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!
For once, Greyson was having one helluva good day. Probably because he hadn't even had to instigate the drama that made class so much more exciting, and now he just got to watch in unfold with a great big grin on his face. It was fun, watching his fellow students go at each other's jugulars so viciously. There was definitely blood being spilled, and he loved to see it.
Deciding that yes, the more people fighting the better, Greyson decided to rev some of the more silent students up. "Quiet as a mouse today, Nero? Shame. I was waiting to hear you weigh in on all of this," he called across the classroom, swinging his legs onto the desk with a loud clatter. The chick usually had such a big bloody mouth, he was surprised she was keeping it shut. Maybe she was just on her rag or pretending to play the part of good little prefect today. "How about you, Bianchi? Or is this all too uncouth for you and your prissy little panties?"
As Gemini hissed at Gabe, practically telling him to shut up without saying as such, Greyson blew her a great big kiss before listening to Ollie get up Gabe about being mean and how it wasn't fair because Lydia was so sad already. Boo fucking hoo. Everyone in the classroom was sad and miserable to some degree - it didn't mean that they automatically deserved kindness. Letting out a snort, Greyson was just about to tell the sheltered little girl as much before he heard Boy Llewellyn come at his brother. Right. Gabe could hold his own, he knew that much, but it didn't mean Greyson wasn't going to go back at him.
"Uh, think his problem is that your sister can't keep her legs shut - question is, which one? Maybe both of them," he said with a sweet, sugary smile as he threw his hands up in a 'shucks, I don't know' sort of gesture. Then he tipped his head back, barking out a laugh as Joshua started preaching to Olivia about how she was dating Gabe and how she deserved better. "Yeah, derogatory term. Calling someone a Yank. Shit, man. Someone call the Aurors, Gabe. You did a Big Bad Thing. You need to go join father in Azkaban, stat." He sent his brother a huge roll of his eyes before jerking his head in Boy Llewellyn's direction as he suggested he and Gabriel take it outside. Without a word, he was telling Gabe that if the 'puff wanted to go fight, then Greyson would gladly step in for him. Gabe just had to say the word, and he'd be ready to go.
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Dec 10, 2019 9:45:40 GMT
Clary was BORED. This class taught by professor I have your mother's period twenty - four seven was just a buzzkill in every single way. The girl wanted to enjoy her classes, this school was surely not meant to bore to death from when she could learn about all kinds of cool magic? Gosh the mood just dropped even more when Lydia and her sins came into the classroom. Clary saved her because she felt like there was no reason to shame the girl even more after being slapped across the face but apparently everyone else wanted to add more shame to it.
"Oh this is just like a soap opera my mother likes to watch but with teenagers." Clary told Kitty before slowly leaning for her bag. "Cover me.. let's bring some fun into this joint." she whispered and grabbed an item that looked like a little air horn on feet. She spun the little wheel to make it walk real quick before releasing the little bugger, letting it head off towards the professor before it started blowing a large amount of noise. Clary tried to hide her laugh and just pretended like everyone else by putting her hands over Kitty's ears.
"You'll go deaf!" she called out and turned to look at the others like Greyson and Lydia and any other face to see their response.
Post by LYDIA LLEWELLYN on Dec 11, 2019 8:56:33 GMT
Don't let the bastards grind you down. The note that appeared in front of Lydia made the tiniest of smiles grace her lips because one) she knew precisely where that was from, thanks to the hours she often spent in the library with her head buried in a book, and two) it was the first kindness she'd received all day, one that she knew she didn't deserve. After whirling around to try and figure out who'd sent the note - , Lydia was lost. It was hard to tell who felt what type of way about her. Turning back around, she let her fingers skate over the words before murmuring beneath her breath, "Nolite te bastardes carborundorum."
