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 29, 2020 8:17:34 GMT
Teresa was bleeding, yet again, and this time it was all thanks to a pissed off customer who had found her mid-rummaging through their drawers after they'd gone off to have a shower. They'd forgotten to take a towel in, and caught her red-handed. After a brief tousle in which Teresa had literally had a vase lobbed at her head, one that connected too, she'd managed to lock the person in their own bedroom and stumble to the fireplace. By her luck, said fireplace was hooked up to the floo network, and after shouting out, 'Kiernan Stevens apartment!' she found herself stumbling out of the fireplace and into the living room.
She hadn't exactly gotten to see this part of his apartment last time she'd visited - more important things to see like the bedroom they'd directly apparated into - and she'd slipped out of the joint before he'd even woken up, heading straight back to camp. Hell, she hadn't even spoken to him since, but he was the only non-werewolf she knew and semi-trusted to help her out... and there was also the minor matter that he used to be in training to become a healer, and St. Mungos for a bleeding head injury was no longer an option.
"KIERNAN! Are you here?" she called out, voice loud. Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror, she let out a string of swears beneath her voice because fuck, that vase had really done a number on her. She had a large cut from the ceramic on the right side of her forehead, one that was currently dripping blood. Were there tissues in here? She needed to apply pressure, right?
Kiernan hadn't thought much about anything other than his family these days. It hadn't been long since his father died and he was still making sure his mother and siblings were alright. Of course most of them were still men and not the sensitive kind that share feelings but he checked up on all his brothers, his little sister and most of all his mother. When his father died he had the bad feeling that his mother was going to suffer greatly from it.
There was no way in hell that she would be just fine even with the group therapy sessions and her new gang of friends that scare the living daylight out of him. As he just finished writing the letter to his sister and sent off the owl he heard noises in his living room. Kiernan's apartment was almost like a show model. It was very modern when it came to the style but also highly not used because he was mostly outside of it.
With a frown the man got up from his desk and rolled his shoulder muscles, feeling the pain in his neck as he did so. Kiernan was not even bothered with putting on a shirt as he walked out of his bedroom just in time to hear shouting. The voice was familiar though the last time he heard that voice shout his name it was in a whole different setting.
"What the hell?" he asked as he walked up to Teresa and spotted the blood. He quickly reached for her hand and headed for the kitchen where he grabbed a towel. "What happened to you? Jesus." he grumbled and reached out to apply pressure to her head.
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Jan 30, 2020 7:43:05 GMT
There was a towel pressed against Teresa's forehead in a split second as Kiernan - her knight in shining armour - made an appearance. Teresa let out a sharp hiss between her lips. "I'm a fucking werewolf, that's what happened to me. If this shit with the Ministry wouldn't have happened in the first place, I wouldn't have to -" Teresa stopped mid-tirade, shaking her head furiously. Telling Kiernan all the details, of what exactly led up to her getting hurt, it wasn't an option. He wouldn't want a thing to do with her - who would? She was someone who turned tricks, slept around, and robbed people on a regular basis so she could just get by. "I had a vase thrown at me. Who knew a pot meant for flowers could do so much?"
Averting her eyes, Teresa stared at a spot behind Kiernan's shoulders because getting hurt... it was going to keep happening. There was no way of stopping it, not when it was so dangerous to be a bloody werewolf in this political climate, but there was something that could help her. It was a big ask though. "You used to be a healer, right? Or a healer-in-training?" she started, turning her gaze back his way to look at him imploringly.
Kiernan never really couldn't imagine a woman crashing into his house through a fireplace. There was blood on her face and the last thing Kiernan needed to know was what she did to get this to happen to her but the question was there. Kiernan just let out a sigh as she ranted that being a werewolf was the reason she was like this and it honestly made him upset a little on the inside. Why did people want to hurt people like this? Look at the girl bleeding because she was a werewolf. How was that right?
Kiernan looked at her with a small frown. "It's okay you don't have to tell me." he said, noticing by her expression that she didn't want to share. "Let's just get you healed up." he said and motioned for her to sit down. "A vase huh? creative." he said, not searching for more of an explanation behind it all. He just wanted to make sure she was okay, talking could happen later.
Kiernan grabbed a small jar from a cabinet and untwisted the lid. "Sit still.." he told her and put some of the cream on his finger. "I was a healer in training yes. I dropped out." he said and reached out to put some cream on her wound. "Why do you ask? Don't trust me? I swear it's not vaseline."
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Feb 5, 2020 2:47:26 GMT
"I know I don't have to tell you," Teresa said shortly, before all fire died on her lips. She needed to... not speak to someone helping her out, to someone who had been kind to her. It was a rare thing in this world, and the more she pushed away people willing to give her a hand in this world, the more deserted she would become.
Following Kiernan's gesture to sit down, Teresa did so... surprisingly obedient. "Guess a vase packs more of a punch then a pair of socks," she said, before leveling him with a look that screamed, 'yes, I know you were a healer-in-bloody-training. I was just easing into the topic.' "That's why I wound up in your fireplace. Not just because you're a beast in between the sheets and I'm hoping for a repeat performance." A small smirk twisted at her lips to accompany her words, but it dropped a second later because back to business.
"Look, I need you to teach me some healing spells. I know about them, I read about them, but -" She hadn't been able to use her wand for a year after the attack, courtesy of the Trace and she'd had nobody who would teach her charms beyond fifth year living alone on the streets. Maybe in the Trossachs... but a part of her was too prideful to ask. She didn't want to admit that she was weak in that area, to reveal to someone that she'd been that girl who was a victim of the Hogwarts attack. She preferred to play her cards close to her chest.