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!
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Dallas was buying his sister some gifts he could send her so she would feel better but shopping wasn't his thing and now he had a bag of goodies for Morgan but became in desperate need for a drink. He slipped the bartender some extra money to get him something extra strong and let out a small sigh as he waited for his drink.
These days life didn't go as planned. The Jones's were kind and tried to treat him like a son but he wasn't and he wouldn't feel like one either. Dallas was a monster and he would never hurt those people but it was so easy to slip into rage.. to take a step aside and wolf out.
Without the one person keeping him calm and his friends he was a ticking time bomb walking the streets.
Dallas nodded as he got his drink and sighed a bit as he took a sip. He really hoped today wouldn't be a bad day.
This particular day, Verandi was in an even more sour than usual. She'd apparated to several different spots high in the Scottish countryside and there was not an animal ensnared in one single trap of hers. Her cheeks were flushed with frustration, her boots muddied up to her mid calf and her cloak was drenched with the persistent wet in the air. Stray locks of her charmed brown hair were swept out of her light eyes as she took a stomp-like step into the bar. She was a small wolf girl, and the squelch of her muddy boots dampened out any sound that might have been registered by others any other day.
"Oi, get me a firewhiskey. Put it on the tab," Verandi barked her order at the bartender, who looked like they were about to protest - probably because they didn't like a werewolf owing the pub money. "Do you want me to find you in a dark alley on a full moon?" Verandi all but snarled as she took her place at the bar, next to some red-headed ... kid. "Where's your mummy, boy?" she asked Dallas, rather annoyed that they were clearly idiots that subjected the rest of the population to their progeny.
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Dallas scoffed, the woman who decided to sit beside him at the bar was just like any adult. He was about to tell her off for being such a bitch but the full moon comment made him wonder, was she like him? Why was she here if she was so open about what she was? He had protection for as much as he could get but this woman seemed fine to protect herself as well as seem not to give a damn.
"6 feet under." his response was cold and filled with rage. No one mentioned his parents in his face like he was some stupid child who shouldn't be here. His eyes moved slowly took look at her as he drank from his drink before putting the empty glass down.
"The name is Dallas not boy." he added and nodded at the bartender to fill his glass up again. He didn't know what she wanted from him but he had little patience for any bitchy comments coming his way.
"Easy with the claws, this guy is only doing his job."
"Six feet under huh?" Verandi's voice hardly hid her amusement. What a strange way to reply about your parent's death. The kid seemed to be devoid of emotion and Verandi could appreciate that. "Is your daddy there too then?" she asked as the bartender brought her drink and she downed it quickly. The whiskey burned her throat and she loved every single second of it.
"Dallas? I guess it's no great loss to the gene pool that your parents are dead," she said with a cruel smile. "With a stupid name like that, it'd have been better that they died before reproducing," Verandi leaned on the counter casually, watching the redhead with the attention of a skilled hunter.
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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A typical woman just wouldn't let go of the subject like he was an object of mockery to her. Sure she was probably used to treating people like trash but then again, trash always seemed to end up finding their own kind don't they? Dallas clenched his jaw as she mentioned his father and then continued on the parent spectrum.
"And what is your name hmmm?" he asked her and his rage was building up inside. "Let me guess you are the ugly step sister.. or was it the wicked bitch of the west?" he scoffed and glared her down.
"I suppose your parents regret producing you too otherwise they'd be some pretty fucked up idiots to let you walk around to horrify humanity." he grumbled and ordered another drink.
"Keep them out of your filthy mouth." Dallas didn't need this shit and downed his drink before getting another.
Verandi could just tell that she was stroking this kid the wrong way. If she gave two shits about him... well she'd still tell him he had a stupid name because it was the truth. If people couldn't handle that, they clearly still needed to suckle at their mother's tit. "Aw ye wee bairn, I didn't realise you were just as mentally challenged as your parents," Verandi let her blue eyes look the teenager up and down - he looked almost sexually mature in age, but he was talking about fairy tales. Such diminished capacity often ran in the pureblooded wizarding community, so it wasn't all that unusal. "I am the reason little boys like you run behind the skirts of your mammies," Verandi sneered. She was the big bad wolf of his fairy tales, except there was no wood-cutter to save the little girl who wandered too far into the woods.
