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!
There was a time when Shay would not care what people would say about her, because honestly, rumors were just that. But after the winter holidays were over and all the students had come back to Hogwarts ten pounds heavier due to the food they consumed over the winter break, Shay had been more self-destructive. The loss of her girlfriend had sent her over the edge and she was prone to getting into fights with people who would dare to cross a grieving girl - let alone, insult the dead. The dead couldn’t defend themselves because, well they weren’t there anymore. Unless they were ghosts but unfortunately her girlfriend was not a ghost.
Today of all days, Shay had lost all her self-control and punched a fellow classmate. With good reason if one were to ask her why she would punch Oswald Tyrell. Maybe it was because he was being an insensitive asshole and not believing that Lizzie had died all those months back, but said that she had run off to be with some dude because Shay couldn’t perform well in bed. The moment the words were said, was the moment Shay had turned around and threw herself at him out in the lawns. It took three of his buddies to finally get her off of him, and she had rushed back to the castle, fuming.
The moment Shay had walked into her dorm room, she had slammed her already bleeding fist into the nearest dresser. ”I wanna kill him!” she growled and tossed herself down on her bed, her eyes on the ceiling. Her hand was throbbing from the pain, but it was worth it.
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Dec 12, 2019 19:09:02 GMT
Nadya could not wait for the year to be over. To get out of school, out of this dungeon, forever. Everything seemed to be putting her on edge lately, from the antics of her classmates in class, to the looming obstacle of exams, to the sinister presence of the Ministry officer. How dare she share her name.
So sitting in the dorm was a respite from it all, even as she was still worrying--afraid that the moon being so close to Easter would mean she couldn't see Toby, or worse, that the next announcement from their cowardly Gryffindor of a Headmistress would be that they wouldn't get to leave for the break at all. Tobias had a hundred times the real bravery, she thought. It was while she was turning this over in her mind that Shay stormed in, the sharp crack of a fist slamming against wood echoing through the room.
"What have they done now?" Nadya asked, already dreading the answer. She didn't know who it was that they were, but it felt like it didn't matter at this point. The world was out to get the seventh-year Slytherins this year, it seemed--there was what happened to Scarlett, and then Willy, and Hugo, and Freya, and Shay. And of course Nadya, for her own self, had been slowly growing more and more agitated as the Ministry's laws grew worse. "And don't punch it again, I'm not a healer. I'll only be good at helping you plan a murder."
Shay brought her bloodied up hand to her forehead, rubbing it when Nadya’s voice rang through the air and she quickly sat up, regretting the sudden movement due to a dizzy spell hitting her. Okay, so she might have smacked her head on the ground with Oswald Tyrell’s children pulled her off of him but she ignored it all because she was too damn angry at everything. It had been weeks since she last had an outburst toward someone, wanting to murder them but was told to calm down by a couple of her friends. At least some had her back.
There was a deep inhale as Shay tried to calm her nerves, not wanting to drag her roommate and friend into her crap. ”Oswald Tyrell…” she said and stood up, to reach for an old shirt of hers to wipe off her hand. God, she wanted to murder him. ”Apparently he doesn’t believe Lizzie to be dead and instead she ran off to be with some guy. You know, he wants to stir up drama and he found his way under my skin.” she said, trying to calm herself.
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Dec 18, 2019 4:09:04 GMT
"Ah, him." Nadya's voice didn't hold any warmth or pity for Ozzy Tyrell, sleazy character that he was. Her pride in her own heritage had always clashed with his, and nothing he had done over the years had softened her opinion toward him. When she listed all the struggles that had fallen on their year's Slytherins, he stood out as the one who still seemed to have undeserved privilege ahead of him. And he still found it necessary to kick Shay while she was down?
Of course he did. She shouldn't have expected anything else.
Moving off her bed toward her trunk, she took out a small jar of paste, unscrewing the lid before coming over to her roommate's bed. "Sit down, no need to exert yourself more. And give me your hand. This isn't pure essence of dittany, but it should still help with the pain." Sure, she was no healer, and she'd said as much, but there was no harm in keeping around small amounts of potions to cure small things, to avoid the hospital wing. As long as the hand wasn't broken, it would help.
"Ah, I've dreamed of murdering him for a while," Nadya mused as she scooped a bit of paste onto her fingers. "If only we could exchange his life for hers. I haven't mastered that level of magic, though."
Murder, the word was so ominous in so many ways and Shay had no shame of even thinking about doing such action. Death was a part of life, something she had learned long before she lost Lizzie. Her very own mother was murdered in front of her when she was a young child. The memory faded over the years, but she can remember the screams from her mother before they stopped suddenly. Shay was surrounded by death; maybe it meant that she was some bad omen. Not worthy of love, or having people to care for. Maybe she was meant to be alone for the rest of her life.
Shay let out a sigh, tossing the old shirt aside and took a seat on the bed; doing as she was told. Her eyes on the jar her roommate had, causing her to raise an eyebrow. ”Always prepared, huh?” she asked softly and held her hand out for her. Nadya’s next words made her close her eyes to avoid show the emotional pain she was in.
”I’ll do it in a heartbeat.” she admitted with a tiny sigh.
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Dec 28, 2019 23:48:53 GMT
"Always," Nadya repeated. Maybe she was the kind of person who believed that tea and herbs were the solution to most everything in life, or at least would never hurt, but it had always held true for her so far. "I'd tell you to go to the hospital wing, but something tells me you're not feeling up to walking all the way up there right now. We'll fix it here, as long as it's not broken." Ever so gently, she patted her roommate's hand when she was done applying the paste, then screwed the cap back on her jar. The hope of becoming an official Healer might be growing distant, but this was something she always could do.
"If it were up to me," she mused, leaning back on her hands. "I'd make a poison. The sneakiest weapon of all." Nadya might have enough anger in her to perform all manner of curses on the school's residents at the moment, but she didn't have any particular desire to be caught. If she were to go after someone--which she knew she would do only in the most dire of circumstances--that was what she would pick. "But maybe that isn't satisfying. Maybe you really just want to send him flying." That sounded like something Shay would enjoy, even if it might not actually get to happen. They would see.
