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!
Yet another old branch broke underneath Vaughn's feet as he and his two young companions made their way through the thicket in the dead of night. The three of them had set out to accomplish a very important task -- breaking and entering a muggle pantry.
During his hunting trips, Vaughn had wandered quite a few miles in every direction around the camp, and he'd long since noticed that some 3 miles due north, where the forest ended, there was a fast field. And in that field was an old farm with a few buildings around it, and one of them was a produce storage. Vaughn was certain that it held the farmer's potatoes and pickled goods, and he was also sure that his camp needed them a little bit more than these muggles. Even more now than ever, when they had several teenagers with them, and meat wasn't providing enough nourishment for their growing organisms. He'd been thinking of stealing ever since Rue joined the pack, and tonight they'd finally set the plan in motion.
Hugo, one of the kids they rescued from St.Mungos, had been nagging Vaughn about ways how he could help the pack in return. There were small, menial tasks which Vaughn was happy to delegate to someone else, but Hugo had complained that it wasn't enough. Then Vaughn had asked if he was ready to trek several miles through the forest and steal from people, and Hugo's answer had made him laugh -- No, but I'll do it! Currently Hugo was a few steps behind their leader, hauling the second largest backpack they found in the camp.
They also needed a swift look-out, and there was no better option in the camp than Rue. She was becoming quite good at sneaking, her small frame only being a positive. Vaughn didn't have to think twice.
"How you both holding up?" Vaughn asked, his voice hushed. Every single sound felt so much louder in the darkness. "Still on board with the plan?"
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Post by RUE HOWARD on Nov 25, 2019 1:23:58 GMT
Rue trudged along through the forest after Vaughn and Hugo, her steps quick to keep up with the taller men. Never had she stolen food before, but there was a first time for everything--especially when she was hungry. She'd been given a small backpack, but she knew that most of all, she was here to keep an eye out for the farmer, or anyone else that might get in their way.
When they got there, she'd be the one to go out toward the farm buildings first, but for now, she was walking behind, keeping her gaze on the back of Vaughn and Hugo's heads. Rue liked them both; Vaughn had been rather nice to her and even looked a little like her own brother even if he didn't act anything alike, and Hugo had a fiery attitude that she thought was kind of cool. Maybe someday she'd be brave like them--and she had done well enough while rescuing Hugo, so maybe it was happening already!
"Yes, I'm still ready," she answered, her voice much higher, like the handful of birds that were tweeting in the trees around them. "I remember what we're doing. Are we almost there?" She was getting better at judging distances, but sometimes the forest seemed so large that there wasn't any way to tell where you were.
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Life at the Trossach's camp had been...different. Difficult. Insightful. Hugo had been running around after various werewolves, trying to make his and their life bearable. It was lucky that it was not winter as he was unsure if he and the other kids would have been able to survive it. Hugo had always enjoyed camping, so he tried to view this new chapter in his life as just a long-term camp. He was stuck here for the moment, seeing as he couldn't return to the wizarding world, nor did he want to run to the muggle one. Mostly, he'd been requesting chores and tasks from Vaughn, one of the two that had rescued him from the drudgery that was St Mungos. The interrogations were gone, so were the days of staring blankly at books and the ceiling. Now he had errands and a purpose, however small. He was frustrated, but no longer caged. Having gone from a leader in his own right, to a lowly errand boy was a hit to his ego, but he knew he should have known better.
When Vaughn had offered to take him on a food raid mission, he'd been surprised. Then, he'd been thrilled. He'd agreed, despite knowing that it would take a toll on him physically. He'd recover, he was sure of that. In the meantime, he'd get to do some hiking and some true stealth missions. His lack of wand made the task at hand all the more difficult, but Hugo was anything but weak-willed. He liked to think he'd taken to the situation like a duck to water.
It had been a little while since any words were exchanged, Hugo had been concentrated on keeping his balance steady via his feet and he was sure the other two were devising some kind of scheme. That'd be what he would be doing if he wasn't so concerned with where he put his feet and how heavy his breathing was. He gave a breathless nod to Vaughn in reply, waiting until Rue had finished speaking to reply. She could interpret it as him being polite, but it was really so he could gulp down a few breaths. "Still all onboard here." He adjusted his bag (which he had noticed as being the biggest one and had decided to ignore the fact he was being used as a pack mule). "I'm not looking forward to the trip back with all that food on our bags. Will we be able to make a quick enough get away with our backpacks loaded up?" Words: 427 Tags: @vaughnbelengar RUE HOWARD
A light smile appeared on his face as both of the kids responded positively. They didn't need someone falling behind and holding them back, even though Vaughn would understand if they would become scared at any point. After all, most people, Vaughn's parents including, taught their kids that stealing was wrong, and it took Vaughn long enough to suppress his own feelings about it. Neither Rue nor Hugo seemed like the kind to be eaten up by guilt, though. And right now that was a quality Vaughn valued very highly.
"We should be out of the forest soon," he answered to Rue, pushing a few branches out of his way and warning the others to watch out before they got whip-lashed in the face, "there is a ditch somewhere here though, watch your feet." He stopped for a moment, searching through the pockets of his heavy coat until he found a muggle flashlight. He'd only use it until the clearing, there was no need to greet the muggles with a light show in the middle of the night.
"We should be fine. If nobody hears or sees us, we should get away without much issues. The people living here, they're old, so I doubt they'll chase after us." There was still the possibility of them pulling a shotgun on the thieves, but he didn't want to think about that. "I've still got my wand, so we won't make a fuss with breaking down the door...And if all goes to hell, I've still got my fists."
"Ah, stop. Here is the ditch. You'll have to jump." he said, stopping in his tracks before leaping. With a huff and a thud he landed on the other side -- for him it was less of a jump than a large step. Vaughn turned around and illuminated the way for the other two. "Come now, one at a time. I'll give you my hand."
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Post by RUE HOWARD on Jan 11, 2020 16:49:36 GMT
If nobody heard or saw them--so Rue was pretty sure she would be fine. Even when her backpack was filled up, she would be light enough on her feet to get away. Even in boots, if she just stepped carefully, there would be no problems. But that meant she had a little bit of worry for the other two. They were much larger and easier to spot, even if they ran just as fast or faster than her... She didn't want to have to fight some random old Muggles. It was one thing when they were attacking the Ministry, the people who hated them and wanted them gone. That was important. But for this--the farm owners didn't know who they were. They just needed food.
Reaching out to take Vaughn's hand, she leapt across the ditch, her left foot sliding just a little on the mud on the other side, but she was able to catch herself and climb right up. "Are you sure you should be using the flashlight?" she asked, gesturing to the item in Vaughn's hand. If she'd been with someone like Verandi, she wouldn't have been asking questions like that, but Vaughn didn't intimidate her in the same way. Honestly, he reminded her of a far more prickly version of her own brother, and Rowan didn't intimidate her no matter how much taller he got. "They would see us. Plus we don't want to lose our night vision." There wasn't much moonlight, so they needed all the night vision they could get.
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