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 DIO GREYBACK on Sept 11, 2019 20:53:47 GMT
Dio was in a bad mood. Strike that, Dio was in a terrible mood. He got another howler from his mother. The only lucky part was that nobody else was present when he opened it. The words had stung enough, he didn’t need anyone knowing about them. The injuries he received during the Christmas break had healed mostly, only some bruises were still very present. They were still enough of a reminder of what he could expect when the school year ended. And he was not looking forward to it.
Being reminded how much of a failure he was, had Dio turn to booze. He was drunk and couldn’t sleep. The Slytherin stumbled through the castle corridors, punching walls, calling portraits names while coming awfully close to them with his knife. He was pissed and ashamed. Drinking problems away was another sign of weakness. He just wasn’t meant for greatness like his brother.
His sharp ears picked up a sound from behind the corner. Was it a prefect? Boy, he’d be in trouble if they found him right now. Not that he could care. Detention would also serve as a distraction, so he just shrugged and went for it. A sly smirk charmed his face as he turned around the corner to face whoever was there. “Well well who do we have here?” His words were on the edge, alert and amused. This was no perfect but a little runt lost from the herd. Now this was entertainment. “Lost your way to the nerd tower, heh?” Dio started circling the boy like a hunter closing in on its prey. When feeling down it always felt good to know he still had some power left.
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on Oct 3, 2019 11:47:23 GMT
It had been a long month and Alex had felt like a passenger of a rollercoaster for most of it, riding the ups and downs of the track. He had gone from being depressed and barely able to get out of bed, to almost euphorically happy at the Christmas dinner with Professor Savage's offer to adopt him, and now he was back down to feeling... meh. He didn't know why, he couldn't explain it, because he wanted to be happy. He had something to look forward to. He, logically, shouldn't be feeling down and yet... here he was, wandering the halls in the early hours of the morning because his brain just wouldn't let him stay asleep.
Heading towards the east wing of Hogwarts, Alex wondered if perhaps he could find some new books sitting on the shelves in there. The library was closed, obviously, and he'd ran out of things to read. But as he stepped forward towards the doors, a voice met his ears and instantly, he was put on high alert. He knew that voice anywhere, it followed him like a bad smell. Taking in the appearance of Dio who looked worse for wear, Alex watched with tired eyes as the boy circled him like a crow, ready to dive in and start picking at his carcass at any given moment. True to form, the boy did just that a moment later, taunting words leaving his lips.
Perhaps stupidly - okay, no, definitely stupidly, Alex wound up reply, "You're the one who's about six floors up. Did you lose your way to dungeon?" It was idiotic to bite back, but he was so tired that he just didn't care. What was the worst Dio could do? Hit him? Alex had taken plenty of pain and punishment over the last decade in group homes. Being hurt by someone with a wand wasn't going to hurt much more.
Dio paused for a second upon receiving the attempted bite back. Then the blonde busted into a laughter. “Oi, oi oi,” he laughed and shook his head. “Acting tough, huh? Very well…” His lips turned into a sly smirk. There were no teachers around so he could do whatever he wanted. And he did. “Let’s test how tough you are, little man,” Dio licked his lips and went into offence mode. With one arm he pressed hard against the Ravenclaw’s chest, pushing him against the wall. The other hand found its way to Alexander’s throat and his fingers wrapped around it. He didn’t squeeze yet, because he wanted to test the kid.
Now this would cheer him up for sure. Poor little Raven boy. By fighting back, the fourth year had sealed his face. The Slytherin growled and leaned closer to whisper in the kid’s ear: “Come on, fight back. Hit me.” He wanted to see what this wuzz could do. Dio hoped he could surprise him and actually do it. However, the chance was big the guy was just as weak as he looked. ALEXANDER GREENAWAY,
5'11 | dangerous outside soft inside | single | hetroflexible
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on Oct 5, 2019 12:16:00 GMT
In the blink of an eye, Alex was pinned against the wall, one arm barred against his chest and one hand wrapped against his throat. He wasn't pushing hard enough to cut off his airway, or to even bruise the skin. Alex had dealt with worse, and he stared at Dio with his bloodshot, sleep deprived eyes. "What do you want? Money?" he said, shaking his head. "Cause whatever it is, I can't give it to you. I'm not that type of orphan. I'm not Bruce Wayne."
Dio was leaning in closer, his breath tickling the skin of his ear, goading him and Alex was tired. He was so tired of Dio thinking that he had the upper hand on him, that he could scare him shitless whenever the hell he wanted. Normally, Alex would just stand there and take it but he felt empty tonight, completely detached from his emotions and all sense of fear. So what if he got the shit kicked out of him? So what if he got beat to death? He didn't care, not at that moment.
