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 25, 2020 13:36:37 GMT
What Edward Lupin had not counted on when he had given over the port-key was that when you're the bad guy you know that people cannot be trusted. Verandi wasn't born yesterday - neither was the Cursebreaker - so the meeting that had taken place between her and the Cotswolds' beta-bitch had taken place in a decoy camp with clever illusions magicked to create the look of a well trafficked area. There was also a few charmed gnomes - not catawauling, no, because the Trossachs were sneaky fuckers. No, these charmed gnomes simply let the pack itself know that someone had made it to the pack's decoy camp.
With the charms expertly put into place by their best wizards, should anyone come across the 'Trossachs Camp' located nearby Loch Katrine, where the brushes were thick all the way to the bank... they'd have thought they'd just missed the nomadic tribe. There was a magicked, large campfire that would easily fit 20 adults in a circle that 'smoked' and 'smouldered' .... the kitchen tent contained endlessly self-washing dishes and a cauldron. Several other tents had been set up with personal effects as if they'd just been left in a hurry. Of course when there was expected company, Verandi had a decent portion of pack members inhabit the area with daily activities to give the decoy a genuine feel - people should forgive the overly trusting Teddy for believing that he'd visited one of the smaller sections of the main camp.
Verandi and her pack members were very much secure in a heavily guarded part of the Trossachs National Park enjoying the highland cow that the hunters had brought home.
Post by HOPE GRIMBLEHAWK on Jan 26, 2020 2:26:59 GMT
It had been exactly two weeks since Hope had received that letter from Teddy Lupin, the one that claimed Verandi Farley had impersonated him during the St. Mungo's attack and provided her with the defunct portkey to the Trossachs location - one he'd used, once upon a time, to meet with Verandi.
In that time, Hope had gathered a team to capture the beta of the Trossachs, and had gotten an official in the Ministry of Magic to investigate the exact whereabouts the portkey had taken Teddy, before replicating the very same whereabouts for Hope and her team so when they carried out the task at hand, they landed exactly where they needed to be.
Nodding at the umbrella that sat in front of them, Hope's voice was loud and clear as she addressed Alistair, Derek and Donovan. "Okay, just to go over this once more. We're all touching the umbrella at the exact same time, so we arrive altogether. Unless strictly necessary, we are not to break off individually as we always need to cover each other's backs. Our primary target is Verandi Farley, but if we just so happen to see anybody else breaking the law in our presence, we seize them too. Understood?"
Hope prayed that by some chance of rare luck, one of the possible law breakers would be the Cursebreaker. The very person responsible for all the pain and misery in her life, one that stripped both of her families from her. Without any hesitation, if presented with the opportunity, Hope would lay down her life to get him back in prison because he didn't deserve to go free for killing her husband and daughter all those years ago and he deserved to suffer.
On the count of three, Hope's hand shot out and her fingers wrapped around the umbrella alongside her coworkers. As usual, taking a portkey was downright awful - it felt like somebody had gone fishing and hooked her around the belly button, reeling her in. But fortunately, it was over shortly and they were at their destination right near Loch Katrine which was... "Where is everyone?" she hissed, before pointing. "Donovan, Alistair, check the tents over there. Derek and I will check these ones. Shout if you find anything."
Leading the charge, barely glancing at Derek to see if he was following suite, Hope searched the tents top to bottom with her wand drawn. "Looks like they left in a hurry," she said scathingly, pointing at the belongings that were skewed across the insides of several of the tents. "There's no signs that there's anyone about. They've all left, Derek, what the hell?"
After completing the search on her end, Hope swore loudly and clearly before storming over to Donovan and Alistair, shaking her head furiously. "They were tipped off. They had to be. There's no chance - no bloody chance - that they just left coincidentally," she declared firmly, her eyes narrowed.
Alistair had agreed to join the raid and catch the werewolves that have been causing so much disaster and pain. He was quite sure that maybe one of these had caused his fiancee and child to die. His family was ripped apart by monsters like these wolves and he was going to make any of them pay if he could. Alistair was silent the entire way, did as he was told and when they arrived there was dead silence, not a soul in sight.
Alistair looked at Donovan and nodded to come with him as they searched the tents. He looked inside all of them and groaned. "Fucking hell, someone snitched." he said and turned to Donovan. "Someone snitched on us mate." he then patted his shoulder as he headed for Hope who seemed to have drawn the exact same conclusion Alistair had.
"Who gave you the information? Because either you got stood up or someone snitched on us and it sure as hell ain't me or Don." he said and eyed Derek with a frown before turning to look at Hope.
Post by DEREK VAN LEEUWEN on Feb 6, 2020 15:42:15 GMT
While he usually had mixed feelings about his job, today Derek was going in without feeling like the bad guy. This pack was full of dangerous and evil mother*ckers. They kidnapped innocent kids and used them as soldiers. When Hope asked him for this mission, she didn’t have to ask him twice. Derek hoped that if they broke the evil pack, peace would return, and the werewolf problem would solve itself. Perhaps right now he was being too optimistic, but it was a nice change to do something instead of arresting innocent people who couldn’t help their situation. These were the people that gave werewolves a bad name. No doubt the murderer of Dorothy was among them, he wouldn’t be surprised.
Derek followed Hope, as she led the mission. It felt nostalgic to work with her again. Without questioning, he followed her lead. However, once they arrived, Derek arched an eyebrow and looked between Hope and the empty camp. What was going on here? Were they using a camouflage charm or something? With a ready wand he opened the tents and trigger happy stunned an empty bedsheet. This was when a deep frown appeared on his face and he once more glanced at Hope. “We should be careful. They might expect us. This could be a trap,” he whispered to her.
Hope stormed off and he followed closely. But damn he should really cut down on the drinking. Age was catching up. Once regathered, his dark eyes glanced at the two other men. Faulkner told them neither him or Stevens slipped the information, but Derek was paranoid enough to even suspect his own team at this point. “Who else knows about this? Either your informant set us up or we might have a mole in the Ministry.” Derek didn’t have many people he could tell. He didn’t trust anyone with stuff like this, not even Jack. Scratch that, especially not Jack. That sweet and kind man always had a heart for monsters like this.
It had been exactly two weeks since Hope had received that letter from Teddy Lupin, the one that claimed Verandi Farley had impersonated him during the St. Mungo's attack and provided her with the defunct portkey to the Trossachs location - one he'd used, once upon a time, to meet with Verandi.
