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!
Stiff and sore as she was, it was a long walk back up all those millions of stairs to the top of Ravenclaw Tower, and having managed to answer a pretty complicated riddle on top of all that, the redhead was just about worn out as she flopped into an armchair, staring at the fireplace for a long moment before mentally shaking herself and returning to the real world. The common room was quiet tonight, she noted, though it was difficult to see why; perhaps everyone was still working in the library, since it was by no means as late as it felt taking into account her general state of exhaustion, but then she would have thought that most people would, like herself, have preferred to work in the common room. Apart from anything else, it was considerably more comfortable and rather closer to bed. Further from the Great Hall, though, she supposed, and perhaps it depended on where you were coming from- and did it really matter?
Not at all, but this tended to happen when she wasn't feeling one hundred per cent herself in body; her mind tried to compensate by going into overdrive. At least it kept her amused.
It had been a rough couple of weeks and a fainting spell on top of that to get Casey back into her old self. Sure, she was still a little upset over the loss of her father - but she was going to move on. Like her brothers had said, she needed to get back to her old self is she wanted to win the cup that year. The last letter she had received from her father was...heartfelt. Made her wish that he was there to give it to her rather than having it sent to her after his death. The man might have been horrible to her, but he had said he was proud of her. Must’ve been drunk, she had thought.
Casey had just come back from working her butt off on the Quidditch pitch and a fresh shower (much needed). Her hair was a little damp from the shower but her muscles still ached. Maybe she should find Mavican and ask her for some shoulder rubs.
There was a low sigh as Casey spotted her dorm mate and friend, causing her to smile and flop down on the couch closest to the armchair.
”Ow…” she hissed, moving to pull whatever was on the couch from under her and growled when she noticed it was some sort of rock. ”Another bruise to explain later.”
Skye glanced up, giving her roommate a weary smile. Sometimes, she felt as though there was nothing that she would like better than to collapse into a chair and sleep for about a week at a time, but the practicalities of life meant that it was hardly feasible to do so, and at moments like this, that was a serious problem. Still, at least Casey usually made for an entertaining conversationalist, which was quite something coming from the redhead, who was generally inclined to be sceptical of the value of the chatter which was thrown around by her housemates. Skye made no bones about the fact that she liked intelligent conversation, and that she considered this to be in exceptionally short supply around the common room at times. Casey was fine, though. Whether that was because she had become numb through long and constant exposure to her roommate's talk, she didn't know; nor did she particularly care. It at least avoided irritating mundanity.
"What've you been up to now?" she asked softly, her accent stronger than usual through sheer mental exhaustion. "No, dinnae tell me. Bungee jumping off the top o' the Astronomy Tower?" She grinned- ludicrous as it sounded, Skye wouldn't believe it out of the question so far as Casey was concerned.
Post by CASEY STEVENS on Dec 14, 2019 22:42:27 GMT
Casey tossed the rock aside, wondering who on Earth would leave a rock lying around. Sometimes people were so careless that Casey thought they didn’t deserve to be in this house and she had stated it over and over again to her friends that some people didn’t deserve to be Ravenclaw’s. It was such a shame how most of the houses were going to hell. Whatever, this was an issue to look at another day and she wasn’t going to start complaining because it seemed that Skye was in no mood for Casey’s bullshit today.
When her roommate asked her what she was up too that day, Casey tilted her head as she debated on a long answer or a short one. There was a low chuckle from the girl when she asked about Bungee jumping off the Astronomy Tower. That was tempting, having debated once or twice in the past to throw herself over the rails on the Astronomy tower. ”Well, I didn’t pass out this time on the Quidditch pitch today. I’ve been eating and doing what I do best. Getting myself prepared for the big game.” she stated.
The blonde nodded sagely, leaning back in her chair and allowing her eyes to close gently. God, she was tired. But then she seemed to be tired all the time lately. Skye was personally inclined to put it down to too much hard work for those bloody OWLs coming on top of late nights with her prefect duties, but really, she didn't see that she could do anything to change any of that so that it was really immaterial what the precise causes of her exhaustion might be. So she was forced tor resort to complaining about it, which was actually more helpful than she had been inclined to imagine.
"Not passing out is always a good thing," she remarked softly, opening her eyes again with some reluctance to regard her roommate on the nearby sofa. "You think we'll win?" Skye's interest in Quidditch was desultory at best, but she knew that Casey loved it, and so she did her best to attempt some kind of enthusiasm whenever the other girl brought it up. It was only fair, after all.
Was Casey worried about the upcoming Quidditch game? Of course it did because it fell on her shoulders and she did not want to disappoint her team. She trained her ass off for this, and she was doing some easy workouts with her friends around. If they weren’t around, she wouldn’t be able to stop and she’d probably be in the hospital wing, dead tired from what she’s doing to herself. She was watching what she puts in her body for now, but after the game and stuff, she was going to eat as much junk as her body would allow her.
”Well, playing against a Seeker that knows what he’s doing and my own brother, I think we have a fair chance. I mean, I will try my hardest to catch the snitch. I don’t want to let the team or my housemates down.” she said as she rubbed her hands together. ”And I don’t want to let my brothers down.”
"'Course not," Skye agreed, though to be honest she didn't know an awful lot about it. Quidditch was a sport in which her interest was decidedly limited, and then she'd never had any brothers, though she supposed that technically, she'd gained a fair number of them just recently. It still didn't feel real, though, and she avoided thinking about it wherever possible, if she was honest. Certainly, she hadn't reached the stage of wanting to impress them, and she wasn't entirely sure that she ever would; she could either take them or leave them, and sometimes she wished very strongly that they would just leave her alone for five minutes. It was difficult, though; yes, she'd had two younger sisters, but that was different. They'd been her sisters, and it just wasn't the same.
Stretching out her arms, the redhead held the position for a moment before relaxing; she felt as though she'd been squashed in a box for a week. "Well. Nothing you can do about it, really, and I'm sure you'll be great."
Post by CASEY STEVENS on Dec 29, 2019 14:37:48 GMT
Casey was stressing over the game because it was the biggest of the season and she was worried that she might mess up due to her passing out a couple of weeks ago on the pitch. She feared that she might be told to sit out and have someone else take her spot on the team, but she hadn’t heard a thing, so she was sure she was going to play in the big game. She was eating, keeping an eye on what she would put inside her body and was getting as much rest as possible. The Seeker knew she was going to have problems sleeping the night before the game.
”I just gotta win,” she said to tell her roommate and friend but mostly for herself. She was sure she wasn’t going to have a hard time getting that little golden ball. ”I just don’t wanna stress about it,” she said, looking at Skye.
Skye shrugged, somewhat helplessly. Not stressing was something that she was quite exceptionally bad at, not least because her lack of competency in that area was actually a source of more stress. The redhead was not even slightly qualified to advise in that area, but she got the feeling that her Housemate was expecting it, and so she took a stab at it. "Uh, have a hot bath? Drink hot chocolate? You'll be fine, Casey, honestly." Her own methods for avoiding stress involved long walks around the lake- so long that she was too tired to even think about anything other than putting one foot in front of the other- but she didn't think that would be the most sensible idea if Casey had to play in a Quidditch match, and though she wasn't hugely bothered about the sport, she certainly didn't want to be the reason that their House lost because the Seeker fell asleep in midair.
