We are a post-Potter roleplay set in 2019.
We have an active character driven plot, a short app and no word count.
It's June 2019 and at the moment, the wizarding world is facing a lot of tension with the werewolf community.
This is a result of anti-werewolf legislation being passed in 2016 after a series of brutal attacks.
Unfortunately, this legislation passing hasn't achieved anything.
Werewolves can't find jobs and without a source of income, this has left a lot of them facing poverty.
But instead of taking it laying down, there's starting to be waves of attacks once more.
How will the Ministry of Magic solve this problem now? Is it too late?
One pack, The Trossachs, have decided that an obvious solution is to no longer be a minority. The more wolves, the better.
Yet another pack, known as The Cotswolds, believe that approach will only deepen the mistrust and ostracism faced by the werewolf community.
Instead, this group, led by an independently wealthy werewolf means aims to educate the ignorant wizarding community and change legislation by winning the support of the majority.
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 ISOBEL LINWOOD on Dec 27, 2019 3:50:06 GMT
Officially, there was no reason for Isobel Linwood to be standing outside the prefects' bathroom. She wasn't a prefect, nor was she ever going to end up a Quidditch captain, but the thing was that she had never been inside before, which she felt was a tragedy. Sure, her strawberry shampoo did well enough for her hair, but there could be something even better in the many scented taps she had heard were inside. It wasn't fair that the prefects got in just by being goody-two-shoes--but at least the only protection was a password. A little piece of knowledge that, if Wolfgang was correct, had now been extracted from Emil Zalewski.
She wasn't sure how he'd managed that, but she would take what she could get.
Counting the doors from the statue of Boris the Bewildered, she arrived at the one that was meant to be the entrance to the magical bath. It didn't look any different from the doors around it, but she'd figure out if she was right soon enough.
"Maple bacon," she whispered, still unsure exactly who had chosen something like that for the password to a bathroom. To her delight, she could hear the lock click open, and she pushed open the door, a wave of warm steam enveloping her immediately.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Dec 27, 2019 4:25:13 GMT
Matheus had an itty bitty secret, one that he had shared with Leo Jordan over the past few months, and that secret was that good little boy Leo had whispered the password for the prefects bathroom in his ear one day after a particularly enthusiastic necking session in the Astronomy tower. So for the last few months, Matheus had absolutely been taking advantage of said bathroom. The shampoo and conditioner the prefects were provided was definitely better than what the rest of the school had in their respective bathrooms, and it made Matheus' beautiful, bountiful Brazilian curls look even more delicious than usual - if he did say so himself... which he did, every time he gazed upon his handsome self in the mirror.
Sitting on the edge of the bath, Matheus' long legs dangled in the water as he tried to get the temperature just right before slipping in for a dip. Deciding that the water was still a little bit too hot for his liking, Matheus leaned over to twist one of the golden taps, watching as a stream of literally bright blue water poured into the bathroom. It was only seconds later that Matheus heard the door open and he adopted a grin as he saw who it was.
Isobel Linwood, the cheeky minx.
"Here to get a little wet, Isobel?" Matheus asked with a flirtatious wiggle of his brows as he took in her appearance, eyes skimming over her very fit form. Merlin, she was gorgeous with those vibrant locks that curled over her shoulders, and those long legs that went all the way up to there. Those legs he'd had the pleasure of feeling wrapped around him once or twice. "I'll make you a deal - you wash my back, and I'll return the favour."
Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Dec 30, 2019 1:28:31 GMT
There was always, of course, the risk of a prefect being inside at the same time Isobel had seen it fit to visit the bathroom. Isobel knew that, but if that had been the case, she was sure she could come up with some excuse, or simply turn around and leave before anyone could catch the face below the red hair. There were a fair few girls with long red hair in the school; it came with being in the British Isles.
But the figure already in the bath was not a prefect. Isobel knew that in a moment, because she knew what they all looked like, and they definitely didn't have Brazilian curls like that. Very familiar curls, if she did say so herself. She'd been suggesting to Wolfgang for a few months now that perhaps they should invite Mat for a night together, but they hadn't found the chance yet. Well--nothing prevented her from enjoying the chance herself.
She wasn't sure how many hair products she was going to get to try out tonight now, but she could always come back for that, right?
