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!
Ministry Liason officer? Reading all of our correspondence? Looking for kids under the influence of werewolves? Ah, luck has turned its cheek to you, Sean!
After his first week of teaching, Sean was convinced he'd achieved the title of most hated staff member of Hogwarts. Of course, he wasn't bothered by the whining of little shits like Selywn and what's-his-face prefect, neither did he care for what O'Connor thought of him. As long as he could proceed to teach to students like Emil Zalewski, he was content if every other person wanted to stab him in the back. Little did they know he'd stab them first.
Though, it had quickly become apparent that Hope Grimblehawk shared that title with him. Nobody liked to have their privacy invaded, especially teenagers, and even more especially teenagers who thought they could "rebel against the system". Yes, in Sean's opinion anyone who supported werewolves was naive and misguided, like a little lamb. And what do wolves do with lambs? They eat them, not leaving even one bit of bone marrow behind.
Of course, when people knew that they were under surveillance, they tended to either A) not talk, or B) spread misinformation, making everything that much harder. But Sean had a cure for that -- he was a Legilimens. And if any of the students were hiding a werewolf in the depths of their mind, then the sanctity of their privacy was gone.
Then again, society frowned upon this and it was illegal, so Sean knew it wouldn't be wise to offer his expert help outright. No, no, first he had to find out what kind of person Miss Grimblehawk was. So, a plan was born. Sean had invited her for tea after class, for a pleasant little chat, as he had stated.
He was sat in his office, a kettle of hot water and two mugs on his desk, his most comfortable chair set across from him. His tuxedo cat, Sir Fluffybutt, was laying on the windowsill behind, and Sean hoped that the woman wasn't allergic to cat fur, because he was sure there wasn't a piece of his clothing that wasn't clad with it.
Once Hope arrived, Sean did away with the pleasantries and got right to the point.
"I've a few questions for you. Please, do tell me, what are you trying to achieve by monitoring mail?"
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 9, 2019 12:01:24 GMT
It was only a few days into Hope's stint at Hogwarts as the Ministry Liaison and she was abundantly aware that nobody liked her, but after so many years working in the Ministry, upholding and supporting the legislation that they had put in place not just against werewolves but against the wizarding world as a whole? She was used to it.
But it had been hard... at first, getting accustomed to people disliking her. When she'd first started in the Ministry, there were many days she used to come home, crawl into bed beside her husband and burst into tears - and that was when she was just doing simple administrative work. If she'd thought that had been hard at the time, it was nothing compared to the hatred she'd received as an Auror, But she didn't have Osian when she'd embarked on that journey of her career, and so she'd had to learn how to pick herself back up without his love, his support, and put on a brave face. She was doing it for him and Arwen, after all. To get justice for them, and her parents.
Making her way to Sean O'Keeffe's office, Hope was aware that this man wasn't particularly well-liked by a lot of the student body either. She'd heard the murmurs among the students when they wandered towards his class, but then again... she'd heard very similar angry mutterings as students headed for the potions and the DADA classroom as well. It appeared not many enjoyed attending class in general, regardless of whom was teaching it.
As Hope stepped inside the office of Professor O'Keeffe, he was straight to the point. He didn't even bother introducing himself, instead demanding to know of what she wanted to achieve. She was used to that, men assuming they ran the show when they had meetings with her, regardless of all the achievements she had under her belt. Moving forward, a smile on her face, Hope disregarded his question for the time being, her hand struck out towards him. "First things first, it's nice to meet you, Mr. O'Keeffe. I don't get into details without the pleasantries first. It's only polite, after all," she said. "I'm sure you know who I am, given you invited me here, but I'm Hope."
Taking a seat, legs crossed, Hope moved onto his question. "There was a mass message sent out to the staff about my intentions, I believe, but I'll re-iterate: my goal by monitoring the mail is to ensure the children's safety. If there's anything alarming like werewolves trying to influence the minds of students, sending them their locations or details of any wrongdoings they're planning on doing, then I'm there to note it down. I'm also paying particular attention to the language patterns used by students as some who are very pro werewolf can lead to taking radical actions on their behalf - for example, those who helped carry out that attack at the Winter Ball." Her explanation thoroughly laid out, Hope sent Sean a smile once more after she eyed the kettle and mugs in front of them. "You mentioned tea, I believe?"
