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 ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Nov 27, 2019 11:51:44 GMT
So this set of events officially sucked arse. It was just Arthur's luck that he'd be caught by the hippy teacher whose 'peace and love' approach ended up with him in Potions classroom scratching his head as he grumbled and groaned about having to do..
Draught of Peace potions.
"Oh I'm Prof something way too hard to pronounce and I'm going to solve all the problems in the world by making people work on peace draughts," Arthur was blabbering on in a higher-pitched, semi-female sounding voice as he heavily dumped his potions book on the desk. He was dressed in his lightly faded school clothes - he'd left a couple on the line at home a little too long in the sun just before starting school again and they'd faded but Arthur didn't care about such trivial things. His Gryffindor neck tie was tugged loose around his neck and his blonde hair was scruffier than when he got up out of bed this morning. "One cauldron worth should appease - maybe I can just slip some into her tea before she reads from it. Crazy wom - "
Arthur looked like a deer in headlights because all of a sudden the door to the classroom clicked open and he'd just been bagging out one of the staff members. "Oh uh - hhhh.." he stopped his 'hi' halfway through as his bright blue eyes fell on exactly who was stepping through the door. The cauldron on the table was pewter but it had seen better days. Arthur often found it difficult to stir well because of the bump in the bottom from when his dad had dropped it in his final year at Hogwarts many moons ago. "What are you doing here?" the boy asked gruffly as he turned back to setting out the various ingredients.
A fate worse than ... than spending time with Wolfgang. Astrid was a clever bitch, he'd give her that. "I'm about to make some Draught of Peace so please contain your temper tantrums until it's ready, mmk?"
Detention. For the first time in her life, Vinda had landed herself in there and was it her fault? No, of course it wasn't. It was that half-baked, dimwit's fault because he just had to poke and prod at her until he elicited a reaction. This time, it had been in the halls - he'd made a snarky jab at her actions during the Spin the Bottle party, and Vinda's face had transformed into an almighty sneer as she did her very best to rip him to shreds. But half-way through her spiel on how he was a bit too adamant on his sister maintaining her innocence - perhaps so he could consume the vestiges of it when she turned of age, hmm? - the Divination professor had walked by, announcing they'd both received detention and she'd owl them their punishments once she'd let fate decide what the best course of action is.
It had been a few days, and Vinda had received the punishment at breakfast. It was scoffable, really - the prospect of potion making being a punishment for her. It was one of the areas she most excelled in at life, and the Draught of Peace was a potion she knew as well as the back of her hand. Making her way towards the potions classroom, Vinda's long blonde hair curled over her shoulders, and her brows raised as she heard the voice of a strange-sounding woman echoing from the room ahead. Had the Divination professor smoked one too many packets of cigarettes or... whatever substances took her fancy? Why did she sound so bizarre? Pushing the classroom door open with a click, Vinda realised who the voice belonged to and her eyes narrowed immediately. "Somehow that voice is almost as grating as your regular voice - quite a feat, if you ask me," she said, short-heeled shoes clicking against the ground as she moved to take a seat a fair distance away from him.
When Arthur asked her what she was doing there, Vinda leveled him with a look that said: you're as intelligent as a troll because had he not figured it out yet? "I'm here because I want to subject myself to spending time with the most mundane person in the entire castle," she said dryly as she began to unpack her bag, setting up her cauldron and all necessary bits and pieces to complete the potion. When Arthur proceeded to tell her to reign in her temper tantrums whilst he made his Draught of Peace, a tight smile stretched across Vinda's lips. "You say that like you'll actually succeed in making the potion in the first place. It's an OWL level potion, way beyond your level of expertise. You'd be better off attempting the Pompion Potion - then again, perhaps a first year potion is beyond your skill set too. Maybe you best just stick to boiling water. Surely you can't screw something so simple up, right?"
So this set of events officially sucked arse. It was just Arthur's luck that he'd be caught by the hippy teacher whose 'peace and love' approach ended up with him in Potions classroom scratching his head as he grumbled and groaned about having to do..