"That sounds like a fair deal to me," she said with a playful smile, setting her clean clothes next to the towel rack and starting to unbutton her shirt. "I'll let you pick which tap we'll get the bubbles from--although I am partial to oranges. And don't forget to keep the water hot." Like yourself, she thought, letting her eyes rake over what she could see of him from above the water.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jan 7, 2020 4:34:50 GMT
Matheus' eyes followed Isobel's nimble fingers as they undid her shirt, watching as the buttons slipped through the small slits of fabric until finally, she'd reached the last one. "I would have done that for you, you know. My fine motor skills are fantastic," Matheus said, giving a little wriggle of his digits as he held his hand up. Of course, he wasn't just implying he had very clever fingers when it came to peeling clothing off bodies, but something a lot dirtier than that. If she wanted to know more, he'd very happily murmur low into her ear while giving her a practical demonstration of how skillful he could be with them. He was a gracious lover like that. "The water will be hot enough when you enter it, querida."
Matheus didn't miss the way Isobel's eyes lingered over his body (similar to how he suspected he'd be looking at her later), and he didn't miss an opportunity to stretch up like a cat in a sunny spot to show the strong lines of his body off to her. He was proud of it, he'd worked hard to get it where it was, and if she wanted to stare then he'd give her a show. It was a PG-13 version of what he did best. "Oranges, hey? Let's see..." Reaching over to grip a tap, Matheus turned it full force only to discover it was strawberry. Whoops. Grinning up at her ruefully, Matheus shut it off before saying, "You might have to find it for us." Turn something other than me on.
Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 10, 2020 3:11:22 GMT
Maybe, possibly if one could get her to admit it, if she could admit it to herself without feeling horribly silly--Isobel Linwood had a thing for accents. There had been Wolfgang's faint hint of German the night they'd first hooked up, continental-shaped sounds she could now repeat in her mind without even thinking, the sound of sharp elegance and precise beauty. And then--then there was the way Mat was calling her querida, just one word that made shivers dance up her whole spine to the rhythm of the rolled r.
It was such a small thing, maybe even embarrassing if it was known just how weak a man could make her with just a little touch of a foreign language, but as long as nobody knew, if she wasn't going to enjoy it...
Slipping off her jeans, Isobel went to kneel by the taps, barely feeling the urge to shiver, with all the steam filling the room. "Strawberry won't do," she said, smiling, "that's what I always use. I've never been in here before. I wanted to experiment a little." With that, she twisted a tap that was capped with rose gold, pleasantly surprised when it came out with a bubbly rush of jasmine. "Not oranges, but I'm sure we'll find it."
With that, she started to stand, intent on taking off the last of her clothing so that she could get into the tub, but the bubbles that had spilled onto the edge betrayed her, and she slipped forward, sliding feet-first into the warm water, catching herself only on the ledge near the side that served as a seat. She blushed fiercely, hoping she hadn't ruined the moment.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jan 10, 2020 10:31:03 GMT
The milky expanse of Isobel's long, long legs was revealed as she shed her jeans and he had the most pleasant of memories involving him, her and those legs wrapped around his waist, urging him forward, from earlier in the year. Perhaps if he played his cards right, he could get a repeat. "You're not in the mood to experiment? Mix things up?" he asked, finding a way to make bath scents into a double entendre. What could he say, he was clever like that, a thought that put a grin sliding onto his lips.
Matheus' appreciative eyes drank Isobel's lithe form as she divulged herself of her clothing, then slunk back over to move into the pool-like tub. But then all of a sudden, she was slipping and he made an instant move forward, hands shooting to her soft waist to grab her. She turned out to already have saving herself covered as she gripped the ledge for dear life instead, but Matheus' hands didn't move. It wasn't necessarily an excuse to touch her - although that was a benefit of it - but he didn't want her to fall and break something. "I thought I was meant to be the smooth one here, Linwood," he teased, before shaking his head. "Are you alright? Can I let go now, or... do you want me to make sure you don't slip again?" He definitely wouldn't object if she agreed to his big, manly hands on her a bit longer, but consent was key.
Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 13, 2020 17:16:24 GMT
As she finally got her feet under her in the tub, Isobel knew her face must be entirely as red as her hair, but she hoped the heat would be enough to provide an alibi for that. After all, the water was just as hot as Mat had promised, softly-scented steam rising up onto her skin. Under the water, she could feel his hands still around her waist, and even though she'd come to the bathroom for washing her hair, she had the distinct feeling that very little of that was going to get done tonight.
