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!
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Sept 2, 2019 6:47:49 GMT
A scream wrenched from her throat, Aggy panted hard into the pillow near to her head, the soft material drenched from... was it sweat or the tears that had began falling from her eyes? She didn't know, but she'd been crying and sweating up a storm again. It was the dead of winter, so it wasn't from the heat, it was from that... fucking nightmare again. The one that had plagued her for two years, the one where she couldn't control her own limbs, couldn't control his hands, shoving at her whilst his lips curled up into a snarl, words like poison falling from his mouth and into her ears.
Moving out of her bed, hand clamped over her mouth to conceal any sobs that dared to break free, she wondered... had she already woken up Lyubov or Rowena? She didn't dare check because she didn't want to talk about this... not with them, not with anyone. Quickly, Aggy changed out of her sweaty pyjamas, glancing out the window where it was pitch black except for the stars littering the night sky. She had... she had hours to kill before she could have breakfast, and she already knew she'd blown her chances at getting back to sleep. She didn't want to sleep anyway, the moment she closed her eyes... she'd see his face, mere inches from her, and... that just wasn't something she could deal with right now.
Sparing a glance at her bed, Aggy took a moment before making a split second decision. She couldn't crawl back into it, even the thought of it made her stomach churn, but that wasn't to say she couldn't at least lay elsewhere, right? Maybe... it was like her feet acted before she could think it through and the next moment, she was turning the handle on the fifth year boys dorm door. The wood creaked as she pushed into the room but then she was padding across the ground, beelining straight towards Evan's bed and crawling under the covers. "Hey, I... c-c-can... can I just lay h-here for a bit?"
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Nov 10, 2019 5:06:04 GMT
After a long night of studying whilst handfeeding an orphaned fox kit in the common room, Evan finally tucked the animal into his designated drawer and changed into his pyjama pants. Before he could finally climb into the bed that was beginning to get a wee bit small truth be told, Evan made sure that he put a fresh glass of water next to each of his dorm-mates beds, on their night stand. Yes, even Greyson who he still wasn't talking to, received a fresh glass. Regi's glass was fittingly sparkly and dainty whilst Greyson's was shatter proof because Merlin only knew what state he'd come to bed in any given night. It was so late by the time he tucked the covers up to his chin.
There was a creaking sound at the door but Evan's sleepy brain didn't think much of it. He did share a room with three other boys after all. The moment that the covers were being tugged away though, Evan was roused from the very brink of sleep and his tired, red eyes opened to see Agnes of all people. "Aggy?" he asked, rubbing his eye as he attempted to scooch over (he was a big brother, after all and scooching was second nature). "What's wrong? Are you ok?" the moment she was successfully under the bed, snugged against his bare chest, Evan looped his arm around her waist. "Did you have a bad dream..? or... a particularly good one? about me?" he whispered, attempting to keep his voice low enough not to wake his nosey dorm mates. Definitely not to try and be sexy or anything. Just normal banter to try and soothe whatever terror had brought Aggy to his bed this night.
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Nov 10, 2019 5:52:47 GMT
Merlin, the sheer size of Evan's body was on par to a... King bloody King, or something. He was just so big, taking up the entire bed and more. Were his feet dangling over the end of it? Probably. It was such a contrast to what she looked like in her own bed with no shot at even reaching the end of the mattress with her tippy toes. When the comforting weight of Evan's giant monkey arm slung over her side, Aggy tensed up for a split second before reminding herself that this was fine. Evan was safe. He wasn't ever going to hurt her, and that stupid bloody kissing game proved that he wasn't about to take advantage of her. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensation of Evan's body next to her before finally speaking, "Do you always sleep shirtless? Is it so you can stand nearby your open window with your chest hair fluttering in the breeze, hoping that some handsome Quidditch player flies by to take a gander and sweep you off your feet and onto his broom in more ways than one?"
Evan was asking whether she had a good dream or a bad dream, and Aggy grimaced as her mind flashed back to the nightmare that had hit her like a ton of bricks before. But she didn't want to talk about that, she wanted to get her mind off it the best way she knew how and that was by talking to Evan. "Are you starting a dream journal for me?" she asked, trying her best to leave her tone casual. But then she decided to take things further and say, "Yeah, definitely the most pleasant of dreams but not about you for once, Wood. You're there though. Here we are, sitting in History of Magic with O'Keeffe in one of his hokey pokey outfits, when all of a sudden Professor Tyrant walks in. Oh baby. They start off talking nicely, but O'Keeffe accidentally hits her with that great big knife of his with all of his gesticulating. Then things go awry, they argue and end up in a fiery embrace of passion. Literally. Turns out that O'Keeffe is able to breathe fire, and Tyrant has a pronged tongue like the snake she is. Who will win? I have no idea. Tune in next time for these are the days of our lives."