She'd deflected his question pointing out his social inadequacy and lack of manners by extending her own hand for a shake. A light shade of red appeared on his pale cheeks as he turned around and finally faced her, instead of staring at the tea set in front of him. By Merlin, isn't she fierce looking. For a moment he felt like an anxious teenager who'd messed up during a presentation in front of his whole class.
"Ah, yes, yes," he rambled, shaking her hand. His hands were cold and they were starting to twitch ever so slightly. His anxiety was rearing its ugly head at the most inopportune moment, as always. "I've always lacked in the manners department, if I do say so myself. Perhaps there will be no reason for you to remember my name after this conversation," he spoke, letting her hand go and sitting back down, "Or..., Hm, no, let's not get ahead of the events."
He listened to her words, hands folded together and head turned to the side. Sean quietly repeated some of the phrases he considered the most important -- it helped process the information before something else had raced past in his brain. 'Influence the minds of students... Language patterns...'
This seems like fruitful soil for a partnership. Fruitful indeed.
"That is all fine and well, yes," he spoke up after she'd finished, "But you do know that teenagers really hate being watched, right? Without a doubt they'd try to, say, pull pranks on you, or deliberately spread disinformation? Say, how would you know if the werewolves aren't feeding them false information, or if there isn't some kind of huge conspiracy? This wouldn't be the first time in history when a group of students have...How to put it... Well, you know." The antics of one Potter were known far and wide, and who was to say that the current students wouldn't make fools out of the government once more?
"As for tea... What would you prefer? I've got plenty of herbs stashed."
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 13, 2019 12:21:56 GMT
Not missing a thing, Hope's attentive eyes caught the way the man's cheeks reddened as he he reached out to shake her hand with his own. The touch of his icy cold palm on her own really was quite startling and Hope's lips twitched with amusement. "I think you should invest in some mittens, else you might catch a cold," she said, before lightly shaking her head. "I have a great memory for names and faces. Comes with the job. I'm afraid people get too offended when I don't remember them." Administrative work had taught her that. It turned out older visitors to the department didn't exactly like it when you slipped up and she had once, on a very memorable occasion, had a woman with a bird-like figure perched upon her hat get about three inches from her face to scream about it too, spittle flying everywhere. Much more meek then, Hope had nearly burst straight into tears.
As Hope's words drew to a close after she'd explained her intentions, she listened calmly to the man's concerns. "I like to think I'm intelligent enough to know when I'm being deceived, Mr. O'Keeffe," she said, twisting a lock of blonde hair and tucking it behind her ear. She'd come up against some of the most powerful wizards of the decade, aided with their arrests, and it would take more than a few teenagers writing silly notes to pull the wool over her eyes. "Of course, we won't pounce on information as soon as it's received. All leads will be thoroughly looked into, and this isn't the only way we're receiving information on the activity of werewolves either but that's classified information. Need to know only, I'm sure you understand."
Pausing to answer his question, she said, "Chamomile, please." Then she turned her attention back to more important matters. "Why are you so curious about my 'agenda,' Mr. OKeeffe?"
Sean fiddled with his fingers as he listened to Hope. His green eyes darted all over her face, giving himself a moment to take in her appearance. Flawless, blonde hair, a wide and angled face, large eyes, accented with tasteful make-up. She was a stunner... No wonder she started her career in the administration, someone wanted themselves a pretty secretary. But as they say, don't judge a book by its cover.
And there it was, yet another deflection -- Sean had insulted her intelligence. Usually he wouldn't have cared enough to notice these small things, but today was different. First of all, their topic of choice was one that made the young man terribly uncomfortable. He had to think about his words and the situation while avoiding falling into the ravine of terrible memories from that night, when he'd stood above his sister's corpse, up to elbows in blood.
Second of all, he wasn't sure of the outcome. If this had been a debate about history or the way he intended to teach his classes, he would be unshakable. And yet here he was trying to propose a rather illegal way of actions to a bloody Ministry Official.
And third of all...He was just a simple man, and the woman sitting across from him was bloody stunning. All things considered, Sean wasn't too surprised to find that his hands were shaking.
"Please, you can call me Sean," he said, getting up from his chair and starting to rummage through the countless cupboards on the walls of his office, pulling out little sacks of herbs and sticking his nose into it. "I'm interested because...Oh, this is definitely not what I'm looking for, this smells like dried fish, " he coughed, shoving the bag back into the depths it came from. "You see, I am a Legilimens. And we have a common enemy."