As Josh started up, singing her praises in what was no doubt an effort to try and cheer her up a little, Lydia sent him a wry smile. "The amazing sister of Joshua and Danica Llewellyn is a bit of an overstatement. I've made things ten times worse for you -" Lydia's words died in her throat as Gabriel Avery, in all of his pig-headed glory, waltzed in and started speaking loudly about her. At first, she made a valiant effort to ignore him, staring down at the paper in front of her but then she was being addressed directly. Shit balls. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. "I..." The words from the note danced in front of her face and after swallowing the huge lump in her throat, Lydia met Gabriel's eyes. "I guess I should ask you the same but I already know from Ollie that you're not too busy to complete any assignments. You've got plenty of time -" And other, more personal things - "on your hands." Maybe it was a bad move, calling out the fact that Gabriel and Ollie to her knowledge hadn't got it on but... Gabriel was a bastard and she wasn't about to let him grind her down. She'd let him reserve that action for Ollie - if Ollie ever let him.
Falling quiet yet again, Lydia tried to concentrate on what was happening lesson-wise but then she heard it. The words addressed to Josh: your sister can't keep her legs shut, quickly followed by 'question is, which one?' and she inhaled sharply because it was a swift kick to the gut. Not only to her, but to Dani as well. Dani who didn't deserve to have that sort of stuff aimed towards her, when it was herself who had messed up. But before she could muster up one iota of courage to say anything there was a loud horn sound, practically deafening, and Lydia's hands flew over her ears. Holy shit balls, it would be a miracle if she could hear after today and she just knew O'Keeffe was going to blow a gasket.
Sean had noticed that there was some kind of commotion between the students before the class had started. Several of them looked rather uncomfortable and he could see them sending lightning bolts in each other's direction by glaring, as if the other was not much more than a pile of excrement.
In short, the usual. Over the months he'd practiced tuning out and letting all of their petty squabbles go past him, which wasn't easy, but it was much more productive than chastising them and kicking them out. Plus, then O'Connor bothered him less, which was always a positive.
The chattering, albeit at more hushed tones, continued even after he'd began talking. Had his silencio not worked? No, they were just disregarding it, as per usual. But, as long as they listened to him and got involved, he could deal with it.
The answers, or, the lack of correct ones, disappointed Sean and it was visible in the way he crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back against his desk. The first one to answer was a fifth year Ravenclaw, whose name Sean recalled only after looking at his student list -- COLWYNN VALE .
"No, it isn't John Fell, he doesn't have to do anything with this topic, as he was the Bishop of Oxford. We're looking for people from the continent, and who lived a hundred years before that."
Then the girl sitting next to Colywnn, AGNES CLEARWATER spoke, eliciting a an affirmative nod from the professor. "Indeed, during the 16th century the Protestant Reformation was causing a large upheaval all across the continent. Five points to Gryffindor. Why? Because people will always want to fight for what they believe in, no matter how foolish it might seem to others."
Then, LYUBOV KAREVA chimed in, missing the mark by another century. "Salem can be considered the peak point of the hysteria caused by the Reformation, but that didn't happen until 1692. As a reminder to all of you, Reformation began in 1517."
He proceed to ignore the quarreling between students, until EVAN OLIVER WOOD spoke, inquiring why would anyone write down spells when they could be accused of witchcraft. This elicited a defeated sigh from Sean, because he had wanted to hear the answer to this particular question from the class. Alas, his hopes had been in vain.
"During the witch hunts it was dangerous for mages to gather. Yes, we know that burning wizards and witches at the stake was largely pointless, but being accused of being a witch, true or not, would negatively affect not only the accused, but the people around them. So, they had to stay quiet about their magic, lest people they care about got hurt."
"But if mages couldn't exchange knowledge, then magic would not evolve and no new discoveries would be found. Thus came spell books -- as a way to record information until a later time when it would be safe to use them."
"Since most muggles couldn't read, anything that wasn't the Bible or an obviously religious text caused suspicion, and they didn't care to check what the actual contents were."