"Has anyone told you that you're the world's biggest prick?" he said, staring Dio dead in the eyes, right before his foot swung up with the most amount of force he could muster, aiming straight between Dio's legs for the kill shot. With any luck, hopefully it'd connect just as skillfully as the lightsaber did when lopping of Luke Skywalker's hand.
Dio scoffed and laughed. “Money?” He repeated the word as if the boy had said something ridiculous. Money wasn’t going to make him feel better. “I’m not looking for a Bruce whoever the fuck. Anyone who can stand up and fight will do.” The drunk Slytherin licked his lips. Well? What was the little weasel going to do? Chicken out of right back?
There it was, that look. Dio grinned in victory. Had he been sober he could’ve easily blocked the kick. However the blocking wasn’t entirely successful. Even with the block Alex still managed to land a hit. Enough to have some effect. The Slytherin groaned and went through his knees it hurt. But then he laughed through the pain. “I knew it, you’ve got something in you,” he grinned victoriously and scrambled himself up. “Fighting dirty and all. I love it,” the Slytherin chuckled and patted the kid on his shoulder. “That feels good, does it? Hit me again, in the face this time.” ALEXANDER GREENAWAY,
5'11 | dangerous outside soft inside | single | hetroflexible
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on Oct 14, 2019 6:51:13 GMT
"I don't understand why you -" Hate me so much. Alex dropped the words before he could finish his sentence, his eyes rolling. He didn't get why Dio wanted him to fight him either. Was he a glutton for punishment? Did he get off on it somehow? Trying his best to keep his mouth shut, to keep from finding out the real reason why Dio disliked him so much, Alex focused on the other part. "Bruce Wayne's Batman. He's an orphan too, like me, but he was born into money. My parents didn't leave me a cent."
The kick that Alex had landed towards Dio's groin connected and for one, weird moment, he felt better. Like kicking the Slytherin had been a release of all the frustration he'd had pent up inside him for the past month - no, past years towards Greyback. When Dio reached out to pat his shoulder, Alex flinched instinctively and took a step back, head shaking at his next words because Dio loved it? He loved Alex fighting dirty, and he was laughing at the pain he had caused him. It was twisted and Alex's brain shouted at him, 'This is wrong.' For once, Alex listened to it. "I'm not... I'm not fighting you. I'm not giving you what you want, not anymore. That was it," Alex said, hands raised. "Go fight someone else like... Avery. I'm, uh... I'm not interested."
“Why I what? Speak your damn mind,” he hissed in annoyance. People without any opinion or spine were worse than the worst assholes in the world. They were granted with the gift of life and decided to do nothing with it. Meanwhile people in his brother’s pack were being slaughtered for wanting to live. People like this twig got on his wrong side quickly. “Money doesn’t decide your value. Stop comparing yourself to others and start being your own person,” Dio snarled because why was it so hard for this guy to get it?
For a moment when he spotted a glimmer of victory and confidence in the Ravenclaw’s eyes, Dio got hope for the kid. But it all faded when he went back to being Mr. pushover. The Slytherin bit the inside of his cheek and pulled the shorter boy up by his collar. “What’s the matter? Scared that you might like it? You don't have to be a pushover all your life. I can teach you how to defend yourself. Even without permanently harming your opponent.” ALEXANDER GREENAWAY,
5'11 | dangerous outside soft inside | single | hetroflexible
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on Nov 7, 2019 8:12:27 GMT
Dio was there, goading him to give him an answer, and Alex snapped like a piece of string when pulled too taut. "Why you hate me. I haven't done a thing to you, I try to stay out of your way, I try - and yet you come back time and time again to torment me. It doesn't make sense. I've never done anything to you." Alex liked to think he'd never really done anything to anyone, that he mostly succeeded in his attempts to stick to the shadows. For some reason, Dio decided to drop a pearl of wisdom on Alex, declaring that he needed to stop comparing himself to others and be an individual. Alex didn't actually compare himself to others that often... did he? "Being myself gets me beaten where I live, or worse... it's not that easy for me."
The way he was tugged up so easily, accompanied by the words 'scared you might like it' sent a jolt of heat down Alex's spine and for one incredibly stupid moment, he wondered what it might be like to - but no. It wasn't the time, it never would be the time, and Dio wasn't even talking about kissing. His throat turned to sandpaper, Alex swallowed hard. "Why would... why would you want to teach me anything? You don't even like me. What's in... what's in it for you?"