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 15, 2019 6:21:31 GMT
"Sean. Of course," Hope replied with a small nod. Some people like to be addressed by pleasantries only, it made them feel important and all mighty. Sean didn't seem to be one of that kind, instead preferring to be addressed a little less formally. Hope herself... well, it depended on the situation. If it was a meeting with a Ministry official, then Ms. Grimblehawk suited her fine - and always Ms. She may have kept her last name when she was married, but she had been married and even though he was no longer apart of this world... everything she did was for him, for Arwen. It was important people didn't assume that she was a 'Miss' to her. "Are you married, Sean?"
Her eyes trained on the man as he got up, hurriedly looking through his cupboard to find... whatever he was seeking, Hope wondered if he was normally this on edge, this frantic, or whether it was simply just her presence. "I'd rather forgo the dried fish tea," she said with a surprised laugh, waiting patiently as he answered her question.
A legilimens. Now, that was interesting. Hope was an occlumens - given her line of work, it had been of the utmost importance to become one. "Are you advanced? What's your skill level in legilimency?" she asked, straight and to the point. If he was a beginner, then his skill set was of no use to her. Then he stated something incredibly interesting, that they had a common enemy. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant with her being at the school and all. "A common enemy... I'm presuming you're talking about werewolves, Sean. Why do you consider them to be your enemy?" Most people... they were scared of werewolves. They'd say they hated them. They wouldn't call them their 'enemy,' a term that had a lot of resentment behind it.
'Are you married?' Sean couldn't help himself to blink rapidly at the question. If this was flirting, then boy, oh boy was she direct. If it wasn't, then...Why? The young man was rather puzzled, but after a moment of hesitation answered, a smile briefly appearing on his face.
"No, eligible bachelor and all, though the thought of a relationship has never seemed alluring to me," he said, "I like to think that history is my one true love." It was the truth -- yes, Sean thought that Hope was gorgeous, but he couldn't even fathom out himself ever being in a relationship. People were too prone to annoying Sean, but history? Far less so.
"It's sage," he added quickly right after dropping the bomb, "Very good for when you have a cold, but smells absolutely disgusting." After a few more moments he finally sat down, clutching a small, green cloth bag in his hands. And after a few more the scent of chamomile filled the air, and Sir Fluffybutt, Sean's tuxedo cat, had jumped on the desk to investigate.
"I'd consider myself quite advanced," Sean said, reaching out to pet the cat as they waited for the tea to steep. "I don't get a lot of practice anymore, legal reasons and all."
Of course, Hope wanted to know why he held so much resentment towards werewolves. He had known this conversation would eventually lead to it, and yet it never got easier. He could never contain his temper and this time would be no exception.
The question hanged in the air for a solid ten seconds, during which Sean's face contorted into a rather angry visage his gaze pinned to nowhere in particular. "I'll tell you why," he gritted through his teeth, his voice quiet, getting up and starting to pace back and forth, just like he did in his lectures when telling yet another tale to his students.
"One nice evening, during autumn, me and my dear little sister Laoise were enjoying our shopping trip. We'd mended our issues and went out to buy some presents for our parents, as you do," he spoke, wringing his hands, "and we got lost. We didn't have our Apparition licences, so we couldn't just leave. Lo and behold, the sun had already set and we were still trying to find out way home. And then..." he turned to Hope, his eyes wild, hands up in the air, "Then a bloody bastard attacked us! And my Laoise? My poor sister? Torn to bloody shreds!" A manic giggle escaped his lips as he continued to speak, "And I? I was standing there, with two dead bodies, a knife and covered in blood up to--" he raised up his arms and pointed at his left elbow, "Up to here!"
By this moment, Sean was hyperventilating a bit, so he grabbed the kettle, scaring his cat in the process, poured the steeped tea into his mug, without adding any water to dilute, and attempted to drink half a mug of it at once. Of course, it was boiling, so it didn't go down very well. But Sean didn't care. No, he just collapsed in his chair, his chin resting on his chest and his eyes pinned to his mug.