@joshua 's question made a smile appear on Sean's face. "Yes! I even have one right here that I wanted to show you," he said and turned around to grab an old, tattered tome, its leather binding turned dark from all the grime accumulated over the years. "However, we will not be trying any spells in the classroom, as there is no telling what the result might be."
The quarreling between the students seemed to get more intense and it was becoming hard to ignore, especially when he saw a thin streak of smoke coming from LYUBOV KAREVA 's quill. Before he could say anything, AGNES CLEARWATER provided yet another correct answer, making Sean turn his attention back to the topic at hand.
"Thank you, Agnes. 5 more points! It was Cornelius Agrippa, a German wizard, who wrote many tomes on potion-making and other subjects of practical magic. His works were instrumental to the evolution of magic."
"Now that we've gotten these questions out of the way..." Sean begun to say, flipping through the Black Book in his hand. He wanted to show everyone a few pages from it, but then...
The room filled with an absolutely deafening noise, making Sean drop the book on the floor. For a few seconds he looked around franticly for the source of it, fumbling to get his wand out of the pocket of his pants. When he saw the little airhorn on the ground, he bit down on his lip, trying not to start screaming.
"SILENCIO!"
Everything was quiet. Everyone's tongues were tied, except for Sean. He breathed out, fists curled tight, knuckles white and took a few seconds to collect himself. His voice was a little shaky with anger, as he spoke up.
"Whoever is responsible for this better get their ass out of my class right now, or you all are going to get detention. And to the little shit, " he hissed, "who did this -- go straight to your Head of House. They'll be informed."
He leaned down to pick up the Black Book, putting it on the first row of desks and started flipping through it, trying not to stare at the students, knowing full well that if he did, the river of curses wouldn't run dry for a solid ten minutes.
"Now, 20 minutes of silence. If you want to speak, raise your hands. Worksheets will appear on your table. Fill them out. We will resume discussion after."
Soon enough a roll of parchment appeared in front of every single pupil, and amongst the various questions on Reformation the following one:
12. Why were grimoires more valuable if written by hand?
After the 20 minutes had passed, Sean, looking much more collected, waved his wand and everyone regained the ability to speak.
"I would like to hear your answers to the 12th question."
Colwynn perked up and moved her bag off the seat beside her when Agnes sat beside her. "Fine by me. This class is turning into a circus if you ask me." Even though everyone had an opinion, including Colwynn, that didn't mean she thought this was the time or the place. Colwynn wasn't as ignorant of the situation as she claimed to be. She heard gossip as much as anyone, but what she didn't understand was why no one was putting the boy in the situation on trial. Even so, she didn't want to get involved any more than she already had.
She was about to tell Gabriel Avery to go and fuck himself and then consult with Aggy about which hex she should put on him. There was always the option of waiting until after class, but this history lesson was already a train wreck, and the worst that she would get would be a reprimand and detention, but it would have been worth it. She didn't even care that much about the second-rate insults, but there was simply something about Gabriel Avery that made her want to punch him in the nose.
Before she could, however, Josh was already jumping to her defense. She appreciated the sentiment, but she wasn't a defenseless damsel in distress, and, to be frank, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Colwynn looked at Aggy, her eyes screaming out her discomfort. Aggy, however, seemed keen on "Josh, just drop it. People can call me a yank all they fucking want because I'm a fucking yank. Seriously, I couldn't give a shit." She turned to Gabriel Avery at this point and added, "As for you, the second that I give a shit about your opinion-"
Then the air horn went off. Having grown up with her father meant she lived upstairs from a bar, went to concerts frequently, and was accustomed to loud noises. Frankly, the fact that she hadn't experienced permanent hearing loss was a miracle, but that was beside the point. This class was already a train wreck, but someone had taken it upon themselves to make everything a complete and total circus. Her hands were shaking and it was hard for her to tell who was more angry - her or professor O'keefe.
