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 VERANDI FARLEY on Jan 1, 2020 12:12:26 GMT
Verandi had been keeping an eye on the tabloids for days after the dramatic release of the captured underage students. She could almost recite them word for word, she'd kept that close an eye. The reason, you may be wondering? Verandi had all but delivered Teddy Lupin to the authorities on a stick at the St. Mungo's attack yet over a week later there was still no word of his arrest.
"If only we all enjoyed the protection of The Boy Who Lived," Verandi sneered as she scrunched up her Evening Prophet and lit the end of her wand, her dark eyes sparkling as the flames engulfed the paper like it were an angry werewolf inhaling a human on the full moon. "If he hasn't been arrested by now, that can only mean that their eyes will turn towards us," Verandi's worn dragonhide boots crunched on the forest floor as she began to pace around the campfire.
A distant sound made the she-wolf pause in her track, her breath held tight as she listened for the culprit to reveal themselves. Her wand was already in her hands, but a hidden dagger began to slowly slip down from its hidden position on her forearm. "Who's there?" she asked in her sweetest, girly voice possible.
'That'll be 80 pounds, yes, thank you and may God bless you all.' Those were the last words Pastor Jones had told the old muggle man, who'd called upon him to have an exorcism on his ill son. Pastor Jones had spent an hour screaming and ranting and raving behind locked doors, making sure that the old, senile man would be convinced. Pastor Jones had obliviated the son so he wouldn't remember a thing, for increased effect. Because Pastor Jones was a wizard.
Pascal felt very content with himself. All the ranting and raving had put quite a strain on his throat, and the amount of bullshit he'd spewed in the last hour made him cringe. Perhaps this was a character he needed to retire before he started losing his own sanity, but gullible muggles were such a lucrative business, especially for a wizard who knew wandless, non-verbal magic. A wizard like him.
After he'd walked far enough from the lone farm, he apparated, vanishing from sight. It was back to the campsite, to get out of these priestly robes and into something a little more comfortable.
The ends of his clothing dragged over the forest floor, making a loud rustle with every step. As he approached the camp, his heart rate started speeding up ever-so-slightly, because he could see an oh-so-familiar silhouette pacing 'round the campfire. Or, well, he could see her back.
Ah, Verandi. She'll be pleased!
After a few steps closer Pascal understood that he'd caught her at a bad time, as her voice turned saccharine -- in all the years he'd known her, he'd learned that it was a very bad, bad sign.
"Oi, oi, it's jus' me, Pascal! No need for the wand, no need for that at all," he said, raising his hands up in surrender, one fist clutching the few pieces of paper money.
Verandi had been keeping an eye on the tabloids for days after the dramatic release of the captured underage students. She could almost recite them word for word, she'd kept that close an eye. The reason, you may be wondering? Verandi had all but delivered Teddy Lupin to the authorities on a stick at the St. Mungo's attack yet over a week later there was still no word of his arrest.