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 18, 2019 6:34:39 GMT
The question Hope had asked caught the man off guard... and she was wishing at that moment that she had kept it to herself, that she hadn't let her thoughts fuel her to mindlessly ask a question that, quite frankly, wasn't her business. It was stupid but after a moment, Sean seemed to gather himself and rewarded her with a smile. Surprisingly, it was quite a nice one too, much more pleasant than the anxious expression he had worn on his face earlier. "Then you're in the right career if history is your one and only," Hope said, returning the smile once more. Before he'd died, Osian had been her one true love... and he still was, even though he'd passed. Would she ever meet another person she'd fall for as hard? Who she'd love as much? She wasn't sure, but it wasn't her priority right now. "My apologies, if the question seemed rather... straight forward. I'm afraid that being back at Hogwarts, it's... it's brought back a lot of memories."
Hope had never really cared too much for Herbology and so as Sean went into the medicinal properties of the herb, she simply nodded. But then a beautiful tuxedo cat was jumping up onto Sean's table, and her eyes light up. "He's gorgeous," she said, but she kept her hands firmly in her lap. She didn't want to touch him until he drew closer, maybe rubbed up against her arm.
"And you're hoping to use you legilimency to... aid me, is that right?" she asked, before nodding slowly because... legal reasons, of course. It wasn't illegal to use legilimency against somebody, you wouldn't get locked up in Azkaban, however it was seen as unethical in a lot of workplaces and second to veritaserum, it was a last resort in the Auror department. They had other ways of coaxing information out of people.
Hope's question seemed to trigger something in the man as he stood up from his chair, pacing back and forth like an animal, trapped in a cage. Then he started to talk, his voice filled with rage and anger as he recalled the very moment that brought on this hatred towards werewolves. It was... horrific. It was gut-wrenching, and she was quite certain that at least one of her colleagues in the Auror department would have been sick to the stomach as they arrived at the scene of the crime. "I'm sorry," she said softly as he finally took a seat, mug of tea in his mug. "People... they don't understand the atrocities werewolves commit, the absolute pain and torture they make people endure, until they've been through a tragedy like that. If they knew... they wouldn't support werewolves living among the wizarding population as a whole, posing a danger to the community. Some may be docile as anything whilst in human form, but they become monsters once the full moon rises and they can't control themselves. The werewolf... Greyback, when he took my parents, he was in human form - if you can call it that... but when he took my husband and my daughter? I believe that he was a werewolf and somehow... he'd gotten ahold of wolfsbane. He was of his human mind, and... he tore them - well. He knew exactly what he was doing, he came in with a plan and he was getting revenge."
He sat there, knuckles turning white as he squeezed the mug in his hands. Sean wanted to throw it against the wall, he wanted someone to feel the pain he felt, he wanted to run his knife -- that knife -- through the bloody bastard who killed his sister over and over again, but all he could do was sit in his chair and clutch the hot vessel as he watched Hope's reaction.
He scoffed at her apology, looking away for a moment, his eyes seeking his cat, which was cowering underneath Sean's desk. The man made a few smacking noises with his lips and the cat jumped on his lap, curling up and beginning to knead him, purring loudly. Sean freed one of his hands and scratched behind the cat's ear as he turned his face back to Hope, who was telling him her own story.
As Hope laid out the amount of pain werewolves had inflicted to her, Sean's eyebrows raised in surprise. Both her parents and her husband and daughter? Good Lord above, have you no mercy? He could feel his stomach churning as another bout of anger approached.
"And that is exactly why they're my enemies!" he said once the woman had ended her tale. "Forgive my crudeness, but I don't think the Ministry is doing enough. We must eradicate these beasts. They're not capable of living in a civilized society, no matter how tame they are made."
"Speaking of Greyback...There is a student with that last name in my classes. I cannot recall his first name, nor how he looks, but he might be of interest to you, no?"
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 25, 2019 13:04:34 GMT
Saying that she was sorry for his loss... would it bring Sean's sister back? No, it wouldn't. It wouldn't bring her own parents, her husband or her daughter back either, but she truly was sorry. Her heart ached for the man in the way that only a person who had gone through the same ordeal could. "This is why the Ministry's mission... it's so important. To stop more people from losing loved ones... to stop those from being turned. It needs to end," she stated, voice unwavering as she aired her belief. Whether that was by werewolves disappearing from society as a whole or controlling the ones who were just too dangerous like the Trossachs... well, that remained to be seen.