When the parchment appeared on Colwynn's desk she snatched it up and slipped it into her bag as she stood up. "I'm sorry, professor. I'm not taking responsibility for...this, as I didn't do it, but if you want me to stay here until the end of class it'll be over my dead body," she said. "If you have to take points from my house or give me detention or something that's fine, do what you have to do, but there's no way in hell I'm staying here. This whole situation is a joke and I'm done." With that she left, not looking back as she stormed out. She had to fight the urge to leave with a speech, telling everyone that they were assholes and they could all go and get intimate with a Judas cradle, but she held her peace and stormed away toward the library. She fully intended to do her homework and turn it in before going to her next class, but she might go into a homicidal rage if she'd stayed in that classroom any long. She had to admit, she felt really badly for her professor. It must have been like herding cats in there.
maybe it is all a test/'cause i feel like i'm the worst, so i always act like i'm the best
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Post by MIA-ROSE LINWOOD on Dec 11, 2019 18:58:47 GMT
If Mia-Rose had hated most of her classmates before, now she felt like she could Avada Kedavra them at any moment. They were acting like animals. No, scratch that, Mia-Rose liked animals. They were behaving exactly like who they were, horny teenagers who were apparently more concerned with who was shagging who than anything else--and Merlin, had that one girl somehow gotten out to Hogsmeade to get something from the joke shop? Because Mia-Rose Linwood might not talk very much, but she listened and she watched, and from her seat at the side of the room she'd seen the girl pull the device out of her bag.
All through the period of silence she continued to sneak glances at the girl even as she scribbled down as many answers as she knew on the parchment. One of those horribly cheerful people who didn't seem to be able to take anything seriously--who, if she ever did speak to someone like Mia-Rose instead of looking through her like she was a ghost, would probably have whined about how she wasn't smiling and tried to hug her even if she didn't want it.
But this was a classroom, and this was where she could shine instead.
When the professor spoke once more, Mia-Rose was the first to raise her hand. "They were more valuable because at this time, the Muggles had just invented the printing press. So books written by wizard hands were considered to be more magical than those printed with Muggle technology." She swallowed hard, suddenly becoming far more nervous to say the next thing. It had seemed like such a good idea in her head, but would it make everyone hate her? "And Colwynn didn't do it, professor, in case you were wondering. I was watching. Could I talk to you after class, maybe?" Oh, she'd get the girl detention even if she had to do it in private.
Post by CATHERINE 'KITTY' DENNISON on Dec 11, 2019 19:46:17 GMT
Kitty's eyes were wide and troubled as she glanced around the room. She had, she would have to admit, next to no idea of anything that the professor had been talking about because she'd been trying (and failing) to understand what on earth was going on with her fellow students. The only way that she could describe it was as complete and utter chaos, and though she understood that History of Magic was not the most attention-grabbing class in the whole world, the blonde was still convinced that it must have some value. After all, it would never have continued to be taught otherwise, and she did her best to take an interest in all of her lessons. It made things so much more interesting than if she viewed them as being just another hour or so of her life to be endured before she reached the end of her seven years here.
She didn't object to noise; on the contrary, she was quite at home in a busy and active environment and generally contributed more than her fair share to the overall decibel level. But Kitty was by no means keen on any kind of argument, disagreement, or general unpleasantness, and there seemed to be a fair bit of that going around the place today, which she was not at all happy about, and as she glanced over to see what on earth Clary was holding, her face dropped. The blonde had no problem with causing a little mischief where it was called for, but the general atmosphere of the room suggested that they might not all survive the ensuing aggravation. Still, it was too late to protest, and all she could do was to close her eyes as her roommate's hands dropped over her ears. Merlin above, that was loud... But a second later, all was quiet, and Kitty's fingers went instinctively to her throat as she realised that she couldn't bring herself to produce a sound. It was a very unpleasant sensation.
they judge me like a picture book/by the colors, like they forgot to read
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Post by DANICA LLEWELLYN on Dec 12, 2019 5:27:07 GMT
Danica couldn't believe it. She knew Gabriel and Greyson were assholes; they'd been cruel to the triplets since the first year, but she thought maybe they would leave it out of class. Meals, they could skip to get away, but this? When they all had exams coming up? Her stomach sank as Gabe and Josh started going at each other, and absolutely plummeted to the floor when Greyson insulted both her and Lydia at the same time. Her head whipped around, her mind torn between snapping something back at Greyson or just letting herself cry instead. She didn't want to do either, but she needed to say something...