With her very fake recounting of her dream over and done with, Aggy twisted in Evan's arm to blink up innocently at him. "Hope that was satisfactory enough for the dream journal you're writing on my behalf, Evan."
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Nov 12, 2019 21:04:16 GMT
The warmth of another body, Aggy’s little body, slowly reaching Evan’s through the fabric of her pyjamas was very soothing and if Aggy caught the goofy smile on his face he’d never live it down. As she slowly seemed to relax into his embrace, Evan couldn’t help but chuckle at her question. ”Yeah, yeah I do - but mostly so that if I ever get a midnight visitor like you they’ll imagine my chest hair in a light breeze by the window,” Evan whispered in return. ”Dont you girls go topless at night? You should try it one night. I’m sure your chest hair will enjoy a bit of breeze too.” Would it be as red as the hair on her head though? Evan regretted wondering and shifted slightly in the bed.
”Not about me for once huh?” Evan playfully repeated before he shut his big gob to listen to her dream. It sounded terrifying. ”Merlin, Aggy, you’re into some weird shit. How does your mind even come up with that kind of stuff?” Evan’s dreams consisted almost entirely of taking care of different animals and his nightmares were going to class naked or his parents disappointment in him when Thomas makes it onto his dad’s team as a star recruit while he’s just casually there nursing a battered seagull on the sidelines.
”I’m never going to be able to look at those two the same way again ... Merlin have mercy that I don’t see them talk to each other ever,” Evan let his shoulders shudder at the thought and wrinkled his nose as The Picture of Innocence - also known as Aggy -asked if that was sufficient material for his dream journal. ”Mmm yes but you’ll have to help me decide between the mint scented ink - because mint is green like snakes - or erm orange scented because ... fire, hmmm choices choices. Maybe I can be totally wild and use both, you’re right!” Evan decided to lean into her joke about the journal because ... why not? If she laughed at his idiocy at least then she’d have a better night than whatever reason she had for visiting him in the first place.
Though the thought of what at least one of his dorm mates would do with such a visit crossed his mind. Nope. It’s ... its Aggy. Bad Greyson brain.
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Nov 16, 2019 10:19:41 GMT
"Your chest hair does drive me positively wild, Wood. I love a man who bears a striking resemblance to Tarzan - oh, wait. He has no chest hair. Damn Disney and their lack of realism," Aggy said, deflating towards the end of her words because they totally just jacked the metaphor she was hurtling towards. Fuck Disney... or maybe not. Slamming her hand down on the mattress at her realisation, Aggy broke into a grin. "No, you're Gaston. Minus the blatant misogyny and vanity, of course, but I bet every inch of you is covered in hair that a-flutters in the night breeze." His joke that her chest hair needed to be aired out had Aggy's fingers reaching down, pinching his side. "You wish, Wood. My chest hair's for my eyes only, maybe Lyuba's if she's lucky.
How did she come up with such things? A vivid imagination, evidently. "Bullshitting is a skill coveted by many, I'm sure," Aggy said, simply smiling sweetly at Evan's declaration that she was into some weird shit. "I hope if you see them together, you come and grab me. I can narrate every action of what they do together with a certain flair. I bet you'd love it, but not as much as my very alluring Scottish voice speaking in your ear. The sexiest of accents, as well all bloody well know, that's what gets you so hot about McGonagall - or maybe that's just me, speaking from personal experience."
"Mint and orange... you're the wildest person I know, Aggy deadpanned, before realising that when twisted towards him in this position... she was awfully close to his face. Literally inches away, in fact, like she had been when they'd... nope. Whilst Aggy's mind had clued onto the fact that talking about that kiss - well, their only kiss - whilst in bed was a bad idea, apparently her mouth hadn't caught up with the program. "You realise we're living out teenage tropes, don't you? By sharing a bed, a week or two after we've played spin the bottle. Next thing I know, you're going to scoop me up like a ragdoll again and put me on your -" That didn't sound right, uh... "What trope shall we ever conquer next? Playing seven minutes in heaven or truth or dare? Dealer's choice."
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Nov 17, 2019 7:16:58 GMT
"Disney... Tarzan...? isn't Tarzan like that wild boy brought up by gorillas or something? I'd imagine he's super hairy and ... like... dirty? He's probably hairy but it's all slicked back in mud or sweat because like... Africa... is hot, right?" Whilst Evan wasn't a pureblood, he didn't have much to do with the muggle world as his parents were heavily invested in that of the magical community. Still, Tarzan itself was an age old tale that existed well enough outside the Disney world for even Evan to know it. "I know that's what I end up like after a day of rehabilitation work during the summer." Evan said with an indulgent chuckle because the love he had for working with animals? He wasn't sure anything would ever match it.
