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!
Fleur sank down into a chair with a sigh. Merlin, that was better. A double period teaching first year Transfiguration was something of a stress on the nerves, and though she did love teaching far more than she had ever expected to when she first took it up, she was quite ready for a break. There were many things in life which were more relaxing, but she could think of very few which were less.
Still, she couldn't sit around doing nothing for the next hour or so. There was a stack of marking awaiting her on her desk, and the longer she avoided it, the more it grew. A fair proportion of the aforementioned stack was even now sitting in a bag by her feet, and the blonde made a concerted effort, bending to extract the first few sheets and eyeing them suspiciously. The haphazard scrawl which covered the few inches of parchment in her hand did not bode well for the content, and though she had long ago learned that she ought not to judge by first appearances, the minimal length of the work would seem to suggest that second appearances were not going to improve things much. The one saving grace of a short essay was that it didn't take her long to mark it.
Gwyneth was beyond tired, having little to no sleep the night before because she was trying to grade her students work. Some were good, some were bad and a part of her wanted to pull some students to the side to ask them if they need some sort of tutor. The woman had dismissed her class, giving them more homework and prayed that they don’t goof around. Ancient Runes wasn’t an easy subject, Gwyn knew this because during the first few months of her being a student in that class, she had a hard time until a close friend of hers helped her through it. The friend was long gone, but she was thankful for her. For the late night study sessions.
The Professor had decided it was time to take a little escape to the staff room, not wanting her students to find her due to a headache she was currently suffering. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her students to death but sometimes mama needs a break. When the woman had walked into the staff room, she was expecting it to be empty but instead, she found Professor Weasley. ”Good afternoon, professor.” she greeted as she headed for a cup and started making herself a fresh cup of tea.
The blonde glanced up from her contemplation of the sheet before her, an expression of exasperation plain on her face. One of the things which had made teaching difficult for her to begin with was the fact that she had a horror of having to repeat herself; so far as she was concerned, if people couldn't be bothered to listen the first time through then that was their lookout. She knew for a fact that she had told the author of this particular work of imbecility how to perform a Vanishing spell no fewer than four times, and yet the girl appeared not to have taken the blindest bit of notice. Suffice it to say that she was entirely unimpressed.
"Good afternoon," she returned her colleague's greeting, jotting a few pointed remarks and finishing off with a full stop that nearly punctured the parchment. "Merde, ç'est stupide..."Fleur shook her head with a sigh. "Tell me, madame, do you ever feel that you are wasting your time entirely?"That was the effect that marking essays tended to have on her; though she was frequently surprised by some unexpected flash of genius, the general overview tended to be rather more depressing than it was otherwise. But then perhaps that was simply her.