Finding her sister's hand under the desk, Dani squeezed it, trying to both comfort Lydia and gather a bit of strength. "As if you're one to talk," she began in Greyson's direction, but she was interrupted by first a deafening noise and then by utter silence. Lydia had let go to cover her ears, and Dani was stuck having to communicate with her by a look that said this has gotten so out of control. She tried to send another look to Josh, on Lydia's other side, that said don't you dare fight anyone today, but she wasn't quite sure if he got the message.
This was getting quite intense and Ollie didn't like it one bit. If there was ONE thing she was certain of, its her hate for fighting. She didn't like when people started a fight with one another and though she hoped by asking Gabriel to be nice, to leave Lydia be that it would be the end of it but instead people just turned on one another like animals. The poor professor didn't ask for this, Lydia didn't ask for this and neither did Ollie. She looked from one person to another, her eyes big and her teeth sinking into her lip.
She eyed Joshua who explained what Gabriel meant and her cheeks flushed red. "S-sorry." she didn't know what else to say and when he asked why she was dating him she just felt her heart sink. "I love him.." she said softly though it sounded more like a faint whisper because she never really told Gabriel in person how she felt, she said she liked him but never said she loved him to his face. This was just really making her uncomfortable and tears were in the corner of her eyes.
Soon all the fighting had been muted by a loud noise. Ollie let out a squeal and covered her ears, she looked over to each of the people in here and noticed her sister laugh, her friends cover their ears and she shook her head. Dangit Clary. The professor silenced them all and she felt herself grasping for her own throat, no sound came out and panic settled in. Why would he silence them all like this? She closed her eyes, waiting for her voice to return. Ollie watched parchment appear and though she wanted to work, her lack of voice made her feel so incomplete.
Once the twenty minutes passed, even when they felt like years, the girl gasped slightly. She hated this class.
As the drama unfolded Felix just waited for the professor to do something about it. The young male just sat back hoping there would come an end to it soon as he listened to everyone going back and forth. From the panda girl to the hufflepuff knight in shining robes and the threat of a fight between him and Gabriel. Felix knew his friend would win from the tosser but he wasn't going to weigh in. Then Greyson opened his mouth like that was a surprise and Felix rolled his eyes before turning to look at the other Gryffindor.
"Why would I weigh in on whether or not a girl sleeps with some guy and how that doesn't even matter to me at all? I'd rather waste my time on something less disgusting thank you." he replied before the noise of a horn filled the classroom. Felix was so done with this class and just started packing up as the professor silenced the lot of them. Apparently he wasn't the only one planning to leave and just shook his head as he got up, his voice returning to him once more.
"Though I respect you and this class, I do not wish to be taught in this manner. Good day professor, you will receive my paper on time." he said and walked out after panda girl.
Do you know that feeling when something gets so messy you want and need a break from it, to pee, and then all hell breaks loose? No? That's how Gemini felt. Gem had to pee when she came to class but thought she could hold it or ask the professor if she could go but then the fighting started to get a little out of hand. She watched Greyson blow her a kiss and Gemini lit up for a moment. He does love her! she knew it! His bad boy attitude finally allowed her some love!
The young girl wiggled a bit and let out a yelp, her legs crossing tightly with the loud noise. Before she knew it she got silenced and her bladder was about to blow the hecky heck up. Quickly she wrote a note and passed it to Greyson as subtly as she could.
"Big brother help, I can't talk and I got to pee... the professor is scaring me."
Gemini barely noticed the girl sitting with her as she wiggled.