"Gaston? I..." he was about to ask who this person was but then Aggy described his general character flaws and Evan's mind raced to object even further... "every inch of me huh? I think you'll find most people - yes, even you, - are covered in hair. It helps to regulate many things, but most importantly your body temperature. And let's face it, you're probably glad I've got extra cuz that makes me toasty warm and yes, I feel you snuggling into me for warmth, Ms Clearwater,"Evan, did someone ask for a biology lecture at 1am in the morning? Evan snugged her closer so that she couldn't wriggle away or out of his bed just in hot-headed temper. Cuddling was lovely and her hair smelled... like Aggy. Ahhh. "You and Lyuba? Hmm," the idea was... pleasant. He could appreciate Lyuba enjoying Aggy's chest hair dancing in the breeze. "Good for you - I know a lot of boys that are going to be jealous," Evan said with a nod. "Now, kindly tell me more about you and Lyuba?"and don't scooch so close to my...
"Come and grab you to narrate? But then I'd miss out on all that weirdness," Evan said with a laugh, shaking his head because, "just always watch out for a note. It could happen at any time. Mr Feathertail will prance on over to you with it." He laughed even harder when she spoke of how alluring her Scottish accent was - "Aggy, you're in a Scotsman's bed. In Scotland. Its the Welsh accent that is the exotic one, sorry to burst your little bubble."
Merlin, Evan was caught by just how close Aggy had turned and when she deadpanned him, he resisted the urge to poke his tongue out at her because... because it would have ended with him accidentally licking the tip of her nose or something incredibly stupid like that. Stupid things always happened when Roo writes her poor characters. He opened his lips, about to ask what a teenage trope was when she explained and he focused on that rather than... closing his mouth. For some reason, it wanted to stay parted this ... this close to ... to hers. "Onto my...?" Evan asked innocently followed closely by, "seeing as I don't know what Seven Minutes of Heaven is.... this teenaged trope is gonna go with.... truth or dare. You first, did you like being scooped up like a ragdoll?" Evan, you dolt, you're meant to find out if they want truth or dare first.
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Nov 17, 2019 12:34:26 GMT
"Yes, positively filthy, just like you and your mind," Aggy confirmed with a cheerful nod as well, but then Evan started... asking if Africa was hot and talking about Tarzan's slicked back hair and... she said weird shit? She said weird shit? Excuse him very much. But then Evan announced that he ended up in a similar state to Tarzan during the summer and Aggy's mind conjured up some very... interesting images. "Do you also end up wearing a loincloth during your rehabilitation work because I'd love to see that. As the famous wordsmith Lizzie McGuire said - this is what dreams are made of. I've never related so much to a sentence in my life."
For some reason absolutely beyond her, Evan started going into a biology lecture, talking about body hair and regulation and Aggy blinked at him before saying, "I adore it when you mansplain things to me, Wood. It gets me hotter than your extra body hair cuddled up against me and my sexy flannelette pyjamas." Despite her very dry tone, Aggy wiggled back into Evan's embrace because he was practically a furnace, scorching hot through her layers of clothing. As Evan all but demanded to know more about her and Lyuba, Aggy decided to grant him his wish. Who said she wasn't nice? "Yeah, me and Lyuba. We're best bosom buds and every night before bed, we have a side by side comparison of who's chest... hairs are bigger. It's a sight to see, four bouncing, hairy boobies being pressed up next to each other with moonlight streaming through the windows because we're too stupid to draw the curtains closed."
Evan was laughing at her declaration that she had an alluring accent and immediately, Aggy's hand shot down to rest on his... stomach? Why was it resting there, she didn't know, but she didn't particularly care as she leaned over to whisper in her most seductive tone in his ear, "Yer bum's oot the windae!"before drawing back, smiling widely. "How is that not alluring? I'll wait, Wood, until you can tell me. I'll be here alllll nighttttt."
"Seven Minutes of Heaven is where two teenagers - a.k.a. people our age, despite our grandparent~ish tendencies at times - go into a closet for seven minutes and get frisky because they have low impulse control and are a bunch of hornbags who like to get it on within earshot of their friends because that's just a joy for everyone," Aggy said sweetly, because even though she hadn't played the game, she didn't live under a rock. It turned out her little explanation of the game didn't matter, however, as Evan decided they were going to play Truth or Dare instead. Right. "Yeah, nothing turns me on quite like the fifteen year old physical embodiment of Arnold Schwarzenegger throwing me about like I'm nothing." Except... well, despite her utter sarcasm, it had turned her gears. God, she was such a... cliche. "Anyway, you cheated. You have to ask me truth or Ddare first, then wait for me to choose. Which means you have a redo, and I don't get the painstaking task of thinking up a truth or a dare straight off the bat. I choose truth this time, by the way, thanks so much for asking.
