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 TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Jan 6, 2020 11:25:01 GMT
The club was dark and smokey, trashy pop music blasting overhead, and it was the perfect place for Teresa to lift a wallet. People were too busy getting their rocks off, gyrating and trying to find someone to take home for the night. Nobody had their eyes on their wallet - but Teresa had her eyes on everyone's, trying to locate the perfect one to pocket for herself.
Writhing her way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, occasionally stopping to dance with somebody, a smile was plastered across Teresa's features as if she was truly elated to be here. She wasn't - once she grabbed a few wallets, she was out of here and back to camp to share some of her gains with the rest of the pack. She always kept something for herself because she wasn't some fumbling idiot and it was smart, having a stash. It was there just in case.
Her attentive eyes catching on the athletic line of a man's back right in front of her, Teresa marked him. He was the perfect victim - he was too busy dancing with some other girl, too caught up in having fun (and Merlin, didn't she wish she had that luxury?) to notice Teresa's hand inching towards his back pocket. Fingers curling around her prize, Teresa slid it out in one swift movement until she realised that she hadn't gone unnoticed and he was looking straight at her and his wallet she was holding. Fuck.
Post by GABRIEL MORGAN on Jan 14, 2020 14:38:33 GMT
The bass thrummed through Gabriel's body as he danced. It was so loud inside the club, it drowned out all the noise of the outside world. He'd been dancing with the girl who'd got him through the door, but she'd been a little too handsy for his taste. So he'd gone from person to person, gyrating and swaying, settling on a woman with amazing cans. He gave her a smirk and she responded by moving closer. The only thing that would make this night better would be a group of friends to drink with. As of yet, he'd only coaxed one guy into buying him a drink. Sure, he had his wallet in his back pocket but it had a bit of loose change and his ID cards. Certainly not enough to buy a beer, let alone a cocktail of any sorts. If he thought too much about how little money he had to spend, the more he'd think about how he hated his loss of income and independence.
He tried to relax into the music again, giving the girl another smile. Just as he was leaning down to ask her for her name, he felt the weightlessness of his back pocket. He whirled around in an instant, staring at a familiar face. It took him a few moments before he mouthed her name, and quick as lightening grabbed the wrist that held his wallet. "Outside!" He ordered, sparing an apologetic look to the woman he'd been dancing with. She looked rather stunned. He couldn't read the expression on Teresa's face, but he planned on figuring out what she was doing. She'd tried to take his wallet, but for what reason? Was it for money (which was a funny joke because he had none)? Was it targetted at Gabriel specifically because of his recent contact with Teddy?
He planned to drag her out to the smokers area, somewhere with a little more breathing room and a lot less noise. He wracked his brain for some kind of bargaining tool. It wasn't like he could call the auror cops on her, but he could talk to security to get her thrown out if she wouldn't explain.
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Jan 14, 2020 15:37:54 GMT
All of a sudden, long fingers curled around Teresa's wrist, and a stern order was being barked at her. Perhaps out of shock, Teresa allowed herself to be practically yanked by this guy towards the smokers area. When they finally stopped moving, Teresa snatched her hand back as if scorched and immediately went on the offensive. "Normally I charge people extra if they want to be rough," she spat out, before eyeing the wallet she miraculously still had clutched in her fingers.
As she raised her eyes to judge whether it was safer to give it back or worth the risk of shoving it down her jeans, Teresa froze. He was handsome, yes, with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes but that wasn't what had her pausing. No, it was the fact that she knew him from somewhere and as her eyes dropped to take him in further - had she slept with him in the past, maybe? - she swallowed as she caught sight of the scars peeking from his half-opened button down. They looked nasty and reminiscent of the ones that covered the span of her back. "Those aren't human," she said, because she wasn't stupid. It was better to just ask outright, she decided seconds later, and so she met his eyes daringly, asking in a lowered tone, "Are you a werewolf?"