Sean's eyebrows were raised as it he took in her own story and Hope didn't glance away as she finished, taking a sip of tea. She made no secret of her loss, but unfortunately with the war... what had happened to her parents, it was lost in a sea of anguish, of other horror stories from that time. Despite the publication of her trial in the Daily Prophet, more important things had taken up space on the front page - the Golden Trio, the reformation of the Ministry, the rebuilding of Hogwarts, the capturing of Death Eaters on the run... which had left her story somewhere towards the middle of the paper.
The words Sean spoke had Hope straightening up in her seat because those words? They weren't diplomatic. He wouldn't get very far fueled by anger in this world. Logic and charisma carried you further than people gave credit for. "I'd like to hear what you think the Ministry should be doing then? Perhaps I'll pass it along if it seems like a reasonable idea," she said. But she knew that if a Hogwarts Professor presented an idea and it was brought up to the rest of the department, it would be scoffed at and disregarded because they didn't take orders from him, and the Ministry were playing the long game. Short term solutions simply weren't as effective as what they had in place.
When Sean divulged the information about Greyback, Hope smiled into her tea cup. "I knew about him before I arrived and I've already met him. He spat at my feet... he has poor aim and I have good reflexes," she said, amusement creeping into her voice. Despite the humour she found in the situation, he was one she was already watching. "Who else might be of interest?"
"Pah," he sputtered, rolling his eyes when Hope offered to pass his opinion to the Ministry. Everyone knew that the Ministry didn't listen to anyone besides the pockets of the richest and mightiest. Plus, he was sure that his methods would be frowned upon, but since she had asked...
"You should be hunting them. Not just following leads. More street patrols. Background checks. Hire people to comb the country for you. Bring in strays from the holes they hide in. Make an example of them." Execute them. "The less wolves are alive, the less havoc they can cause. It's like a damn cancer, these werewolves. First it is one cell, and the next thing you know, the entire system is corrupted."
He grasped his mug once again, even though now it was empty. "If we could get rid of every single werewolf, and then make sure none of them ever entered the country, we'd be free from this menace. "
"Now, I am aware that this is a very aggressive technique, but if the Ministry doesn't assert its dominance, then all these "werewolf right activists" will think that they are just as qualified to run the place. And do you want that?"
By now, Sean was fuming once again, clutching the mug in his hands, his knuckles turning white. He needed another drink, but - 'Sir Fluffybut, you won't move, will you? Silly cat, I need to get up to reach the tea,' - his cat had decided that Sean's lap was his sleeping spot now and that his owner wasn't allowed to move at all.
Then the conversation turned to his students. In truth, Sean didn't know about anyone else who could be linked to wolves. But that didn't mean he wouldn't use the chance given to make their lives harder. Oh, Sean, aren't you a fiend. Fiendishly brilliant.
"Valentino, Selwyn and the Longbottoms. Nobody else that I know of right now." he stated, looking at Hope, "And I hope you've punished Greyback for insulting you."
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 27, 2019 6:11:58 GMT
The man sitting opposite her was getting increasingly more rude by the minute - in fact, it was almost downright disrespectful because Hope had listened to his words, she'd arrived here in the first place, and there he was scoffing and rolling his eyes at her. But Hope's face and body was trained to not show any sign of irritation and instead she nodded very seriously like she was taking his words on board. Little did he know, they were hunting werewolves. Every full moon, every werewolf that was careless enough to not contain themselves, was taken out as a security measure. Streets were constantly patrolled, many werewolves were kicked out of establishments for loitering, many were even taken off the street if they refused to move. But making an example, as he suggested? It was downright stupid. "Perhaps you should become a Ministry worker then," she said, sipping at her tea once more before placing it on the saucer with a soft clatter. "I won't go into specifics but the Ministry has a lot going on behind the curtain that civilians aren't aware of, same as an government organisation. I'll give you one piece of advice however - being this hateful and outspoken, Sean? You'll end up getting yourself killed."
When Sean revealed the names of other students to keep an eye on, Hope's brow raised because did he take her for a fool? Did he truly think she wasn't aware of the happenings around Hogwarts? It was her job to know everything and she did. She knew that Almir, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, had a complaint filed against him. She knew that Jack O'Connor had a vampire attack earlier in the year. She knew all about Willy Wagtail and the way he'd lashed out at Ariella Tyrell... and she knew about what had happened in his classroom. There were a lot of students in their class, and why would they keep something so public a secret? "Ah, I see... so these students you've just listed - Valentino, Selwyn, the Longbottoms... your advice to watch them has nothing to do with what occurred in your classroom earlier this year?" she asked calmly, maintaining eye contact all the while. "I can't punish the students. I have no authority in that regard, and simply being spat at isn't something that requires immediate action either." It was when the behaviour escalated that it was an opportunity to strike.
