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 ARIELLA TYRELL on Sept 25, 2019 9:28:34 GMT
Another class, another bunch of know it all students and idiots filling up her classroom. Ariella was quite surprised with the amount of students coming to her classes at this age. Then again she shouldn't be unhappy about it because the more people knowing about the amazing abilities potions held, the more they realize that this isn't just brewing fun drinks, it was an art on its own.
What she also noticed was that this class and many of these students have been causing quite the riots with her co workers. It was amusing to hear during staff meetings and often Ariella had to keep that amusement to herself. As soon as everyone was seated she closed the door with her wand and had the ingredients of the potion written on the board.
Red Wine (100 mL)
Prune Juice (10 mL)
Hairy Fungus
Tortoise Shell
5 Caterpillars
1 Bat Tongue
Ariella watched them all and and just handed out the assignment papers. "Can someone tell me what potion is brewed with these ingredients?" she asked as she walked past the students. She didn't expect them to riot here, there was no point to it. She wasn't even going to bring it up, they were here to brew potions.
Once she handed out all the assignments she took a seat at her desk. "I just handed you out an assignment I expect back on my desk next week about the pro's and cons of this potion, the risks and dangers as well." she said and eyed the ingredients on the blackboard.
"Pair up, don't make me do it for you. You're young adults after all." she said and waved her hand that they could go to work.
Slowly heat the red wine and prune juice and begin stirring clockwise until you can just see bubbles starting to form. Immediately add the Hairy Fungus and continue to stir clockwise for ten minutes. Continuing to stir clockwise, add the crushed tortoise shell. After 8 minutes, remove the cauldron from the heat and add the caterpillars and bat tongue, making sure to continue to stir the solution in a clockwise motion. As the potion cools, it will turn milky white. Once it is completely cooled (about 15 to 20 minutes), you may cease your clockwise stirring and dispense the potion into appropriate vials for storage.
Post by VINDA SELWYN on Sept 25, 2019 10:35:46 GMT
Potions was a useful subject and Vinda had always thought so, ever since she was a young child. She had started brewing her own potions at the tender age of seven, her eyes meticulously scanning her older brother, Pierre's, books and soaking in any scrap of information she could fine. It had been a distraction to begin with, a hobby to try and distract herself from her mother stumbling around downstairs in the kitchen... and in the lounge room... and in the bedroom. But as soon as she'd started created successful potions, pouring her heart and soul into perfecting them, she'd fallen in love and she hadn't stopped potion making ever since. In fact, she even kept a notebook of her own creations stored carefully in the bottom of her trunk.
Raising her hand up, Vinda was confident as she answered the Professor's question. This time, this class, was going to go well... and if someone provoked her (looking at you, Arthur Longbottom), then they would be a tongue lashing back. After all, despite how much the consequences of her actions in History of Magic had stung afterwards, she still had enough self-confidence to say that she was not in the wrong at the time. "It's the Aging Potion, Professor Tyrell. It causes the drinkers to age in advance," she replied, primly placing her hands on the desk in front of her. She could yammer on about the ingredients, the method to make the potions because she knew the ins and outs already but unlike some of her classmate's siblings, she didn't feel the need to ramble on like bumbling moron.
But then it was time for pairing off and Vinda's eyes swept the classroom because besides Willy and Isobel, who did she like? Her future husband? Debatable. Instead of making an active decision to find a partner, Vinda sat in her seat with her legs crossed and waited for them to come to her.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Sept 29, 2019 1:50:33 GMT
Having grown up in a ... different? ... no, very adult environment, Willy found all the potions that Ms Toilet Tyrell came to teach them to be rather... lacking in originality. Pedestrian. William had been experimenting or watching people do so since he was knee high to a house elf and he could do this recipe in his sleep. His self-stirring cauldron was set up and he instantly narrowed his sights onto the only interesting part about Toilet’s lesson.
The wine.
”Why the fuck would anyone want to age up? Ridiculous fucking potion,” Willy shook his head, one of the long ear rings he had in jangling with the movement. ”I can tell you right here and now the only pro to it is the wine you guzzle before you even think about making the fucking thing.” With that, Willy grabbed a bottle, expertly removed the cork with his teeth and took a long swig.
