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!
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 11, 2019 21:14:28 GMT
Sitting behind her desk, Fleur glanced up at the clock over the blackboard and flicked her wand, causing the door to swing gently open. Quite time that some of her students started to arrive, she thought; the blonde insisted on starting her lessons on time regardless of the circumstances, and if that meant that she lectured for five minutes to an empty room then so be it. Punctuality was a virtue, after all, and though she didn't intend to instill it in her students- after all, it wasn't her job- she was very much determined that she would maintain it personally. Yes, they would suffer if they lacked it, but then that was the way of the world.
She waited patiently as her class filed in, in ones and twos, offering a slight smile and a nod to those who addressed her and nothing at all to those who ignored her. Respect was mutual, if it was anything at all. At the moment that the hands of the clock clicked over to show that it was time for the class to begin, she got to her feet and cleared her throat, waiting a moment or so for the general muttering and mumbling to die down before she spoke.
"Good morning, everyone," she greeted them briskly. "You are all well, I hope. Today, we will be continuing with our study of animal transfiguration; in particular, you will be transfiguring these mice into goblets. To begin with, will anyone have the courage to tell me the incantation which we will be using?" Fleur had never considered it sensible to lecture for hours on end before actually beginning on something; it had a tendency to put students to sleep, and throwing in a few questions straight away helped to alleviate the effects of that.
Transfiguration wasn't one of Declan's favorite classes and the boy was already in a foul mood. His mood only dropped even more when he had to look at disgusting mice. With an arched brow he held onto his wand, wanting to poke the mouse and see if it would set on fire. Mice were disgusting vermin and he had to look at the little fellow squeak and sit there expecting miracles to happen like some bad fairytale. The young male sat back and gave the professor an annoyed glare before turning back to look at the mouse.
He didn't even bother answering her question because he simply didn't care. Now what was the spell to set the mice on fire? Declan poked at the mouse with a scoff. "This is fucking nonsense." he mumbled to the person next to him.
Ezra was looking forward to Transfiguration class because it was one of his favorites and he was looking forward to seeing the beautiful professor. Now you see, the young boy crushed easily and has many over the last couple of years. There was the sixth year Slytherin girl, and there is this lovely professor. Okay, Ezra wouldn’t admit out loud, but he had a thing for the older ladies. They’re more mature and he knew he would never have a chance on any woman older than himself. It was sad, but true. So when the thirteen year old ladies man walked into class, he had taken a seat next to a rather grumpy looking Slytherin.
Declan Tyrell, a brother of Professor Tyrell and someone he didn’t trust entirely. Even if Declan was a grump, it didn’t stop Ezra from smiling ear to ear and looking at the professor. He couldn’t wait to get started today. ”Cheer up, Tyrell…” he told his neighbor.
"You're such a tosser, Thomas!" Sally said with a loud laugh and a shove of her mate's shoulder as she walked into Transfiguration, grinning and chucking a pair of finger guns in the Professor's way. She was a cool one, Professor Weasley, not too strict for Sally's likely although she was pretty formal at times. Maybe it was because she was, like, French or something... were manners a French thing? Sally didn't have any bloody idea but that was her theory and she was rolling with it.
Flopping into a seat, Sally grinned widely as she saw the mouse in front of her. Perhaps it was a morbid reaction to seeing a literally dead creature, but hey, it meant they were doing something cool this lesson.
When Prof Weasley asked for someone brave enough to share the incantation to turn mice into goblets, Sally glanced around the room before her hand shot up. "Yeah, it's that... Vera Verto spell thing, right? You gotta be real good at it, or you'll end up with a goblet that has a tail. I mean, that'd be pretty neat and all but some people would get the heebie jeebies just holding it." Some people meaning the little Tyrell boy who was grumbling about nonsense in the corner, and stick-up-her-arse Katrin who always looked like she was smelling a really bad fart with that sour expression she often wore on her face. They were such chickens, if you asked Sally.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 14, 2019 12:32:06 GMT
Fleur returned a blank stare for the glare which she received from the Slytherin boy, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Do you wish to contribute something, Tyrell?" she enquired pointedly, but she was somewhat preempted by the rowdy Hufflepuff girl. Sighing faintly, she nodded. "Merci, Miss Jordan. Thank you for a rather colourful description." Walking around her desk, the blonde leaned against the front of it, regarding the students sitting in the front few rows. "The transfiguration of an animate object into an inanimate one is something of a complex piece of magic, though not so difficult as transfiguration between animate objects. Chiefly, the difficulty of the transformation is determined by the complexity of the end result. You must remember that the success of the spell depends upon your intention, and of course a more intricate product is more difficult to accurately recreate. Perhaps, Mr Tyrell, since you are evidently so au fait with this spell that you find my class boring, you would like to demonstrate?"
This class is ridiculous and he was going to have a nice chat with his sister about this. What he didn't want was being pointed out but of course his behavior was noticed by professor french and her stupid sidekick that is Sally. God she was such a stupid child with her lame idea of fun and awesome. He just gave the girl a glare telling her to go fuck that cup if she liked it so much and then turned his attention to the professor with a fuck you glare as well. His glares were all over the place.
"Shut it Rosaline." he hissed. He hated mice okay! "No thanks, I am good right here." he said not wanting to use the spell and frowned. "Rosaline on the other hand would love to give it a try, right?" he asked and looked at Ezra.
Edmund refused to be bad at this class and was studying his mouse as he waited for the class to start. Turning this into a goblet was insane, the science behind it all would prove it was impossible but yet this creature would turn into a solid object. What if the answer behind scientific questions no one can answer is magic? Spells that change the universe for good? Would those exist? Why didn't he know about them then? Edmund turned to the professor who seemed quite interested in Tyrell just like his brother, were they friends now?