Glancing up at the redheaded mermaid on the wall, she could swear the animated creature gave her some sort of wink. Perhaps it was just her own mind encouraging her, but it didn't seem to matter--she'd fallen right into a very hot situation.
"Oh, I'm very alright, now that you're next to me," she said, smirking. "I haven't forgotten the healing touch of your hands. Maybe you need to use them some more." The only thing that would make it better was if Wolfgang materialized in the room to join them--but she remembered the last time she'd hooked up with Mat, and she was sure he was capable of showing her a good time all on his own.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jan 14, 2020 8:32:13 GMT
"The healing touch?" Matheus repeated, amused before his eyes were lowering, before flicking up to look at her from underneath his lashes. He had it on good authority that his lashes were to die for, and more than once he'd had women remark on the fact that they'd kill for ones like his. One of Matheus' hands lightly skated down to Isobel's soft hip, before moving towards the back to grab a handful of - something not so PG-13. "I don't know about it being healing, but I know that it'll make you feel amazing. Not as amazing as my mouth, but -" Speaking of his mouth, he needed to put it to good use besides just wrapping it around sinful-sounding words and phrases.
Just as he lowered his lips to meet Isobel's plush pink ones, capture them in what he was certain was going to be a mind-blowing, rock-your-world kiss, there was the sound of the bathroom door opening. Pausing mere inches away from Isobel's, Matheus hoped it was one of the cooler prefects. He was pretty sure he could convince Zalewski or Belanger or even Valentino (okay, maybe that one was a stretch) to join them with Isobel's blessing. But then after tilting his head up, he realised it was someone much, much better. "Here to join in, or just watch?" he asked, voice pitched low.
It had been a long and arduous day and Wolfgang wanted nothing more than to sit back and relax. And it was common knowledge, at least in some circles, that there was no better place to do that than the prefect bathrooms. Wolfgang wasn't a prefect, nor the captain of the Ravenclaw team, but those hurdles were far too insignificant to keep him away. There was nothing a few carefully picked words couldn't do.
So, there he was, about to enter the prefect bathroom, pink button-up shirt halfway undone, a small tuft of chest hair showing, a shaving razor clutched in his hand -- his beard needed a trim -- and the neat layer of his dark curls looking just a little disheveled, a blue towel draped over his shoulder.
As the door opened, it was immediately apparent that someone was already there, as the room was filled with steam. His first instinct was to walk right back out, not wanting to run into someone like Longbottom or Valentino, but upon closer inspection--
Oh, fuck yes.
He couldn't imagine a better combination of people he could have walked in on. There they were, Matheus Delgado looking like he embodied the summer heat of Spain, and Isobel. His Isobel, a marble statue carved by the great masters, pale skin peppered with freckles and why did she still have clothes on while in the bath? Nevermind, they'd get rid of them soon enough.
Wolfgang didn't answer to Matheus' question. No, instead he smirked, walked to the side of the tub so Isobel couldn't see him without turning around and got undressed as quick as he could before slipping into the pool, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist from behind and kissing her neck, sighing a 'Hello, Isobel' into her ear.
Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 19, 2020 6:28:54 GMT
Isobel was so absorbed in the process of getting Matheus to get the bra off of her that she barely registered the fact that the door to the bathroom had opened. But when Mat had turned his head up to look, she had to as well--and what she saw made her wonder if she was, in fact, capable of using a Summoning Charm on humans, and without a wand, too! Wasn't this just the scenario she'd been dreaming of for months now? Herself, sandwiched in between Wolfgang and Mat, or perhaps with her watching them, or anything with these two--the hope made her shiver with delight.
"Hello, Wolfgang," she answered, reaching a hand back to pull his head forward for her to kiss him. There were curls in his hair again, and she smiled at the feel of them under her fingers. "I think you've arrived just in time." It was murmured against his lips, Isobel's eyes opening to look at him half-lidded. Threading her other hand into Mat's curls, she drew his face close to her lips as well. "And don't think I've forgotten you and your healing powers." Pulling him in for a kiss, she let herself be swept away in the warmth of the bath and the boys on either side of her.
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