Post by ARIELLA TYRELL on Sept 29, 2019 8:47:27 GMT
One day she knew it was going to come yet when it did happen Ariella was beyond unamused. Did she look like the type of professor you can waltz over because she cares about her students? No. She didn't give a single fuck about their education or any of them so if they fucked up or messed with her classes, they were gone. For good. The woman was here to teach the importance of potions and if people couldn't see it then get the fuck out.
Her eyes were on miss Selwyn first, she was one of the few people Ariella thought would be hope for in this place. "Exactly." she said and arched her brow when another Slytherin spoke up. A disgrace of the slytherin house and a waste of her precious time. Ariella waved her wand to take the wine away from this child and placed the bottle on her desk.
"Leave." she said simply with her cold tone and her eyes on the boy. "Thirty points from Slytherin and stop wasting everyone's time here, most importantly mine." she said and swung the door open with her hand. "I assume you know how to find the exit. I'll have a word with your head of house and you will be no longer welcome in my classes. Goodbye Mr. Wagtail." she then turned her attention away, he didn't deserve it.
"As I said, pair up and start working on the potion." she told the others.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Sept 29, 2019 9:46:23 GMT
"Leave," Willy mimicked around the neck of the wine bottle. "Sorry babe, I'm not a dog nor am I a house elf," Willy sneered, easily draining the bottle like the skilled alcoholics he'd grown up around. Standing up, Willy cast the accio spell to bring all the other bottles he could see to his outstretched hands. "If I thought for a second that you'd get your nose out of your arse - or is it your daddy's arse? Or would you have to line up because of his staggering amount of wives and mistresses? Who even cares? - " he continued to pop another cork off a bottle of wine and without his hands (as they were full) necked the contents again.
It was not a nice drop. But Willy had drunk worse.
"Anyway - if I thought for a second you could teach anything of use, I might cry," Willy rolled his eyes and popped the cork on the third bottle with a swift tug of his teeth and a jerk of his neck. "This shit? Are you trying to bore us to death? " Willy dropped an empty wine bottle and grinned at the mischief. If he was getting kicked out for the remainder of the year... may as well go out with a bang, hmm? "Nah, your face does that well enough."
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 29, 2019 10:48:21 GMT
Potions, whilst the Professor scared the living beejebus out of her, was one of Grace's better subjects. She was above average when it came to potion making because in a way, it was very similar to cooking which was something she excelled at - not that she'd admit that out loud because it sounded an awful lot of bragging.
Settling into her seat, very steadily avoiding the gaze of Aiden Valentino - an art she had become quite practiced at over the last few days - Grace started to pull out her belongings. Whilst she understood Aiden's very valiant actions of defending Vinda and taking her out of the History of Magic classroom, the fact that he had apparently breezed past the bit where the Slytherin girl had called her a dog before saying something about 'rumour has it...' regardingher stung. Likely more than it was supposed to. On top of that, Grace still didn't know what Vinda had whispered in Arthur's ear because her brother was keeping that a tightly guarded secret.
Listening to what they were supposed to do and obeying the orders of pairing up, Grace had only just gotten out of her seat and taken a few steps across to find a partner when suddenly, Willy had something to say. A lot of somethings that involved swearing, each filthy word making Grace cringe and tense up because it was just so... brutal. But then to make matters worse, Willy was chugging the wine and Grace took a few steps backwards, bumping into the person behind her with a mumbled apology.
Professor Tyrell's next words would have made Grace cry if she were in Willy's shoes, but apparently had no effect on the seventh year who gave it back so inappropriately, so horribly, that it made Grace's insides want to shrivel up. Her eyes without truly meaning to sought out Aiden, almost as a silent plea to ask him to say something, but then Willy dropped the wine bottle, causing it to smash and shatter across the ground, and she couldn't wait anymore.
"Willy," she started softly, a slight tremor to her words. "I think... I think it's time to leave. People... you could get expelled if you keep going, and you don't... I don't think you want that." With Grace's very small and timid piece said, her entire body lightly shaking from the pure anxiety of speaking up, she bit her lip. She didn't know what to expect in response, but her brain was screaming at her to expect the worst.
