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!
Sam made his way up from the Slytherin dorms, taking staircase after staircase. He'd spent his Saturday morning doing homework and staring off into space. He had done more of the latter than he cared to admit, but no one need know that. All that mattered now was that he was meeting a friend, he wouldn't be alone. He kept checking his watch as he walked, mesmerised, watching the seconds hand spin. Reaching the top of the fourth floor staircase, he kept trying to climb, his foot falling through thin air. He lurched forward and managed to catch himself on all fours. He needed to stop spacing out or he'd end up seriously injured.
He saw one thing upon entering the empty classroom. A pot of tea. A surprisingly large pot of tea. Sam stared at it a moment, taking it in, his mouth hanging open in amazement. They'd asked the House Elves for a lot of tea, but he hadn't thought they'd take it so literally. He approached and attempted to lift the pot to pour, but his hands began to shake, slopping tea on the desk and ground. He huffed, mildly frustrated and, instead, used a levitating charm to pour. Taking a seat on the next desk over, Sam curled his fingers around his cup and watched the door, waiting for LIAM JORDAN
"OI! Bruv, I'll see y'after lunch yeah?" Liam called over his shoulder because he'd already begun to jog in the direction of his tea date. His friend had called something back to him, but Liam didn't really understand much more than it just being a voice - he waved to let them know he'd heard and almost bumped into two little Ravenclaw firsties. "Oi! Soz sis, didn't see yas there," Liam laughed easily and flashed a wide smile. He didn't stay long enough to hear their grumbled replies; he was used to ruffling Ravie feathers.
Liam was almost starting to build up a sweat when he reached the empty classroom. Almost being key here - he was fit, after all because he had a bit of an image to keep up... especially because his brother was the sportsman of the family and all. "'ey bruv, yeah Nick's down in the Great 'all. If ya quick ya'll catch 'im," Liam replied to a query from another student that was passing down the hall as he put his hand on the doorknob. The boy flashed another grin as the person held up their fist and he took a moment to bump it with his own before he opened the door.
"Sam! 'Ey man that's a wicked big pot bruv," Liam said with a shocked, but ultimately pleased, look on his face. "I reckon those 'ouse elves be 'avin' a laugh, don't you?" he laughed heartily as he came over to Sam and held out his fist for him. "Let's show 'em what we're made of. First one to need to piss though has to... " Liam paused, deciding to give his friend a chance to come up with an appropriately deviant and unfortunate punishment for the first one to break. Then an idea too good to pass up came to mind, "run to the loo without their trousers."
Sam wasn't rocking back and forth for long, he'd only taken a sip of his tea when Liam came through the door. He smiled, glad to see that his friend approved of the pot, and fistbumped him, patting the desk next to him. "Oh definitely, I'm laughing with them." He appreciated that either the house elves had an amazing sense of humour, or took his instructions way too literally. He took another sip of his tea, and then immediately regretted it as Liam stated his challenged. His mind raced with possible punishments. Pissing out the classroom window... Nah, too messy, and mean to the possible people below... In the pot? Ew...
His eyes lit up. Of course! No trousers! The ultimate ultimatum. "Bring it on." He grinned devilishly and poured Liam a cup, "Catch up then!" Sam sat back and picked up his own cup, taking a seat and wriggling further back onto the desk to cross his legs and face his friend. "In the meantime, how've you been, man? School kicking your ass yet?" Maybe it was boring to talk about school, but since they lived there, it encompassed a hell of a lot of their lives and potential topics.
