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!
“Andrew, Andrew, come here,” Richard called upon his brother in hushed tones, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into the kitchen, away from the living room where his eldest daughter was trying to think of at least one excuse for her actions, that didn’t make her sound as dumb as a boot, while her mother tried to patch the poor sod of a boyfriend, who’d took the brunt of the battering in the fight.
His brother could tear his eyes away from the bloodied mug of the teenager, so Richard closed the kitchen door behind them, making his brother finally focus on him.
“Did you or did you not spend my part of the inheritance in these years?”
“No, Richard, I- It’s all in my vault.”
“Good, how much of that is mine?”
Andrew hummed for a few seconds before giving an answer. “At least ten thousand. Why?”
“Write me a cheque out for half of that. I’ll have to pay off some people so that your dear daughter doesn’t get her wand broken for meddling in state business. Consider my debt to you paid.” Richard muttered, shutting his mouth as the kitchen door opened. It was the culprit herself, hurrying into the kitchen to grab something from one of the cupboards, a potion, without a doubt. The man glared at her, having to hold off from making a comment about her little adventure.
He’d really thought that Isobel Linwood wasn’t nearly as stupid as her younger sister. Even after a life filled with disappointment, there was still a little optimism in him that there was no way people could be any stupider than he'd already seen.
And, boy, oh, boy, did his own relatives just love to prove him wrong.
Cheque in hand, Richard went back into the living room, where Sarah was trying to get the boyfriend to stop muttering incessantly so that she could get whatever potion was in that little blue bottle down his throat. Isobel was looking on, pale as snow, barely even noticing Richard’s presence until the man was standing right next to her, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder.
“I’m going to the Ministry to fix your bloody mess,” he said, before tossing the green powder in the fire. And to quit my job.
Richard had had enough with vigilante justice, with all werewolves being painted in a bad light because of the actions of the few, and, frankly, he wished he could wipe his own memory just like he had done with the man in the forest -- he didn’t deserve these two airheads making his life worse than it already was.
And Richard knew that he wouldn’t be able to arrest the man without any qualms about it, once the time came around. No. He would take the rest of his inheritance and move somewhere far, far away, where it wouldn’t be his problem.
all i really want is to be wonderful/people in this town, they can be so cruel
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on May 7, 2020 17:27:19 GMT
the state of dreaming
"Put him on the couch, Richard; I'm no healer, but I suppose I'll have the experience to become one after these few weeks." Sarah Linwood spoke the last bit with a glance at Isobel, who was sitting in the living room armchair, hands twisted together, still covered in dust and dirt and a bit of blood. Isobel could feel a lump forming on the back of her head, but she knew better than to ask about a potion or spell for that right now--both her parents seemed even more upset with her than they had with Mia-Rose just a week ago.
At the kitchen door, she could see her uncle pulling her father away, closing the door behind them and leaving her alone with Mum--and Wolfgang, technically, though the boy seemed barely conscious of anything that was going on around him, still trying to mutter something about blood and Isobel.
“My best guess is a broken rib,” Sarah said, placing a hand on Wolfgang’s shoulder to try and stop any squirming. “Skele-Gro is best for that, since we can’t splint it. Keep your head on the pillow, she’s right over there, I promise.” Getting up, she opened one of the cabinets next to the couch, sorting through an assortment of bottles, none of which seemed to have labels. Isobel had learned long ago not to mess with the potions inside, even once she learned Alohomora. Mum had an order to her things, and Merlin save you if she found something out of order.
“I never would have thought this of you,” Sarah began, as she pulled out five potions, setting them on the table next to her, while she dug deeper into the cabinet. “You’ve always claimed to be the responsible one. The Ministry says you’re of age, but I’m not sure I believe them, not after this stunt.” Taking a small, bone-shaped bottle in hand, she grabbed one of the measuring spoons hanging on the door and stepped away from the cabinet.
Isobel remained quiet, feeling like anything she said would bring additional wrath on her head. She watched her mother put a few drops of the potion into the spoon, then prop up Wolfgang’s head on a pillow in order to put it into his mouth. “Drink up. I know it’s awful, but you don’t need much for ribs.”