Her rough nails, dirty from hard work, tapped against her empty shot glass as the village idiot attempted to hurt her feelings. Spoiler: she has none."Oh please stop your flirting, compliments will get you nowhere," Verandi said with a cruel laugh as Dallas said that she horrified humanity. "Tell me, did your mother top herself when she realised you couldn't count past ten?" she pushed, deciding that she'd hit a sore enough spot on the boy that she'd delve a little deeper and investigate the deaths of these parents with the cruelest possible insinuation.
Note: "top herself" is a colloquial term for suicide.
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Dallas's blood was boiling to the point of a nosebleed. He wiped the blood away faster than it came to view and made fists of his hands. It was really hard to stay calm without anyone to help him. He wasn't a calm person and goddamn this woman was making it very hard to stay calm. She kept bringing his mother up and treating him like a mere child and it was really making his bomb inside explode.
"Shut your filthy mouth." he warned her but she didn't listen. He knew she was doing it on purpose, taunting him to get his anger out but needless to say, it worked. Before he even thought twice about it he swung his fist in the direction of her face. His parents were killed, traumatized his siblings and his life was one giant mess.
His parents meant the world to him and his siblings and no one, not even this woman covered in dirt would be able to wash those memories away. She wouldn't be able to talk dirt about his parents and make it stick.
"You know nothing about me or my family you bitch." he growled at her, his muscles rolling as he got ready for a fight. Dallas was taller than her sure but that didn't mean a single thing. He was sure she was stronger than she seemed even though she looked like she lived in a box.
"You want a fight you got one. Come at me." he hit his own chest and spread his arms. He was not afraid to fight and he was not afraid of a woman.
If the teenaged wolf thought that Verandi missed the cues of his anger or that he was going to strike her then he'd clearly been dropped on the head as a baby. Still, she moved only just enough to keep her pretty face from getting smashed and she let out a rough laugh at the imbecile as he struck air. "Aw, did I say somethin' to offend ye wee bairn?" Verandi asked mockingly as she took a step back from the bar and narrowed her dark eyes at the boy. "Honestly if you're going to take a swing at someone you'd better hope that it lands," she warned as she whipped out her wand.
"Especially in these parts, where one nasty little spell will end you," Verandi growled. When she heard the bar keep give a warning growl, Verandi glanced their way. "Step outside - no one needs to see you lose to a girl in this humble establishment," the werewolf's tone was light and mocking as she gestured with her wand for the idiot to lead the way.
Dallas wasn't going to let some bitch act like he was a bratty child and treat him like such. Dallas was responsible for his own little pack at home. Sure they weren't a pack but they were family and he wasn't going to let them get hurt by anyone, especially this savage dog. His punch missed which was sadly a given, the woman was probably skilled as it was but when she cowardly took out her wand he scoffed and flipped her the bird.
"I'll go outside alright, but you are just a coward if you need your little wand to fight me." he said spitting at her feet before heading outside, walking backwards as he didn't trust turning his back on the bitch. "You can't beat me in a fair fight you piece of dirt. If you could you would've by now." he called out to her before heading into the evening air.
The wind brushed against his cheek but he waited for the bitch to come out of the bar. If she was here to recruit him she had another thing coming. He was going to get home to Artemis and his friends, she wasn't going to stop him from it. "Weak little shit." he grumbled and rolled his shoulder muscles.
Post by VERANDI FARLEY on Aug 29, 2019 7:45:46 GMT
A coward? Verandi let out a rough, cruel and taunting bark of a laugh as the rattled boy tried to make her feel bad about being a competent witch. "Oh I'm sorry, did I walk into a muggle establishment?" Verandi called out and a bunch of the patrons disagreed vehemently with her. The witch sneered, triumphant as the young man left the pub.
Grabbing her bag, the witch rolled her own shoulders and straightened the corset - it was a ritual more than anything, because it was so well fitting that there was little to no movement in the garment. "A fair fight between magical folk - I assume that's what you are, or are they just letting any kind of kid in off the streets these days? - requires a wand, not fisticuffs. We aren't four-year-olds after all," Verandi sighed dramatically and sheathed her wand.
The boy was far larger than her slight body. It should have intimidated the young woman but with avada kedavra off the table, there was little the puppy could do to her that Verandi could not undo shortly after. Coming fresh from her hunting expedition, her hands were wrapped in dragonhide gloves and her feet were nimble on the damp cobblestones outside. He had the upper hand in brute strength and size, but Verandi had speed and viciousness. She was not above fighting dirty.
"Babies first," she said, curling her fingers at him and flicking her brow up once.