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Dec 30, 2019 1:33:51 GMT
"How do you know what goes on in my mind, Aggy? Have you suddenly become a legillimens in secret? You do know that above all else, that's an invasion of privacy," Evan mock-chided because he was pretty sure she wasn't, or that she ever would abuse that kind of power. At the mention of him in a loin cloth being the pinnacle of Agnes' fancy, Evan could only laugh - it was loud enough, in fact, that it made someone stir in the other beds. Evan shook his head (as much as one can when laying on a pillow) and replied, "you mean me in my pyjama pants doesn't do it enough for you?" he whispered, a playful attempt at a sexy smile on his face.
Evan never knew that mansplaining could turn people on - he went bright red in the cheeks because the idea that Agnes was... that... was... wow women were weird weren't they? What next? A stick of butter too? "I .. well.. try to contain yourself, I'm a young man with honour ok?"MERCIFUL MERLIN WHY IS SHE WIGGLING?! Evan put his hand on her hip to stop her from moving, his grip firm but hopefully not painful. "Stop wiggling, Aggy," he said, gruffer than usual and a stern look on his face because if she continued... he'd be ridiculously embarassed. Alas, she granted his wish of knowing more about what the fifth year girls got up to in the dorm room and Evan's mind became very imaginative. He was probably very lucky, in that moment, that Agnes was not a legillimens. His throat went dry and his grip on her hip all of a sudden felt very hot and.... Reginald after a shower. Greyson literally any time. Assisting a calf birth in the middle of a paddock."... mmhmm," was the only sound he managed to force out in reply to her vivid picture. Fuck.
Aggy was relentless, though, as she put her own hand on his stomach and leaned in to whisper something. Goosebumps raised all over him and he forced out a nervous laugh as he shuddered them away. "That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard," he said, hoping that he delivered it sarcastically but probably failing miserably. "I hope yer not up fer much sleepin'," he returned the whisper, 'playfully'. The grip on her hip had changed, though, bringing her closer to him rather than away.
Well, Evan's clouded mind couldn't decide if he had made the better or worse choice out of Seven Minutes in Heaven and Truth or Dare. The memory of their kiss at the party, the way their bodies were already so close in his bed... it was probably for the best that ... "Not even mansplaining?" Evan interjected with a daring chuckle and wiggle of his brow before he was being chastised for not playing the game correctly. "Oh yes right because you're a stickler for rules. I forgot," Evan cleared his throat and his hand magically slid from Agnes' hip and up under her shirt, where the curve of the hips joining the torso began. "Do you like Mr Feathertail?"
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Dec 30, 2019 10:28:25 GMT
"And if I was a privacy-invading legillimens, what would you do? Smack me? Good bloody luck with that, Wood. I'd smack you ten times harder with all the tremendous strength I hold in my twiggy little arms," Aggy told him sweetly, before all of a sudden a very strange smile crossed Evan's face. It was reminiscent of some of the movie characters she had seen on the big screen, and she desperately hoped she wasn't about to get Hannibal'd... instead, no, she was just asked about whether Evan's pyjama pants did it for her. "I only get turned on by full sets of pyjamas, I'll have you know. Better luck next time Wood, may the odds ever be in your favour."
A heavy and hot weight clamped down on her hip all of a sudden, and Aggy's eyes went wide because she had not been expecting that. "Is this the part where you complete contradict your statement of being honourable by using your brute strength to rip off my clothing? Because I gotta say, Evan..." She wasn't completely opposed. But then she was being ordered to stop wiggling and Evan was 'mmhmming' at her story and Aggy tilted her head back to look at him, completely affronted. "I'm sorry, was my description of hairy, bouncing boobs boring you? Apologies. I'll try and make it bigger for you next time - the story, not the boobs. God knows I'm flat as an ironing board. You probably have bigger boobs than me."
Evan shuddered under her touch which was weird, but she chalked the shivering up to the fact that it was still February and he was an genius who decided to go to bed shirtless. She nodded as he said her words were the sexiest thing ever because he hit the nail on the head, and then she let out a very exaggerated simper. "No, not up for sleeping at all. I adore sleep deprivation, Wood. It's my favourite state to be in which is perfect because it's the one I'm in most of the time."
"Mansplaining is a close second to Arnold Schwarznegger throwing me around when it comes to turning my gears. It's quickly followed by watching someone suck the life out of a vegetarian sausage and... would you look at that, you manage to tick all three boxes for Aggy's turn on's. Incredible," Aggy told Evan with a very solemn nod, before her eyes blinked wide at the feeling of Evan's bare hand skating up to her hip. That was... well, different. If it were anyone else attempting that, they would have been minus a hand by now but... she trusted him. She knew he wouldn't try anything without her permission and it... it felt good. More than, even, and this time she was the one shuddering. "Mr... Mr. Feathertail is alright for a cat, I suppose. Lookie here, I'm about to stick to the rules because I'm a good girl and it's my turn - truth or dare?"
