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 EMMA MOUNTBATTEN-SMYTHE on Dec 15, 2019 21:40:26 GMT
Emma allowed the door to swing closed behind her, unfastening her cloak and glancing around. The range at Madam Malkin's seemed to remain more or less the same whenever she walked in, but then she supposed that perhaps it was because the display nearest to the door was of Hogwarts uniforms, which, so far as she was aware, hadn't changed in hundreds of years. Generally, she didn't do an awful lot of shopping here, if only because there was always the risk of running into someone she disliked but would be obliged to talk to nevertheless. Her mother seemed to have a ridiculously high number of friends, and she always encountered them in shops where she could neither escape quickly nor pretend not to have seen them. The universe had something against her.
There were days when a girl just needed to treat herself, though, and the brunette was in dire need of a change. What sort of a change, she didn't know, but her outfit was always a good start so far as she was concerned. If that failed then perhaps it was time to try out a new boyfriend. Choices, choices...
Kiernan didn't like clothing stores but he needed to pick something up for his mother. He had promised her that he would do that because lately the woman had been in so much pain and agony, she needed something nice to wear to the widow's club she went to these days. His mother had found solace and kinship with other recent widows and they seemed quite tight which was good in his opinion. Some people fell apart after the death of their husbands or wives and these people seemed to be helping his mother from doing just that.
No matter how much of an asshole his father was, this was something important to them all. The young man walked into the clothing shop his mother had sent him to while thinking about what to say as he held onto the piece of parchment she wrote the instructions on. Surely there were better ways to spend his day but he wanted to do something nice for a change and think about things that were important to him. As Kiernan walked in, parchment in hand he looked around for a shopworker but instead spotted someone quite familiar. As a professional player he needed his own lawyer in case of emergency.
There had been few to none incidents where he really needed one but there was no harm to have one right at hand when you needed them. Emma was great at her job in his opinion and he really did think that she would get him out of all kinds of messes though he certainly didn't mind getting messy with her either. The male had a smile and approached her. "Hey Emma, how's it going?" he asked with the same smile on his features as he looked her over. "Shopping for something fancy?"
Post by EMMA MOUNTBATTEN-SMYTHE on Dec 16, 2019 17:34:40 GMT
Emma had not been practicing law for very long in the grand scheme of things, but it was one of the many industries in which what you knew came a very definite second to who you knew. However many honours, degrees, certificates, and other proofs of excellence she might have managed to acquire- and, in fairness, that was no small number-, the brunette was very well aware that had it not been for those marvellous things called connections, she might well have been practicing quickie divorces from a back street office somewhere in Leeds. As it was, however, she was flush with success after success, and had acquired a considerable range of clients. Emma was damn good at law, and she had the chance to prove it; altogether it was a formula that practically guaranteed success, and that was without the influence of her less... overt business interests.
Her particular interest was in criminal law, but of course a girl had to start in somewhat broader areas, and so she had clients varying from friends of her father who seemed to find themselves in the hands of the Aurors every other day to couples looking to buy houses to companies and everything in between. And then, of course, there were people like Kiernan, who retained her as something of an insurance policy. A costly one at that; Emma knew her own value and made it a rule never to undersell herself.
"Mr Stevens," she greeted him with a smile of carefully manufactured enthusiasm. Much of their relationship strained the borders of professionalism, and sometimes even of professional ethics, but being on first name terms with a client was something that she tried to avoid in public. Privately, of course, well, that was a different matter. "Of course- is there any other kind?" The brunette ran her fingers casually through her long hair. "And yourself? I understand that hot pink is in this season, and I must admit that I don't see it suiting you."
Kiernan didn't like clothing stores but he needed to pick something up for his mother. He had promised her that he would do that because lately the woman had been in so much pain and agony, she needed something nice to wear to the widow's club she went to these days. His mother had found solace and kinship with other recent widows and they seemed quite tight which was good in his opinion. Some people fell apart after the death of their husbands or wives and these people seemed to be helping his mother from doing just that.