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!
Jonathan had to run more and more, to counter the weight that alcohol would bring to his system. True, he very much liked to drink, even though he shouldn’t, but what could you say. With how slow business had been with no Hogwarts students livening up the place every now and again Hogsmeade was almost a ghost town. There simply weren’t enough magical to make it a lively place. Maybe if they all lived together, but you had the rick and snobby with their country mansions and the odd few living in London, Godric’s Hollow and the odd village here and there. Nowadays with the tension between werewolves and the other magical folk it would just bring more conflict.
Not that Jonathan gave a rat’s ass about who was a werewolf or not, as long as they didn’t plan on turning him on purpose. Hell if a kid got out of control and bit him when he had no influence because of his age, he would deal with it. Sure it would suck having to learn to deal with that, but it wasn’t the end of the world. If the chick he had raced the other day had turned out to be a werewolf he wouldn’t be surprised. For a human he was fast and not insanely strong, but he did his work. She on the other hand had been crazy fast. As he was finishing up his run for the day he thought to himself that he did in fact miss the challenge that racing her had brought to him. Even though he had had trouble standing on his left leg for a few days.
Splashing water in his face and hair he walked to his room and changed with a quick shower. Coming back down, the pub almost closing he was still toweling his hair dry when he spotted Askold. He hadn’t spoken much to the other man, but he did know his name. Walking up to the fellow booze provider he spoke.[color-blue]’’So Askold, what brings you here on this fine evening? Trouble in the Hog’s head, or is it just as quiet as it is here?’’[/color] Sitting down across the other man he pulled out his wand and floated two butterbeers to the table.
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Post by ASKOLD PANIN on Nov 21, 2019 7:06:59 GMT
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Askold had decided that it was high time he stopped sitting around at the Hogs Head, rolling dough and baking pies in the naive hope that a new costumer would arrive. Hogsmeade wasn't Diagon Alley, where people went shopping every single day. He had to get out more before the hung himself in the light blue curtains out of boredom.
Since he couldn't go to the castle to spend an evening with Zoe, there was only one valid destination for someone looking for a bit of company - the Three Broomsticks.
A few minutes later he was already at the pub, sitting at a table, scanning over the costumers, trying to figure out who wouldn't mind keeping him company. Before he could decide, the young bartender -- Jonathan -- had taken the seat across from Askold, bringing a pair of hefty butter beer mugs with him.
Askold smiled and reached his hand out for a handshake over the table, "Just a very slow day, thought it would be good for me to get out for once. You seem fresh as a cucumber! Getting ready to go out with someone? Or just washing off the daily grime?"
Hoisting his mug in mock salute he took a good drink as he got his answer. ’’I get what you mean, after all I don’t own this place and I do get paid it’s less than before.’’ Jonathan didn’t mean to, but he had to chuckle at the thought of him going out, if not full out laugh. That was something that was bothering him way more than it bloody should. Not that the young man would admit it right away, hell no. He would take it to his ruddy grave, if he got the chance that was. He didn’t have enough alcohol to do that stuff.
’’Grime, yeah, grime let’s keep it at that, grime and sweat from work and running and doing more muggle exercising. When was honestly the last time you heard me about having a date?’’ Taking a big drink from his butterbeer, wishing it was something stronger that moment. A lot stronger. When he was 14-15 was not an age, or summer he would forget, why did he keep thinking about it anyway, just let it go, move on, keep to yourself and just let it go. Didn’t the muggles have a song from a movie like that? Jonathan couldn’t remember, not that he cared too much anyway, his thoughts were all over the place anyway.
’’What about you, dates, cleaning, work, school or other jobs? They say curiosity killed the kneazle, but that’s neither here nor there. Now where is that drink? Oh it’s right here in my hand..’’ No Jonathan didn’t have anything to hide, of course he didn’t.
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Post by ASKOLD PANIN on Nov 30, 2019 10:48:41 GMT
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"Yeah, it's a tough time for businesses here. I really hope they let the students back out soon," he said, taking a sip of the butterbeer. This drink was a little strange, it wasn't something they had back in Russia, but Askold couldn't say that he outright hated it. It was...Specific. He didn't want to seem rude, so he continued to drink it. "I know I'd feel trapped if I were them."
Askold's eyes furrowed in confusion. Upon mentioning going out with someone, Jonathan seemed to become frazzled and nervous. The baker could feel his stomach sink -- he hated upsetting people. It didn't look like prying into this subject would do any good for Jonathan, so the older man followed his lead and tried to move away from the subject.
"Working out? Good job, Jonathan. You run or...? I prefer weightlifting myself, but I think I get enough of that carrying firewood for the Inn."
Then Jonathan inquired about his life, bombarding Askold with questions. He pushed his tankard of butterbeer a bit further and began speaking, making small movements with his hands on occasion.
"There really isn't much... There is this professor at Hogwarts, Zoe Savage, I don't know if she taught you? She's... How you say it? Caught my eye?" Askold was putting it lightly. For months a crowd of butterflies made a fuss every time he even thought of the woman and her eyes and her... everything.
"I'm trying to expand my business too, I've got a client down in Devon, I think? They order my pastries in bulk every once in a while."
Jonathan nodded when he asked if he did running or more exercise, deciding to answer that in a bit as he had bombarded Askold a bit with questions of his own. Finding that there was something going on between his fellow Hogsmeade citizen and a professor he thought had taught him, even though he had tried to not pay attention too much to such things. Then again he couldn’t even remember what subjects he had taken, only that he had aced the exams as that had been all that had been in his head. Exams and training, no wonder he still wasn’t over that trauma.
’’I think I might have had her teach me, but to be fair I am not overly sure as I was more with my nose in the books and the body around the lake than paying attention to my professor’s looks. But I can imagine. Congrats about the client in Devon. I know how good your pastries are, even though I must force myself to not eat too many of them, keeping in shape and all that jazz.’’
Cracking his neck and waving his wand again a bottle came floating down the stairs of the pub, a bottle from his own stash. The stronger drink he had been longing for, in this particular case vodka. Though it had to be said he was not opposed to whiskey or rum either. In his opinion the muggles made the better spirits anyway. He didn’t like flaming breath or smoking ears too much. Filling a glass with some vodka he offered Askold some too. ’’It’s muggle vodka, don’t ask about the origins and I will tell you no lies, as I have no idea where this bottle was made. Now to come back to your comment about running or weight lifting. I am mostly more into cardio as I don’t have to lug weights around when moving between places to stay. Even though I stay here mostly. Sorry about freaking out jst now by the way.’’ With that sentence he downed his glass of vodka, pouring a second one.
