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 22:10:06 GMT
Fleur had moved the desks back slightly to create a larger space at the front of the room and had replaced her desk with a lectern for the time being, having added a small podium just in front of the blackboard. Rearranging her classroom was something which she did frequently, perhaps because her enthusiasm for Transfiguration was representative of a general love for change of all kinds. If she stayed still for too long, she tended to get bored; what was more, she was sure that it encouraged apathy in both herself and her students, which was in both cases undesirable.
In any case, the changes were made, and she opened the heavy door of the classroom, nodding to her students as they filed in. Sometimes, it did you good to have a different kind of lesson, and Fleur was well aware that she could be teaching the same topics for the next twenty years or more, so that if she got stuck in a groove of teaching everything in the same way all the time then she would quite likely die of boredom before she ever got the chance to retire. Not a pleasant vision, and so she did her best to mix things up a little wherever she could, for her own sake as much as the sake of the students.
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Dec 12, 2019 8:21:18 GMT
Teachers come and go but this one was supposed to be quite famous. Something to do with marrying a hero family of poor redheads. Kaylie was going to wonder how good she even would be as a professor especially since she hadn't heard of this woman until she looked her up out of utter boredom and curiosity. This woman sucked in the triwizard tournament, was French of all things and part veela. She'll have the boys here wrapped around her finger in no time. Kaylie however was not impressed as she was seated in the back like usual, her eyes on the lady while people entered the classroom.
As soon as class started the woman spoke and the French accent made Kaylie want to hurl. Being sober and in this class were two things she regretted already. Human transfiguration? Like plastic surgery but succesful? Kaylie leaned back a bit and just looked around waiting for some knob to answer her questions. She had impressed too many people in DADA the last time she actually paid attention and instead just closed her eyes. She was in the back, no one would notice anyway.
Morgan was seated beside her fiancee, her eyes on the textbook in front of her while she waited for the class to begin. It was another slow day in Morgan’s opinion, not wanting to get out of bed that morning because she slept like crap for most of the night. The bags under her eyes showed, and even if it worried her fiancee and her future brother-in-law, she said she would be fine and to keep her mind busy so she wouldn’t drift off to sleep. At least she was getting the nightmares at bay now that she saw the matron in the hospital wing.
When the lesson started, Morgan snapped out of it and looked at Ryker with a tiny smile. The female leaned over, whispering something into her ear with a grin. ”Our spot after class…” before she leaned back into her chair, letting others do their thing.
Elijah was bored and when he was bored, he would skip a class and move on with his day. But sadly this was his last year at Hogwarts and he needed to get ready for his final exams. He needed to pass his class and ignore is broken heart - even if he knew he needed to move on. So seated in the back of the classroom, Elijah sighed as he looked at the professor and then at his sister a little ways from him, his eyebrows raising as he saw Morgan leaned in to whisper in his sister's ear.
A sigh escaped him when he started doting down notes for the class and ready for someone to speak up, wanting the professor to confirm the right or wrong question.
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Post by MAVICAN JONES on Dec 14, 2019 10:45:54 GMT
Transfiguration was quite the exciting class. She always loved changing objects into something else, like the one time she turned a frog into a glass statue. It was an accident sure but she loved it. The redhead eyed the new professor, feeling quite the attraction which she was warned about. Damn veela blood. The redhead took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair as she thought about those spells for a minute. Why would you change your appearance?
"Aurors perhaps?" she asked as she rose her hand to speak. Who else would do something like that. "Or criminals though wouldnt a polyjuice potion be more efficient?"
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 14, 2019 11:21:16 GMT
Fleur leaned against the lectern, gaze roaming around the room. She rather liked this, as a matter of fact, and made a mental note- something to use again. Of course it was entirely impractical for marking on, but that was a separate issue, and there was always the staff room in any case. "Mademoiselle Rousseau, perhaps you would have the courtesy to at least look as though you are paying attention?" she suggested in her sweetest tones. "Education does not take place simply because you are in the room with me; you will find learning far easier if you condescend to remain awake throughout."
She turned her attention to the Ravenclaw girl who had offered an answer. "A Polyjuice Potion is indeed a widely accepted alternative; however, you ought to recall that brewing the potion is a long and complex process. Aside from which, it is necessary that the drinker will appear to be another person entirely. You will of course realise that there are occasions when a person wishes to look different to their usual appearance, and yet not identical to someone else, which I can assure you causes complications. You see?" She watched the girl for a moment, waiting for her answer. "I fear also that you have misunderstood my question. My fault, perhaps. I would like you to give me an example of a person who can change their appearance at will without reference to potions, charms, transfiguration, or any other such means. A person with an innate ability, you see?"
Post by MAVICAN JONES on Dec 14, 2019 11:43:31 GMT
Mavican wasn't often confused and she had to admit she was slightly amused at Kaylie trying to nap in class like she usually does. How did she even make it this far was a damn miracle. Still when the professor talked to her directly, Mavican did feel a bit weird. She didn't really think being the center of attention when a professor talked to her was going to be as awkward as it is right now. The redhead kept her head high though and frowned for a moment.
