this time. He just stopped calling Vito either of that. The eccentric adult approached his Professor with an apologetic smile on his face. “I’m sorry my dear sister couldn’t make it. So, I’ve come to pick up my adorable nephew,” they said as they yanked the cigarette out of Dio’s mouth. Vito put it out with a simple charm and vanished it. “Oi!” The blonde protested but had his lips closed with a hush coming from his guardian’s direction and a slender hand with long fingers waving him away. “Oh, do spare me the complaining, dear. Grownups are talking,” Vito said before returning to the Professor with the same smile that crept Dio out. This person was probably the only one who could get him to shut up. Dio hated it.
“I hope this won’t be a problem with your, paperwork? If there is anything please wrong, don’t hesitate to send an owl. Or you are welcome to visit my wonderful shop, I’ll have tea and snacks,” Vito handed a business card. Dio watched this scene before him with a deadpanned look. At this point he started to believe that they came all the way just to promote their shop.
Note: Vito 40 yo ex ravenclaw metamorphmagus. Owns a shop in Knockturn : Brando's custom wands and magic items. Maybe they knew each othrr from school.
@alicia ,
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Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Sept 13, 2019 14:13:11 GMT
Ever the cool cucumber, Arthur pulled down his shades the moment the troop was marched out the grand hallway, over the slushed snowy steps and down the winding path to Hogsmeade. It had been months since he'd enjoyed such a pleasant stretch of his legs and he dearly missed the age-old township. The wind could barely move the whisps of blonde hair that were spiked up to perfection, but his usually pale cheeks showed the tell-tale sign of coldness with a bright red blush forming across them.
"Gracie, it wouldn't be Christmas without the ear flicking," Arthur gave his sister his signature cheeky grin. "I bet this year though I'll make a way cooler gingerbread house than you and convince Granny to flick your ears as my prize," he nudged her right back just as the girl caught sight of their father. "Merry Christmas, Papa," the young Longbottom said warmly as he joined Grace and Neville in a warm embrace. He whispered, only loud enough for his small family to hear, "Gracie's too scaredy-kitty of Mrs Spinnett so she's begging me - look see?" he motioned with his brows for his father to catch Gracie in the act"to do the talking."
"Longbottoms are here! Present and accounted for - " it seemed as if Neville was about to delve into deep conversation with Alicia, old schoolmates after all, so Arthur gently tugged on their father and another family with a rather ... eccentric looking individual came along right after. "See ya in the new year!" he called to no-one and everyone at the same time. Magically, the siblings bags appeared in their hands. TAG: GRACE LONGBOTTOM
NB!:ALL DIALOGUE HAPPENS IN RUSSIAN, BUT WRITTEN IN ENGLISH FOR READER'S CONVENIENCE.
Ivan Karev hadn't ever been to Hogsmeade. Even after living in England for 16 years, he still had no idea what to expect from a wizarding village. To be fair, he did live in London... Together with his dear daughters, which he'd arrived to pick up.
After brushing off the ashes of the Three Broomsticks fireplace and re-affirming his opinion, that there were more comfortable ways to travel than Floo powder, he ordered a mug of coffee to go and went outside on the street.
"My God," he muttered, looking at the buildings. It was a nice, quaint village, straight from a muggle postcard. It was nothing like the small, forgotten Russian villages he was used to -- somewhere in the middle of nowhere, all roads caked in mud, chickens running amok, with the local drunkard laying underneath a tree. This was a whole another world. Though... Grandmothers in those villages baked the best pastries in the world.
Without much hesitation, Ivan made his way to the meeting point. A crowd of students was being commanded by a rather strict female teacher, the four aurors were guarding every cardinal direction (and Harry Potter still hadn't shown up), and his two favorite blondes were hurrying over to Ivan.
A wide smile appeared on his face as his daughters approached him. Immediately, he gave them each a great hug -- first to Nadezhda, and then to Lyuba -- and kissed them on the forehead. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you," he chuckled.
The bright smile dwindled when Nadya asked about visiting the village. "We really should go," he started, but upon seeing the pleading looks on their faces, Ivan sighed in defeat. "Fine, we can spend some time here, just stay close to me."
maybe it is all a test/'cause i feel like i'm the worst, so i always act like i'm the best
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Post by MIA-ROSE LINWOOD on Sept 14, 2019 16:20:51 GMT
A whole break with no Isobel and no irritating classmates, only sheep and maybe some penguins. Mia-Rose could live with that. Christmas was in the summer where the Linwoods lived, a massive improvement over the darkness of Scotland this time of year. With the school year set for the Northern Hemisphere, there was always too much darkness for her. It wasn't like she could explore the forest all that well when it was pitch-black there--not when she ran the risk of running into one of those spiderwebs again. That had been nasty to get out of, but at least nobody had noticed she was gone, since nobody had mentioned the incident. Thank Merlin for that.
Andrew Linwood would be one of the easier faces to spot among the crowd, his massive height and long, curly red hair and beard making him look like someone who had popped straight out of Lord of the Rings. Not that Mia-Rose would understand that reference, but she didn't have to: she could find him because he was her very familiar, very wild-looking father. Ignoring the crowd of students around the professors in the center of the square, she headed for the first curly red hair she spotted, only to stop in her tracks with her brows knitted together. That was the same height, same build, same coloring as her father, but never in her life had she seen him with his hair in a short, neat ponytail.
That could only be one person. Mia-Rose had yet to meet him properly, since they'd been banned from going to Hogsmeade before she'd gotten the chance to, but she had been encouraged by her parents to get to know Uncle Richard. He must have been one of the Aurors assigned to the pickup.
But he wasn't her dad, so she turned around on a heel, looking around for her actual parent. Why he hadn't taken the chance to talk to Richard, she didn't know.
Post by RICHARD LINWOOD on Sept 15, 2019 10:51:31 GMT
Richard was glad the Christmas break had begun. It mean that both the castle and Hogsmeade would be far more empty, not only reducing the risk of chaos breaking out once more, but also allowing him to slip away unseen to his old favorite places by the side of the forest, where he could be alone with himself and recharge from the constant interaction with the most irritating people he'd had to deal in his eventful life. Bureaucrats. The trainee auror hadn't thought the Auror Office could get any more swamped with work, but after the Winter Ball their workload had increased tenfold.
Secure the student's on their trip home, prepare defended quarters for the Ministry Liason Office, sweep the grounds and the village... Next thing you know, they'll be asking him to look for werewolves in people's toilets. He spat into the snow beneath him, rubbing it out with the tip of his foot as he stood at the west corner of town square. One of the teachers, Spinnet, was exercising her authority and herding the flock of students, trying to unite them with their respective adults. It reminded him of the farm back at Falklands.
A man, just as tall as him, with hair just as red, albeit a lot longer and wilder, approached him. They exchanged handshakes and quiet nods, and Andrew went off to look for his daughters. A few moments later he saw another head of wild red hair -- it was Mia-Rose. Richard tensed up -- had she recognized from his drunk spectacle at the Forbbiden Forest a month earlier? She couldn't have, it was dark, and he had been silent, and she was panicked...
"Your father went that way." Richard said, pointing in the direction of his brother. Head off now, little lamb.
