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!
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Dec 5, 2019 4:11:59 GMT
Katrin Tyrell did not cry.
And she especially did not cry on her thirteenth birthday, but just in case she would ever be tempted, she'd put on every makeup item she owned--which wasn't too many, seeing as she had only just turned thirteen, but perhaps it would still motivate her not to mess it up. After all, she thought, it would make her prettier than all the other girls in her year.
It had worked all day, through classes where she smiled bravely and didn't even scowl at Sally Jordan even if she seemed to get under her skin even more than normal, but as Katrin returned to her dormitory after dinner, the silence seemed crushing. Because how many people had remembered? Not enough of them. And what made it worse was that there was still not a single piece of communication from her mum, not even the shortest of letters, nothing, and even though her roommates weren't looking at her she could swear that they must be thinking about her, that loser, that freak whose own mum doesn't care about enough to remember her birthday. She could feel the heat building up behind her eyelids, threatening to spill out.
So she ran--or more like walked quickly, so that nobody would ask questions, but she needed out of the dungeons before it happened, to somewhere that nobody could see her. Ducking into a classroom on the fourth floor, she slammed the door behind her, managing only to collapse in a chair next to a desk before the tears came out in sobs, silent but still making her whole body shake.
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Let it be known that Sally Jordan thought that Katrin Tyrell was an absolute arseface 99% of the time. She couldn't stand the girl - she was uptight and a snotty little know-it-all and the way that she scowled at Sally like she thought she better because she came from money was enough to crawl under Sally's skin. She didn't like her, and Sally had made that perfectly clear since first year.
But.
When Sally saw Katrin who had really bloody weirdly not even looked at her all day, running into a classroom with an expression akin to a broken porcelain doll on her face, she felt obligated to follow. Not because she wanted to tease her for being upset, but because... even though Sally hated the girl's poisonous little guts, she couldn't leave someone struggling all by themselves. Plus, her ma would totally kick her arse if she ever found out and Sally didn't want to get a howler screaming at her over breakfast.
Quietly, the sneakers on her feet barely making a sound as she padded towards the classroom Katrin had disappeared to, she twisted open the handle of the door and stepped inside. The sight of Katrin with tears streaming down her face whilst she shook like a leaf met her eyes. Shitballs. What did she do now? Sally had done her fair bit of crying lately, ever since she'd gotten blindsided by a bunch of dickwits who'd pushed her down and kicked her for being a 'cheater'... but that was different. She knew how to handle herself when she was down in the dumps. How did you handle a Slytherin princess?
"Uh, you want a tissue or some shit? Or I can... go kick someone for you... well, if I don't like them. Want me to do that? I can kick Edmund Rosaline if you want." It was probably pretty unlikely that guy was the reason Katrin was crying, but... shit, she'd take any excuse to kick him. Even if it meant inventing one.
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Dec 9, 2019 0:38:29 GMT
It would have been easy to miss the faintest of creaks the door made as it opened, but as Katrin was determined to make absolutely no noise as she cried, she opened her eyes to flick her gaze toward the sound. A person. And not just any person, but easily the most obnoxious person in the whole second year, the kind of girl who was rude and loud all the time and absolutely vulgar at the worst of times. The kind of person who ruined any sort of perfectly laid plans. Katrin had found her exhausting and irritating even before they'd made it to the Great Hall on that first day.
So that was why, as soon as she'd spotted Sally's face--which was probably absolutely smug at seeing the state she was in, Katrin was sure--she whipped her head around, toward the window, absolutely refusing to show her face. "Why are you here?" she said, the venom in her voice interrupted by how hard it was to draw breath through the lump in her throat. "Go away. You don't have--you don't have--" Her mind wasn't coming up with something to mock Sally with as quickly as she would like. "And don't touch Edmund!" she snapped, before she could stop herself. "At least Slytherins solve our problems with proper magic instead of violence."
...Mum had been a Slytherin, came the thought to Katrin's mind, and it felt like her chest was being squeezed in the same awful way it did when she heard some of her siblings use the word bastard as if there weren't any better words to use than something medieval.
Moving towards a table that sat a few feet away from Katrin who was decidedly not looking at her, probably because she thought she looked ugly with snot dripping down her face (she likely did, in all fairness, nobody looked pretty when they cried), Sally scooted her butt onto it. "I'm here because I want to be your best bud," she said flatly, before rolling her eyes. "Don't be a douchebag, Tyrell. I'm here because I'm a Hufflepuff and we're known for being kind and shit and you're all... sad."
Sally's first instinct to being snapped at was to shout the hell back at the person, maybe stamp on their foot in the process, but it was clear by the tightness of Katrin's voice that she wasn't just sad, she was miserable and so for the most part... Sally ignored the jab."Sorry, did you want me to go hex him instead? I don't have to kick him," she said, drumming her fingers onto her knees. "Is it his brother instead? He's a real creeper. I saw him making eyes at some sixth year the other day. It was so gross. Like, his voice hasn't even dropped yet and he thinks he's got a shot with them." Was it weird to be talking about puberty with Katrin? Yeah, maybe, but whatever. Sally knew all about it with two big brothers. It was freakin' hilarious when their voices cracked, and Sally didn't hesitate to tease them about it either. It was only fair with them being massive buttheads 99% of the time.