"You mean a metamorphmagus? Is that what they're called?" she thought about it for a moment. "I know my namesake is one." she was talking about a younger girl, Olivia who she saw tended to change from dark to light hair whenever she paid attention to the girl. Same with the extreme hair colored kids she saw around, also a namesake of hers. "Its genetic though right?"
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Dec 14, 2019 11:46:35 GMT
Of all the classes Grace currently took, she had to say that it was a toss-up between DADA and Transfiguration on which class she did the worst in. She enjoyed the thereotical side of the two classes, but the practical side? That was where she lacked. It was like... the magic just never came out right. She overthought it and botched it in some way or another, something which often left her red-faced and wringing her hands in front of her.
To her relief, today's Transfiguration class seemed to be centered around the theoretical side - or at least, for now it did. Raising her hand at the Professors question of what type of person could change their appearance at will without the use of a spell, Grace softly answered, "A metamorphmagus can. It can take a while for a lot of metamorphmagi to gain control of their powers, but they can do a lot with their skills once they get a handle on them."
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 14, 2019 12:20:07 GMT
"Merci, Miss Jones, Miss Longbottom; that is precisely what I mean." Fleur gave the girls a warm smile. "Take five points each. To be a Metamorphmagus is indeed a genetic ability which few possess, but it is well to be aware of such things; they are of interest, and then they may arise in your NEWTs. The Metamorphmagus has an innate capability for more or less any physical change to the body, which renders the use of human transfiguration unnecessary. For those who are interested, I have here a book which is far more detailed. For now, we must press on. Human transfiguration is used for a number of purposes. As Miss Jones so rightly tells us, it is used by Aurors when they feel the need for disguise; it can also be used as a more drastic alternative to beauty charms. Perhaps someone would like to suggest a spell which is an example of human transfiguration?"
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Dec 16, 2019 18:45:16 GMT
Well shit.
Of course she was spotted by the bloody professor and there was a grumble under her breath as she opened her eyes and looked around the classroom. She didn't care that she got called out for trying to nap, she cared that she failed at doing so. The girl listened to the others and just let out a sigh as she hugged her leather jacket a bit tighter and eyed her notes on her table. She was glad she had multiple jackets, Alana wore her favorite one these days and Kaylie had an older one still lying about as a backup.
Not that she minded, it was nice seeing her girlfriend in her jacket. The blonde just held onto the sleeves as she crossed her arms over her chest. Fine, she'd pay attention.
Ryker was seated beside Morgan and looked into the direction of her brother. He looked so miserable and she hated that. She hated to see him miserable like this and she didn't like it one bit either. The brunette was writing down notes for the class when she heard Morgan whisper in her ear, allowing her red shaded lips to curl up into a smile. "Mmm sounds perfect.." she whispered in return before turning her attention to Kaylie who was apparently napping before the professor pointed it out and Ryker shook her head, how could Morgan be friends with that bitch.
Transfiguration wasn't that interesting when it came down to changing objects into something else but still it was quite important for their futures. Ryker rose her hand and frowned. "The spell to turn oneself into an animagus is quite complicated but well known throughout the wizarding world." she answered and arched her brow. She wondered if the professor was going to teach this nitwits to become an animagus, Ryker had worked hard, studied her ass off and remembered all the times it went wrong when she tried to learn it.
Was she at least going to discuss the risks? The dangers? Or just ask them what they know?
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Dec 19, 2019 10:08:36 GMT
A wave of relief hit Grace as the Professor confirmed yes, she was correct. It was nice to hear those words, and she smiled to herself as she heard that she'd just gained some points for her house. Even though she would never gain those through practical magic - she was far to inept at performing spells in front of others - it was good to know she could still earn them by participating in theoretical discussions during class.
When Professor Weasley addressed the class once more, asking for spells relating to human transfiguration, Grace listened as Ryker spoke about the spellwork involved for animagus' before racking her brain. Perhaps... she wasn't entirely certain this was what Professor Weasley was after, but Grace raised her hand once more. "There's... Crinus Muto which, um... which can change the style and colour of a person's hair, right?" she asked, before biting her lip. She hoped that wasn't what they were doing today because she didn't trust herself to magically transform her appearance. What if she messed up drastically and there was no changing it back?
Transfiguration was one of the better subjects taught at Hogwarts, if you asked Vinda. Despite being a Weasley (though blessedly without the eyesore flaming red hair), the Professor seemed to be capable of keeping her class on track and teaching the content they needed to know aptly. On top of that, she was a sharp dresser and Vinda always appreciated that quality in a person. There was nothing worse to her than some uncultured thing showing up and looking like an unkempt slob who had the hide to pair black pants with brown shoes.
Sliding into her seat alongside Adrian, Vinda spared a glance towards her betrothed. Was he still cold with her after the events of the Spin the Bottle party - the one where she'd so stupidly gotten Longbottom to attack Willy - or was he talking to her today? She didn't know, but they had to keep up appearances of looking like they were boyfriend-girlfriend because it was all apart of her grand plan to convince people that no, this wasn't a betrothment. Her family didn't own her (even though they did, treating her like a puppet suspended by strings), and she chose to eventually marry this person."I like the way you styled your hair today," she said to Adrian, offering him the tiniest of smiles.