Emilian didn’t have a dislike for any class. There were just some they enjoyed more than others. Potions was alright in their books. At least it allowed the students to be active instead of sitting the entire lecture. Emilian who was very much a night person tended to fall asleep quickly. Even in the dungeons, Milly wore their goth sunglasses. While it might not be needed to wear them in a place without windows, Emilian was just so used to wearing them at day time.
Like every other class, the brunette remained silent despite knowing the answer. Interaction with the living was still a little much despite attempting to do so for the past five and a half year. They preferred to work alone. When the teacher announced to pair up, Emilian grew slightly worried even if their face remains void of emotion as always.
For once they were almost glad someone decided to pick a fight with the Professor. This was quite something. Milly gasped and looked between Wagtail and the Professor. At home things like this never occurred so it felt like watching a very exciting movie for the first time. They couldn’t take their eyes off the scene that played before them.
Now don’t take them wrong; Milly loved wine. However, they’d never seen anyone chug the bottles like their lives depended on it. Emilian wondered which emotions caused the seventh year to act like this. Such extreme emotions fascinated the young human raised by vampires. Good luck getting any jobs without a paper, Mr. Wagtail. I suppose you're pretty that'll probably help.
Poor Grace, lords of the night bless her heart, decided to be the better person in this situation. Milly felt for her with very piece of their soul.
Jonah had been seated in the back of the classroom, adjusting his prefect badge on his robes as he listened to the commotion between the professor, and the Slytherin boy. This was not what he had expected for the class to go that day, but he knew some people had problems with this professor, and disrespecting her was something a student shouldn’t do. There was something wrong with this image here, but he had kept his mouth shut between the others. He would step in if need to be.
But for now, this was the battle between professor Tyrell and the student. His eyes looked straight at Grace, and he looked back at the Slytherin asshole. Just fantastic.
Elijah had been not wanting to go to class because he believed to have caught a bug but instead he went anyway. He was going to man through it, and maybe go to the hospital wing if he felt even more faint. He had leaned back in his chair as the class had started, but...Willy had spoken up and he had raised an eyebrow at the male. Great, there goes the house points for the Slytherin house. There was no way in hell they were going to get through with this lesson today, huh?
He looked toward his sister for a moment, then at Ozzy who was seated next to her looking like he was about to lose it. This wasn’t good.
Morgan had seated next to her girlfriend’s brother because Ozzy had wanted to sit next to his friend. She didn’t mind it one bit because even though she and Ozzy were always at each other’s throats, she respected her girlfriend’s friendship with the male. Funny enough the two girls had dated the guy once upon a time, and were now dating each other. It was odd, but whatever. People date each other’s exes, no big deal.
When Willy had started with his bullshit, Morgan had stared at Ozzy to make sure he wasn’t going to murder him for disrespecting his sister. She knew how protective Ozzy could be over family. If this was her sister (thank goodness it wasn’t), she would curse Willy.
The female looked at her girlfriend, moving her hand over to nudge her arm and nodded at Ozzy. Last thing they needed was for a duel to happen in the middle of potions class. ”Watch him. Make sure he doesn’t try anything stupid.” she hissed over at her girlfriend.
She looked at Willy, standing up. ”I suggest you leave right now before you make things worse for yourself, Wagtail.”
It seemed like a normal day for classes, and he was feeling pretty good about himself. He had sat beside his ex-girlfriend turned close friend in potions class expecting another potions class, and for the first time in a long time, he was smiling. Maybe it was because of Chelsea, maybe it was a beautiful morning in general. Who the hell knows. But this smile had faded away when Wagtail had started on the professor, who happened to be his sister and one of the few women that Ozzy himself, feared.
One major thing. Do not insult his family in front of Oswald Tyrell. When Willy had decided to bring his father into this shit, Ozzy was about to lose his cool and had managed to reach into his robes for his wand. His hand, wrapping around the object and he had sent him a glare. He had to share a dorm with this asshole.
He was seeing red. He was going to friggin’ commit murder for his family. The world would be better off with this guy dead.
Being in classes with people like this was depressing enough but them to act out, well that is something she should've brought popcorn for. The brunette watched the scene unfold, William decided to throw a baby tantrum and it was pathetic to say the least. With a sigh she held back Ozzy and shook her head. "Don't.. you don't need to get expelled.." she told him and eyed Morgan and Elijah for a moment before looking towards William.
