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 EVELINE LINWOOD on Dec 12, 2019 23:43:17 GMT
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Eveline Linwood
Age: 13
Birthday: 21 October 2005
Species: Witch
Blood Status: Pureblood
Job: Second Year
House: Gryffindor
Face Claim: Annalise Basso
personality
Positive Traits: Friendly, outgoing, determined.
Negative Traits: Overconfident, loud, stubborn.
Quirks and Habits:
Tapping her foot when sitting still for long periods.
Twisting her hair around her fingers.
Collects bottles of perfume but never uses any.
Always running five minutes early.
Likes: Being physically active, playing with people's hair, chocolate.
Dislikes: Silence, confrontations, cats.
Boggart: Herself, old, alone and immobile, confined to a chair.
Mirror of Erised: Herself as a Quidditch player.
Patronus: White rabbit.
history
Evie brushed her hands through her hair wearily as she pulled on her boots, taking a moment to check herself in the mirror before stepping out of the house, though why she did so was a mystery even to her- it wasn't as if anyone would see her out in the fields, after all, and the sheep didn't care. Still, it was habit. The wind was icy once she'd got away from the shelter of the house's walls, and she took in a deep breath, wishing that she'd thought to tie her hair up as it was sent splaying across her face, blocking her vision and making it even more difficult to breathe than it would have been anyway. There were jobs which had to be done, though, and it was her turn to do them, so that she really had no choice in the matter. And anyway, it was far better to be out here, striding across the cold hillsides, than curled up in bed doing nothing and bursting with suppressed energy which would have to find some kind of outlet sooner or later...
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"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat shouted, and Evie blinked rather owlishly at the occupants of the Great Hall as it was revealed to her by the removal of the Hat from her head. Well, that was... interesting. She really didn't know how to feel about that. Of course it was great to end up in the House of her parents, but she had sort of hoped that she might end up Sorted in the same place as her siblings. Still, from what she'd heard of Slytherin House, it had never quite seemed to be the right place for her. Perhaps it was all prejudiced and based on corruptions of the truth, but she just couldn't picture herself fitting in with all those people. Yes, she was ambitious, she supposed, but she wouldn't have said that it was her most defining character trait, and she was about as cunning as a sheep at the best of times, so that was more or less out of the window. Was she brave? Well, Evie frankly hadn't a clue, but she supposed that now was the time to find out. Setting a big smile on her face, she took a deep breath and began walking towards the Gryffindor table.
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Folding herself into a chair, the redhead sat in awkward silence as she watched the players high above darting in and out. She'd made a mistake in choosing to sit here, but then she'd thought she might be able to sneak in with her sisters. Apparently not, though; they were both very definitely walled in by a group of boys bedecked in the emerald and silver colours of the Slytherin team. Herself, defiantly clad in scarlet and gold, she felt very conspicuous amongst the serpentine crowd, but there was no help for it now; she'd chosen to sit here, and that was a mistake which had caused consequences that she was going to have to put up with. It would probably only be for a couple of hours, and who knew? She might make some friends. Evie essayed a tentative smile in the direction of a tall icy blonde on one side of her, which was very definitely not returned. Then again, perhaps it would be best to keep herself to herself, just this once. Why on earth hadn't she gone with her friends?
Evie strode out onto the pitch, taking a deep breath and feeling the chill morning air filling her lungs. Merlin, that was much better! Of course she loved being in the Gryffindor common room with all her friends around her, curled up around the fire and chattering away about all kinds of rubbish, but there was no experience that she loved more than that of feeling the ground disappear from beneath her feet and the pressure of the broomstick bearing her up into the air. It was an incredible freedom which she didn't think she'd ever experience in any other way, and that was a dreadful tragedy so far as the little Lioness was concerned.
Now, she hovered for a moment, releasing her grip on the handle of her broom to allow herself to tie back her long hair with an elastic before resuming the proper flying position and taking a deep breath as she turned slightly to one side, eyeing up the clouds on the horizon. It looked like being a clear day all around, and she would certainly have no complaints; its being a Saturday meant that, aside from having to eat sometimes, she could quite well spend the entirety of the daylight hours up here on her broom. Practice was important, after all, and if she wanted to stand any chance against anyone then she needed to be well prepared to deal with them. Which meant drills in all kinds of weathers; it meant dives and climbing and darting to the side and squeezing through narrow gaps at side... Merlin, she loved Quidditch.
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Age: 13