"And I thought Ezra couldn't make worse friends.." he muttered to himself and just eyed Sally and Katrin before turning back to his mouse. When could he do this? When Ezra fails? He looked at his brother and grinned. "Do it."
Post by ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY on Dec 17, 2019 11:35:21 GMT
This class was going to be an absolute hell. The redheaded girl was not looking forward to the first class her aunt was going to teach. The professor of this class was her own aunt for crying out loud and she was not ready to go through this. She was seated beside the loud mouth Hufflepuff and already regretted that decision. Her attention just like many others were on the Tyrell boy and Rose just rolled her eyes and started drawing doodles in her notes while waiting for this class to get itself done and over with.
The humiliation was beyond her own level of entertainment and so Rose didn't want to go through that right now. Her green eyes absently staring at her parchment and barely paying attention to her mouse which was sitting there, ready to become a cup.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 20, 2019 14:42:52 GMT
"The matter is not up for debate, Mr Tyrell," Fleur returned sharply. "You will demonstrate this spell for me, please, and if it appears that you are not so familiar with it that you do not need to pay attention to me then you can expect to lose points. Today, if you please; we do not have hours to wait for you." She did not intend to encourage any kind of idleness if she could help it, and when she was teaching a class, she expected her students to actually be learning. Yes, she was new, but she wasn't about to go easy on anyone because of that. Start as you mean to go on, the saying went, and the blonde had every intention of keeping her class's attention very firmly on their work from beginning to end.
did i beat you at your own game?/typical of me to put us all to shame
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Dec 21, 2019 3:18:14 GMT
Katrin saw her brother's hesitation to try the spell, realizing he was perhaps in over his head a little. She shared his opinion of the spell they were expected to perform, but she had a whole year of practice on him--making it even more nonsense for her to be having to do it, she thought, but she wasn't going to just let Declan be humiliated in front of everyone. She wouldn't let herself ever look bad in class--why should it be any different for him? This was her time to shine and be a hero.
"I'll do it, Professor Weasley," Katrin said as she put her hand up, voice as sweet as she could possibly make it. With eyes sweeping around the room, landing on her least favorite classmates as much as her favorites, she pointed her wand at the mouse sniffing around on her desk, not waiting for any further instructions. "Vera Verto!" A flash of light emerged from her wand, engulfing the little creature. When the smoke cleared, there was a goblet on the desk, with no tail, Katrin noted smugly. As long as nobody noticed the fact that it still had patches of fur, she'd be alright.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 29, 2019 11:43:23 GMT
Fleur nodded briskly. "Thank you, Miss Tyrell. Very nice, and not badly done. You will notice that the goblet maintains the proper shape, with no visible sign of the former structure; it is not uncommon for the goblet to retain paws, noses, whiskers, tails, and so on, which is of course less than desirable and will be considered as an incomplete Transfiguration, which sometimes wears off further over time. Miss Tyrell's goblet, however, is likely to last for a considerable period, and although you will note that some small patches of fur have been retained, this is a cosmetic rather than a structural point- and will make for an interesting talking point at parties, will it not? I would award you ten points to Slytherin were it not for the fact that your brother's evident inattention has just lost you five, and so it will be five points only."
She leaned back against the edge of her desk, glancing around the room. "Now, I am sure that you are all entirely bored with my voice, and so I shall speak for no longer. You will all please commence attempting this spell; it will be found on page three hundred of your textbook. If you have any questions or would wish any assistance, raise your hand; otherwise, I will be making my way around the room."
After watching Declan Tyrell - seriously, what was it with this whole family being a bunch of glorified gits? - refuse to do the spell, then his sister do it for him, Sally was annoyed. Especially when Katrin got points for it because how the hell was that fair? Professor Weasley should have asked someone else, not just let the baby's sister save him. "PROFESSOR!" she chimed up, all of a sudden. "Do the rest of us get points for doing it too then? Because, like, I can turn that thing into a goblet too so Declan doesn't have to."
When Professor Weasley asked them all to commence doing the spell, Sally flipped to the right page and whipped out her wand. Man, she was going to kick arse at this spell. With a flick of her wand, Sally said, "Vera Verto!" and watched as it transformed into a goblet of wine with, what she fully believed, less patches of fur than Katrin's.
Transfiguration wasn't one of Declan's favorite classes and the boy was already in a foul mood. His mood only dropped even more when he had to look at disgusting mice. With an arched brow he held onto his wand, wanting to poke the mouse and see if it would set on fire. Mice were disgusting vermin and he had to look at the little fellow squeak and sit there expecting miracles to happen like some bad fairytale. The young male sat back and gave the professor an annoyed glare before turning back to look at the mouse. 
Edmund refused to be bad at this class and was studying his mouse as he waited for the class to start. Turning this into a goblet was insane, the science behind it all would prove it was impossible but yet this creature would turn into a solid object. What if the answer behind scientific questions no one can answer is magic? Spells that change the universe for good? Would those exist? Why didn't he know about them then? Edmund turned to the professor who seemed quite interested in Tyrell just like his brother, were they friends now?
This class was going to be an absolute hell. The redheaded girl was not looking forward to the first class her aunt was going to teach. The professor of this class was her own aunt for crying out loud and she was not ready to go through this. She was seated beside the loud mouth Hufflepuff and already regretted that decision. Her attention just like many others were on the Tyrell boy and Rose just rolled her eyes and started drawing doodles in her notes while waiting for this class to get itself done and over with.
