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!
A lot had happened in the past few weeks, and Morgan had been sleeping less and less. The nightmares were flooding her thoughts at night, and there was a time she had woken up screaming and had to get out of the dorm room before the others figured out what had happened. This was two nights ago, and Morgan refused to sleep long and was forcing herself to stay awake and it was making her mood go down hill rather fast. She wasn't herself, and people were staring to take notice. But she refused to speak about it - refused to talk about the reason why she had been off. Only a few people knew, her Professors had known and the Headmistress. People were concerned and she was getting sick and tired of it.
Morgan had found herself in an empty classroom, sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, hugging her knees with her eyes shut. Perhaps she can get some shut eye here. Perhaps she can be left alone, and away from eyes staring at her while she'd stumble down the corridor due to the lack of sleep. No, she wasn't drunk but she wished she was and she knew that if she were to be caught drinking, it'd be the end of her Hogwarts days.
Instead she refused to drink on campus, she had other ways to get it done but for now she wanted the quiet. The peace.
She was fading off to sleep land when the door opened. But did she open her eyes? No. Whoever it was, they can do what they do in an empty classroom and not bug her.
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The day outside was dismal to say the least and so Flora had gone on the hunt for somewhere quiet, inside and without a pesky librarian to always worry-wart over whether or not her water colours would stain the precious books (a mistake a student only makes once). Today Flora had no headband; instead she had her long bangs plaited with golden thread running through, and joining just behind her head to form one long braid down the middle of her back. In her right arm she nestled her bag with parchment and pencils, her left hand held her wand delicately so that the door to the unused classroom opened with mere flick of her wrist.
It was a moment or two before Flora realised that the classroom was in fact occupied. Morgan, Flora mentally conjured the name of her housemate from the back of her memory without too much difficulty. Though Flora was two years younger, she made it a point to remember as many of her housemates as possible. In fact, Morgan was the dormmate of her own sister, Vinda, though the party-line was that they were cousins only. Flora paused for a moment, letting her dark eyes scan the redhead for signs of life... yes, she's breathing Flora determined and so she moved to the other side of the classroom and shuffled her bottom onto a desk.
That fiery red hair gave Flora an immense amount of inspiration and so she began to get her things out of the satchel.
Normally Morgan wasn't one to sleep when someone else was in the same room as her, unless it was her dorm room or even one of the rooms at her parents cabin. For some reason, she found it odd and it made her a little uncomfortable cause the feeling of being watched was always there even no one was actually doing it. She wasn't fully asleep, no. She was still a little there in the world of the living when she listened to the other human soul move around the room. At least they were leaving her alone like she had hoped minutes ago. Usually if someone spots a person sleeping in a very odd place, they would wake them to make sure they were okay.
A few moments had passed before Morgan had suddenly jolted because she was feeling like she was falling. Her eyes had opened in that moment, and she had quickly placed both her hands down to keep herself sitting up. Her head had managed to hit the wall when she jerked it back, making her let out a couple of curse words. It took her a few moments to recover, feeling the on coming headache. Of course that had to happen.
Flora's long, summer-tanned legs tucked easily into themselves once she'd shuffled far enough onto her desk. It didn't matter that she was dressed in her school uniform skirt because she was a lady and knew how to tuck it down enough to keep her dignity. There were a few goosebumps as the air was beginning to chill, but not enough that Flora felt the need to wear tights yet. The girl paused for a moment as she saw the other sleeping beauty stir from the corner of her eye and Flora glanced in Morgan's direction to confirm whether or not she'd moved. Still sleeping, Flora noted before she continued on her merry way.
Flora's nimble fingers quickly located the scarlet hued water colour pencil and she put it gently between her teeth as she reached next for the little container of water out of her bag. Now that she was all set up, Flora dipped her pencil into the water and began bold strokes on her paper. A few strokes in, Morgan jerked awake and the movement made Flora jump a little - her pencil stroke went in a completely different direction than she had intended. Flora didn't mind though, it would just make her abstract piece of work all the more beautiful. Flora looked up from her paper to watch Morgan with interest, but didn't say a word. Perhaps she was still asleep? No, Flora, no one curses in their sleep, she chided herself. Still, perhaps where she sat would go unnoticed - so she stayed silent and simply watched, her fingers working the pencil on paper without looking.
There was heavy breathing from the redhead as she started to relax her own racing heart, and for a moment she didn't notice the other girl sitting on one of the desks. Once she was relaxed enough, Morgan shifted in her spot and moved a hand to the back of her head, rubbing it gently in hops she didn't have a bump. You'd think she would learn not to fall asleep in random places, especially around the castle cause chances of being caught sleeping in an unused classroom by a professor was a little high for her liking. Morgan was thankful she wasn't caught yet - she didn't want to explain to why she wasn't in her own dorm room sleeping. Truth be told, she hadn't really slept in that bed in a while. Sure, she had laid in it but never was fully asleep. Sometimes she'd find herself in the common room curled up on the couch.
It took Morgan a few moments to notice that there was indeed another soul in the room, and her eyes flicked toward to the figure, her eye squinting to get a good look. A fellow housemate. Fantastic. Last thing she needed was to look insane to her peers, but she can trust this one not talking. Hopefully. She didn't want to explain herself as to why she's there. "How long have you been sitting there?"