Swinging her legs off the table, Sally glanced at Katrin once more before she shrugged. "Whatever, you don't have to tell me what's wrong or anything. I don't really care, but I don't want you to yeet yourself out of some window because even though I don't like you, I don't want you to die or whatever," Sally said bluntly, before she reached into her bag and pulled out two chocolate frogs, courtesy of her dad's last package to her. "Here, think fast!" With that, Sally lobbed the frog in Katrin's direction. Either the girl would catch it, or she'd get a frog straight to her head which would be hilarious.
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Dec 21, 2019 3:04:01 GMT
"I'm not sad." The words, delivered flatly, were the biggest lie Katrin had told in a while, and that was saying something. In between telling herself that she didn't like Edmund in that way and that Ari didn't think she was just an annoying kid who didn't deserve to be part of the family, there wasn't a lot of room to lie more--but she still was. Because she couldn't give Sally that to use against her. She wasn't going to believe any of that about how she was just being kind. Katrin knew better. Most people were only kind when they wanted things.
"Well, yes, his brother is rather weird--hey!" Katrin shouted as a piece of chocolate collided with the side of her head, falling to the floor and hopping away. She regarded its movement with blue fire burning in her eyes before turning to the girl who had thrown it. In a flash, the tears and snot on her face were nearly forgotten, as she whipped out her wand, pointing it at Sally. Perhaps she had been too distracted to think of words to sting her with, but if there was one thing Katrin remembered well, it was hexes. The incantation flew from her mouth without thinking as she shot a pepper-breath hex at her classmate.
It's what she deserves. She won't even care anyway. She should've expected it. All probably lies, but Katrin was going to tell them to herself until she believed it.
"Right," Sally said, clearly not convinced by Katrin's words 'I'm not sad' because she was, like, 99.8% certain Katrin had been crying before she made her arrival. She didn't blame the girl for hiding in an empty classroom to do so - Sally didn't like to cry in front of other people either, it always left her stinging with embarrassment because she was meant to be tough tomboy Sally Jordan and she didn't want people thinking she was some sort of wuss, a stereotypical Hufflepuff who couldn't contain their emotions.
"How often do you think he has to wipe drool off his face again?" The words had only just left Sally's lips when she was being shouted at, and then had a wand aimed in her direction, a hex flying from Katrin's lips moments later. As soon as Sally did so much as breathe, it felt like a dragon, her throat burning without the fire. What. The. Fuck."What is wrong with you? It's not my fault you have shit reflexes and can't catch a frog, Tyrell," Sally snapped, before drawing her own wand in a flash. Two could play at that game and she may have felt sorry for Katrin, but she wasn't about to let her one-up her and give her bloody dragon's breath."Titillando!"
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Jan 12, 2020 2:23:43 GMT
In the middle of the flash of anger, the only regret Katrin felt was that she might end up in detention if Sally went and tattled on her. She couldn't believe that the other girl felt so--so entitled to barge in on a private moment and then throw chocolate at her as if it was all a funny prank! Who did that? She said she was there to be nice, but Katrin was so certain that Sally was just making that up so that she wouldn't kick her right out of the room.
After all, it wasn't like there was any reason for Sally to be nice. Everyone had motivations for what they did, that was how people were. At least it was what everyone Katrin knew was like, and she didn't really have any evidence to believe otherwise. Nobody did things just because they were--nice.
Her train of thought was cut off abruptly by a hex thrown right back at her, and she curled into herself where she sat as the tickling started, letting out an undignified shriek. The tears sprang right back to her eyes as her skin crawled. "I can't believe you!" Katrin hissed out as she tried to catch her breath. "You started it! I'll tell the Headmistress, I'll tell my father!" It didn't matter if Father wouldn't care in the slightest; it wasn't like Sally knew that, so she could still use it as a threat.
"I started it by giving you a bloody chocolate, you dick. I don't think that the Headmistress will care when you hexed me over giving you a chocolate frog," Sally said, scrunching up her face in Katrin's direction because she didn't care if the Headmistress was told. What was the worse that would happen? She'd get detention? Been there, done that, and she'd be dragging the Slytherin girl with it. "I don't care if your father is Voldemort of all people, he doesn't scare me and neither do you."
Even though she'd genuinely wanted to try and help somehow at the start of this whole... thing, Sally's patience for Katrin Tyrell in the first place was short and when she had hexes being thrown at her, it was even shorter. "You're welcome for the choccy frog. Have fun crying and eating it like a great big baby," she said, making sure to flip her a great big middle finger as she left the classroom, slamming the door behind her.
