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!
Positive Traits: Strong willed and confident; Clever; Serious; Level headed and calm under fire; empathetic
Negative Traits: Stubborn and bullheaded; Judgmental (and quick to it); Spiteful; Condescending; Secretive
Quirks and Habits:
Awful public speaker - answering questions is one thing, but if he ever has to stand in the spot light for more than a few seconds, he tumbles - rather than stumbles - over his own words.
Lip biting - when deep in thought and trying to stay cool, Quincy chews on his lower lip so frequently he never notices he does it.
Smokes muggle cigarettes when home - an awful habit he picked up from an uncle the summer he turned 15.
Devil's Advocate - he just can't help but take the Opposition position for the sake of argument
Likes: Reading; magical history; sweet things; the smell of fresh parchment
Dislikes: Flying; spending money; spicy food, bugs, being cold
Boggart: Himself or his mother destitute and in rags
Mirror of Erised: Wealth and recognition
Patronus: Cat
history
Memory One
Quincy sat on a turned-over crate, back in poor posture as he hacked a heavy cough that momentarily drowned out the laughter of his Uncle who sat on the only actual chair out on the Thorne resident's porch. Smoke poured from both his mouth and nose and his eyes stung.
"Say what you will, and we do," started his Uncle, not waiting for the coughing fit to pass, "about these Muggles - but they can from time to time make a nice indulgence."
The man reached out and pulled back a pack of cigarettes that were lying on the floor next to Quincy, retreating them to his own pocket for safe keeping. The two men continued to just sit, letting the quiet summer day fall over them.
Quincy plucked at a few splinters that were coming off of his crate, tossing them out over the thin railing. Cars could be heard in the not-too-far distance. No doubt rushing to escape the Glasgow heat.
"You never have anything nice to say about Muggles," Quincy said after a moment. He stood, stretching to pop his back before turning to look up at his family's two story residence. It desperately needed a good painting. The shutters to not one but three windows hung loosely, as if left hanging only by pure stubbornness.
"There's not much nice to say, is there?" replied his Uncle.
Memory Two
The platform was full of people hustling about in chaos. Parents were hugging their children goodbye as older children made mad dashes to find their friends.
Quincy himself was tucked by his mother's side, desperately trying to hide himself behind her waist. "What has gotten into you - you've been so excited to go?" asked his Mother softly.
The boy hesitated to answer, his eyes scanning all the students that flocked bye - specifically scanning their robes and belongings. How many other students were wearing used and home-tailored robes? Would they be able to tell? Quincy couldn't handle asking these questions to his mother, but knew she expected an answer - her lip had already begun to tighten - so he moved to an equally tough - but much easier to ask - question.
"Dad didn't want to come see me off?"
Her lips vanished more as she tightened them, giving herself a second before speaking. "Don't be silly. Of course he wanted to - something important just came up, is all. You know how he is."
Memory Three
Quincy flicked his wand, pulling another set of candles to his solitary table up in the library. The window let in a surprising amount of chill, and he had already burnt through two candles for light. Chewing on his lip, Quincy looked for his position in the large book before letting out a heavy sigh and turning the book back a page and starting to re-read it again. He had all winter holiday to catch up on his reading - or, more accurately - to get ahead. This was his third year - and third winter holiday - at Hogwarts - and he had just as easily fallen into the routine of reading most of the day just to pass the time. He missed his classmates and friends.
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RP Alias: Fell
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Hogwarts House:
Other Characters: N/A
Roleplay example:
Quincy cursed loudly, and then again a second later after a large smack across the back of his head.
"Excuse me?" he hissed, dodging quickly to avoid another swipe from the Ravenclaw girl to his left.
"No cursing young man," she said with a wide, knowing grin, before moving back and wrapping an arm around Quincy's own.
"But it is absolutely freezing," spat Quincy, pushing his own body closer to hers for warmth.
The two students pushed their way down path that theoretically led the way from the castle to the lake. Both in front and behind them trailed the other Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, the majority of whom were equally made miserable by the cold. Thick layers of snow fell upon them every second, and made it so Quincy could hardly see five feet in front of him.
"I hope these blokes know where their heading," he whined to his partner. "Or this really is the blind leading the blind."
"Can't you cast a spell or something," asked the girl.
"And lose a finger to frostbite once I remove my hand from these pockets? No thank you, Ma'am," Quincy replied, before cursing for the third time in as many minutes as he collided with the body of the person a head of him.
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Age: Fifteen