Come on dude.. knock it off. She thought to herself and shook her head. The more people to get into it the more glory he would feel for causing a riot in the first place.
One minute, things were going well. Vinda was answering a question, but then Willy, the chaotic soul that he was, decided to down an entire bottle of wine and curse out Professor Tyrell. Whirling around to face him, her eyes blazing with annoyance because he was disrupting a class she enjoyed and she was going to end up getting kicked out again, she answered his question, "Some people who cannot possibly wait until they're seventeen sometimes drink a few drops of the potion so they can get into bars, or legally buy alcohol from shops. That's why. It's also handy to know if someone gets hit with a spell or dosed with a potion that reverses them in age because this can undo the damage. That's why."
The next thing she knew, Professor Tyrell was kicking Willy out of class, and he was digging his heels in like the glorified mule he was. He wasn't incorrect about the Tyrells because they did breed like inelegant rabbits, spawning the school with their own offspring... a lot of whom were definitely defective with the way they presented themselves. Vinda sat back, watching as several of her classmates attempted to play hero and control Willy, studying each of them carefully and wondering why they thought he would listen to them? Did they really have such a grand sense of self-importance?
But then with her observance, she saw Ozzy Tyrell reaching into his pocket, and Vinda's own hand flew to her wand as she sent him a look that screamed, "if you pull a wand on Willy, I'll pull one on you." There weren't many people out there she'd draw a wand for... Pierre, Isobel and maybe her sister cousin Flora depending on what she was wearing that day, but for Willy she'd do it in a heartbeat. Keeping one eye trained on Ozzy, Vinda spoke up, "Go back to the dorms, Willy. I know you have better things to do than drink sub-par wine in the middle of a classroom."
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Oct 7, 2019 3:07:46 GMT
Willy’s grin as Vinda - not the teacher, mind you - answered his original question would have made the Grinch proud. Such a clever little witch was the Selwyn, Willy almost felt bad for disturbing Ms Toilet’s sleep-inducing class. ”Watch out Ariella,” William said with as much mockery as he would if he had called her Toilet out loud, ”I do declare your students do a better job at educating than you ever have. That’s not hard to believe though, given the talent in the classroom - no, not yours, Tyrell, I think talent was bred out of your family years ago,” Willy stood up and turned then to the polite little voice from the back.
Awww, little Grace almost had Willy convinced that he should calm down and just bow out. Then the red-headed Tyrell loving freak piped up and ruined Willy’s mellowing mood. ”Hey Morgan? Go suck a fat one would ya? Hahaha yeah that’s right - Ryker you indulged a little too much over Christmas break love. You’re a right chubby chaser, Morgan. Surprised you’ve not been suffocated yet,” Willy said with a sneering smirk because this was very cathartic. He’d bottled up all his feelings and hid them this past few months with drugs and alcohol and finally letting these dick heads have two minutes of his thoughts felt so good. ”Your lot are more into beastiality, little wolf fuckers screw everything up for everyone else well ... hopefully Dallas chews his own tail off when he turns next. A little thing called Karma, that is.”
Willy has let off a whole lot of steam and boy did it feel good. It probably wouldn’t when he would have to face the music in the following hours but fuck it. ”Good bye ya bunch of basic bitches - except you of course, V. At least you have something to actually teach this class. Yeah don’t worry Ariella I’ll swing past O’Connor’s on me way to me dorm,” Willy strutted out of the class room like he was on a catwalk.
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Oct 7, 2019 4:15:54 GMT
Oy vey - wait, when did Arthur get Jewish? Arthur had come into class with his trademark goofy smile and grinned at Vinda because why the hell not? He was about to move to pair up with the blonde little firecracker when all hell let loose. The F bombs were flying so rapidly out of Willy's mouth that Arthur was left stunned for a good few minutes before Gracie of all the people tried to difuse the situation. Whilst the big brother in him swelled with pride the other part made him clamour to get to her side and put a protective arm around her. "... wow he got out of bed on the wrong side today, hey?" Arthur tried to take his sister's attention before she had the chance to get too much more F-bombed or insulted like half of the class. "Goodness I'm looking forward to making this aging up potion.... if ... there's.. any wine left...?" Ahhh, Arthur, thou art a useless Longbottom.