Class commenced before she could say anything more, and Vinda glanced at Willy as he moved into the chair beside her and immediately, Vinda went as tense as a live wire because no, no, no. She had not approved this - but then again, she hadn't approved him sitting beside someone else either, and she didn't know what would be worse. If he sat next to someone else, Vinda faced the dire possibility of having to watch Willy flirt with them, and... even the idea of that made her fingers wrap tightly around her quill. Instead of greeting Willy, Vinda didn't say a single thing, instead focusing on Professor Weasley at the front.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Dec 24, 2019 10:48:45 GMT
Unfortunately when the impeccably dressed seventh year Slytherin deigned to grace the class with his presence ... he happened to enter just as some red headed idiot asked if ’metamorphmagus’ was the correct term for someone with the innate magical ability to change their appearance. He rose a tastefully bushy brow towards his favourite snake seated ever so piously beside her badger boyfriend. The look was screaming ’is this bitch for real?’ and he made a point to look Mavican up and down on his approach to the desk beside Vinda. Was she a confused first year muggleborn, perhaps, that had stupidly attended the wrong class? With the slightest of nods to himself, Willy concluded that yes. The flat chest the freckled freak spotted confirmed his suspicions.
Now seated, Willy relaxed into the seat and allowed his leg to rest warmly against Vinda’s outer thigh and he slowly pulled out his occamy feather quill and dipped it into the ink to start making notes. Of course, Ryker just had to talk about animagi and the well known spell. ”Oh please do share your incredible wealth of knowledge with the class, Ryker. You’re such an accomplished witch I bet you’ve already mastered the spell haven’t you? Is your chosen form a bitch?” he asked, his smile sweeter than honey before he gave Vinda a side-long glance, lowering his voice to a not-so-quiet whisper, ”no spell required, really.” After seven years of Ryker’s know-it-all attitude and her twin brother’s constant vacant stare (he was pretty, but there was clearly nothing between the ears) had worn thin.
Turning his attention back to something more interesting; getting under little Miss Vinda’s skin. Willy didn’t need to concentrate very hard to make his fingernails cycle through different colours as if they were being repainted each second to draw attention to the Slytherin tie that he had tied around his closely shaved neck. Ostensibly straightening the tie, it just so happened that the embroidered monogram flashed easily for Vinda to see - in fancy silver thread was stitched V.S..
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Dec 26, 2019 0:24:42 GMT
Entering the Transfiguration classroom, Emil sat next to Grace, almost instantly regretting his choice to attend that party for what felt like the millionth time. It felt like it had made everything weird. He could still distinctly remember the sensation of Grace's lips against his, soft and warm and sweet and making him all hot inside, and that was absolutely not what he was supposed to feel for someone who was just his friend. And then there was Wolfgang, he thought, determinedly not looking to see if the dark-haired boy was in class today. He settled for loosening the knot on his blue tie just a little, hoping that cooling off would help him focus on the lesson.
The mention of Animagi gave him an idea of what to contribute. "There's a variety of spells that can turn humans into animals. Not like Animagi, but as temporary transfigurations," he offered, knowing that at least that was true. "But it's rather dangerous. You can't use those spells on yourself, or you'll lose your human mind and not be able to perform the counter-spell." It sounded terrifying, like the way werewolves were said to lose their minds when they transformed, except in this case, there wouldn't be any changing back when the full moon set.
Teachers come and go but this one was supposed to be quite famous. Something to do with marrying a hero family of poor redheads. Kaylie was going to wonder how good she even would be as a professor especially since she hadn't heard of this woman until she looked her up out of utter boredom and curiosity. This woman sucked in the triwizard tournament, was French of all things and part veela. She'll have the boys here wrapped around her finger in no time. Kaylie however was not impressed as she was seated in the back like usual, her eyes on the lady while people entered the classroom. 
Transfiguration was quite the exciting class. She always loved changing objects into something else, like the one time she turned a frog into a glass statue. It was an accident sure but she loved it. The redhead eyed the new professor, feeling quite the attraction which she was warned about. Damn veela blood. The redhead took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair as she thought about those spells for a minute. Why would you change your appearance?
Of all the classes Grace currently took, she had to say that it was a toss-up between DADA and Transfiguration on which class she did the worst in. She enjoyed the thereotical side of the two classes, but the practical side? That was where she lacked. It was like... the magic just never came out right. She overthought it and botched it in some way or another, something which often left her red-faced and wringing her hands in front of her.
Ryker was seated beside Morgan and looked into the direction of her brother. He looked so miserable and she hated that. She hated to see him miserable like this and she didn't like it one bit either. The brunette was writing down notes for the class when she heard Morgan whisper in her ear, allowing her red shaded lips to curl up into a smile. "Mmm sounds perfect.." she whispered in return before turning her attention to Kaylie who was apparently napping before the professor pointed it out and Ryker shook her head, how could Morgan be friends with that bitch. 