“And you,” she said, returning her gaze to Isobel, “should count yourself lucky that you don’t need any of this. I have no desire to become a hospital.” Sarah shook her head, taking one of the other potions she’d gotten out. “I’ll give him some pain potion, to get him to sleep, and then we’ll be having a talk.” She hummed, opening the cork of the small blue bottle. “In the kitchen, there’s another one like this,” she said. “Go get it, I’m sure he’ll need more. And come right back.”
Isobel got up from the chair, already feeling the bruises that she knew were going to appear on her body before long. In the kitchen, her father and uncle were having a conversation that seemed nearly as serious as the one she was having in the other room, and she opened the potion cabinet quickly, snagging the one that looked correct without saying anything.
“Here it is.” Isobel’s voice was quieter than she’d expected as she handed over the small bottle, seeing Wolfgang’s eyes still stubbornly open. Behind her, whatever discussion had happened in the kitchen seemed to be over, as Richard tossed a handful of Floo Powder into the fireplace, something that, if Mia-Rose’s punishment was any indication, was going to be banned for her shortly as well.
I’m going to the Ministry to fix your bloody mess. Isobel felt chills run down her spine, the unpleasant thoughts of what the Ministry might do rising to the front of her mind. She had felt that they wouldn’t care what happened to some random werewolf, but perhaps she had been wrong.
Once Mum had managed to get a few drops of potion down the throat of Wolfgang, who was still protesting, though with softer murmurs now that the liquid had hit his tongue, she put a hand on Isobel’s shoulder, urging her toward the kitchen door. Dad was already sitting at the table, exactly where she had seen him last. “Sit down,” he said, and Isobel sat across from him, eyes still not meeting his.
“I have to ask you one question,” Mum said, sliding into the seat next to him. “Who convinced you to do this? Was it Mia-Rose? Or did Wolfgang put you up to it?”
“No!” Isobel answered hastily, before the question could even finish. “Neither of them--don’t be mad at them.” She took a deep breath. “It was my decision. I admit it.”
“And you didn’t think we would be worried at all?” Dad asked, face serious. “That a girl who hadn’t even finished school was going to try and duel a grown werewolf?”
“I mean, I knew, but--” Isobel wasn’t sure how to justify herself. The reasoning that had seemed so certain just hours before now seemed to fall apart under the disappointment that hung in the room like storm clouds. “I was just trying to help.”
“And it’s gotten you an injured boy on our couch, possible trouble with the law, and yes, you will be grounded as well.” Mum’s voice was strained, frustrated. “I still can’t believe it. I’ll be taking care of him all evening, I hope you know. I have to reattach his teeth somehow, and no, I’ve never done that before.”
“I’m sorry.” Isobel meant it, although she knew it wasn’t enough.
“You should be,” Dad said, “but it will take more than that. What you did was incredibly foolish.”
“The actions of a stubborn child, not a grown witch,” Mum added. Isobel winced, knowing what she’d been telling her parents just about a month ago, about how she had the right to live where she wanted for the summer. “I’m only happy that you made it home in one piece. All of you. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about what you did.”
Isobel cast her eyes down again, sighing.
“And I know you’ve been hurt too, so we’ll deal with that in the morning. You can take a pain potion if you want, but not one of the strong ones. I want you upright while you take a bath. You need the dirt washed off, and then straight to bed.” Mum got up, opening the kitchen door. “Off you go. Don’t think this conversation is over, though. I’m sure you have a lot to think about.”
Isobel spared a glance at Wolfgang as she headed for the staircase. His face was still bloody and grimacing a little, but his eyes were closed, and she hoped that Mum was right, that his injuries could be healed right here on the couch. The stairs creaked as she walked upstairs, heading for the bathroom. What surprised her was the sound of a door opening, the one with the “Keep Out” sign, and the sound of her sister’s slippered feet padding along the floorboards. Mia-Rose seemed uncomfortable, playing with a curl of her hair, but without saying a word at first, she wrapped her arms around Isobel.