This conversation was a fiasco. Sean could name at least ten things he could have done with his time that would have been more valuable than having tea with a goddamn blonde from the Ministry. A lot going on behind the scenes, as if, he had to stifle a snort, hiding his face behind his mug, you tell that story every time something happens. And where is the result? There isn't one.
Hateful and outspoken? I'm right, and you know it. Sean was stubborn as mule. He wouldn't step down from his opinion on how things should be done, no matter the glorified secretary across from him said. And Sean also didn't take kindly to being threatened.
"I'd like to see them try." that was all he answered to Hope's advice. He'd been up to his elbows in werewolf blood once before, and he wouldn't mind doing it again. Not at all. Perhaps that would be the only thing that would bring the young man any satisfaction in this world.
And if this wasn't enough, Hope attacked him once more by inquiring if he had any factual basis besides a class quarrel for naming the students. His face stayed rock solid, even though he wanted to tell her to scram back to the Ministry and not come back until they're ready to actually do things, rather than playing a glorified scarecrow.
"Maybe," he said after a long pause, "or maybe it is because the Longbottoms, as the Potters and everyone else are known werewolf supporters. Selwyn's -- known Death Eaters. And Valentino? I've heard some peculiar things about his sister."
"But it seems that you are very well informed about the ins and outs of Hogwarts, so I'm just wasting your time here, it seems. Thank you for sparing your time to listen to me."
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Oct 27, 2019 8:44:35 GMT
A lot of people placed distrust in the Ministry, and a lot of people trusted them too. It appeared that this man sitting opposite her sat in the former category, and she had to be... amused by this entire conversation.
The fact that this man thought he knew better than an organisation full of people who had been working much longer, much harder than he had at solving the werewolf issue. Was he really so stupid to believe that they hadn't run through every possible scenario and thought through all his suggestions before? It was short-sighted, everything he had proposed, and didn't fit into their long term plan. If the ministry started killing all of the werewolves, they would start fighting back harder and it would become an all out war. If the ministry managed to kill every single werewolf in the UK, then they'd have the other magical creatures start to revolt against the wizarding woldas a whole - goblins, giants, vampires, acromantula... it was just pure logic to try more passive methods first and try to control the problem that way then resorting to a massacre.
"Perhaps you will," she said shortly in reply to him. A werewolf in a massive fit of rage on the full moon, out for blood... most wizards didn't stand a chance by themselves but this man was so full of hatred and so bullheaded, she could imagine him trying. Good luck to him.
Maybe. It was like Sean had pinholed her as some dumb blonde instead of somebody with intelligence and Hope's face didn't move even minutely. "Are you sure about Potter being a werewolf supporter? It's a funny thing, isn't it, having him be the Head Auror if he's so strongly against containing the situation. But then again... perhaps you know him better than I do," she said with a shrug. It was a funny thing too that the Longbottoms in particular got mentioned, however Sean had decided to not drop the names of the Weasleys, the Potters, and any of the other offspring from people who fought alongside the Golden Trio in the war. "I don't know why you'd believe a family with such strong purist beliefs - so strong, in fact, the head of the family was placed into Azkaban for them - would support werewolves or any magical creatures."
Standing up from her seat, Hope brushed off any stray cat hairs that may have clung to her skirt. "But then again, perhaps it's a coincidence you listed the four children involved in your class incident as being ones to watch," she said nonchalantly. He wasn't wrong - he was absolutely a waste of her time and no real ally at all. He didn't bring anything important to the table and she didn't appreciate his thinly veiled attempts at manipulating her into... what? Seeking revenge on four children that had wronged him? "I'll see you around. Good luck with your classes." With that, she was gone, her heels clicking on the hard stone as she left his office and headed back to her own.
It was only a few days into Hope's stint at Hogwarts as the Ministry Liaison and she was abundantly aware that nobody liked her, but after so many years working in the Ministry, upholding and supporting the legislation that they had put in place not just against werewolves but against the wizarding world as a whole? She was used to it. 
