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 EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Jun 26, 2019 11:09:56 GMT
The confusion on Evan’s slowly numbing face was real as Agnes inquired about his recent barber visit. He was both flattered and mildly embarrassed that she’d noticed. ”Tell me ‘bout it, i could almost swear I find at least six long red ones a day in my porridge,” Evan reached out for the long red locks of his friend and gently (or what he felt was gentle because great oogly moogly he couldn’t quite feel his finger tips hehehehehehiccup!) batted at a lock. ”Boing!”
Aggy was chirping on about something werewolf ministry and Evan was nodded very astutely as he knocked back another drink of punch with a, ”yep definitely I agree” as he eyed off that bowl of ketchup. It was so sloshy as he put his fingers in the middle, even gave it a little dippy-dip action just for funsies before he’d ultimately put it in his mouth and sucked his fingers rather thoroughly.
When Aggy started to tell him off though, Evan looped a big, broad tongue around his fingers and widened his eyes daringly at his little friend. ”Spoonshmoon Aggy look this stuff tastes delicious on my fingers - here try,” he’d dipped his fingers into the ketchup bowl once again then wiggled his fingers in front of Aggy. ”Go on. Stick it in. I double dare you,” Evan said with a devilish, drunken grin that he’d never be able to replicate again if he tried.
With his free hand he took one of the party sausages meant for dipping in the sauce and preoccupied himself with sucking it into his mouth ... and then pushing it back out with his tongue until it got just to the very edge of all-the-way-out before he sucked it in again. One of these times he had glanced away from Aggy and his blue eyes fell on Skylar. ”Skylarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Wanna try shuck my shawshedge?” he asked around the piece of meat in his lips. The boy must be hungry because he was definitely eye-balling Evan’s sausage. Yep.
The reaction from Liam was priceless! It was on the same level as that time she filled his gumboots with spaghetti when they were little and he'd stepped into them before he even realised. Sally had cackled for days after that and called him 'SpagFeet' for a solid month. Fighting hard not to crack a smile, Sally's face took on the picture of innocence as she said, "Guess all that practicing finally paid off then, huh?"
Then some of the older kids started singing Liam and Elena sitting in a tree and a laugh broke past Sally's lips. Instantly, she was bopping along to the song, clapping her hands in beat and wiggling her hips from side to side. "FIRST COMES LOVE! Yeah, that's right. So are you in luuuuurveeeee with her, Liam?" Sally sing-songed, still doing her little dance.
Then Elena spoke, not answering her question. But the look on her face totally mirrored the way their da looked at their ma. Sally was no expert on loooveee or crushes or any of that hanky panky business, but it was plain as day. It was the same as when somebody farted in a room and then tried to hide it. "Yeah, Liam. What are you? I want to knowww. Can't be telling everyone the wrong thing now, can I?"
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Jun 27, 2019 11:22:05 GMT
Evan looked like a lost puppy dog as he took in Aggy's comments about Hagrid and a haircut. She had just been about to help him out (no, really) when he came back with the fact that he found six long red hairs in his porridge every morning. "Okay, well. That's what you get for having porridge every bloody morning of your life," Aggy informed him, pulling a face at him because yuck, porridge. Then Evan was reaching out and batting at her hair immediately, the look on Aggy's face transformed disgusted to horrified because Merlin's beard, he really was wasted, wasn't it? "I'm not a... a... bludger, Evan, you can't just smack my hair."
Mid-rant about the importance of using a spoon like a civilised person and not acting like a caveman, Evan was licking at his fingers like he was paid to do it, then coating them in tomato sauce again and wiggling them in front of her face. Daring her to 'stick it in' and immediately, Aggy coughed, batting at his fingers. "Mate, I'm not sticking anything of yours in. Stick it in yourself," she told him with a snort before raising her cup to her lips, taking another sip.
Aggy had only just swallowed another mouthful of her drink down when suddenly, Evan had grabbed a sausage and stuffed in his gob... then pushed it out... then sucked it back in. "Practicing your skills for later, are you?" Aggy remarked innocently, before suddenly Evan was yelling at Skylar, inviting him to come suck his sausage. "Careful, Wood, I think Chucky over there might be looking to make you his bride. How do you feel about the colour white?"
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Post by SKYLAR REID on Jun 28, 2019 3:57:11 GMT
Oh, Merlin. Something about the spiked punch had removed any inhibitions to staring and fantasizing--not that Skylar had too many of those, as a fourteen-year-old boy, but usually he was able to stop himself from drooling quite like this. Not that he was drooling! In fact, his mouth seemed to have gone completely dry, because as if sucking on his fingers wasn't bad enough, Evan had taken one of the sausages and wrapped his lips around that as well, and time had slowed down so much for Skylar that he was pretty sure his blood was not really going to his brain anymore.
There was a part of him that registered that Evan was already standing by a girl, but this took an entire backseat to the fact that Evan had called over at him. And while one part of him wanted to blush madly at the realization that he'd been caught staring, another was trying to process the fact that it definitely sounded like Evan was coming on to him.
And he would be lying if he said that the whole talk of sucking wasn't doing things to him.
Skylar did not have nearly enough experience for this, but something made him grin and go over to the table to refill his punch, watching Evan all the way. He tried to look as smooth as he'd seen older students act. "Oh, I'm willing to try."
When a very beautiful half-veela comes and lures you into the Room of Requirement, you are obliged to go. Mark has never been invited to a party before, and it felt nice to finally be included. However, once inside the magic wore off, and Mark found himself standing in a crowd of drunken teenagers, a game of truth or dare and a very unfamiliar atmosphere of kids snogging in dark corners. He needed an anchor, so he quickly (almost as if he apparated himself there) jumped towards the punch bowl and poured himself a drink.
“What the…” He mumbled after having taken a sip.
Mark has never had alcohol before, and the punch was spiked with something that tasted different to him. It was not bad, and it made his head spinning slightly. He felt light headed, an unrecognizable smile played on his lips and he even laughed at a few funny situations that happened in the crowd. What was up with the sausage boy? Oh, the perks of being a wallflower!
With alcohol pulling his strings, Mark felt braver than usual. His true extravagant personality started to peek out from behind the introvert façade. He even found his fingers drumming to the rhythm of the music as he held his second glass with punch. Mark’s dark eyes landed on Alexander Greenaway. Probably the only person among many he cared to talk to.
“Err… Hi!” He said as he placed himself beside Alexander – an action he would never do if he was sober. “So, this is where the cool kids hang out?”
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Jul 26, 2019 5:14:21 GMT
"It's so softs and bouncy," Evan chuckled as the red locks of Agnes moved under his batting hands and he looked up to see the young witch's face contorted in horror. The boy smirked, boozy confidence giving him undeserved confidence as he leaned in towards his friend and whispered loudly, "careful Aggy, the wind might change and you'll get stuck like that." When she batted his saucy fingers away, Evan pouted and did as he was told - he stuck them in his mouth once more and licked the sauce away before he took another liberal drink of the spiked punch.
With the sausage in his mouth and the invitation to join in clearly being accepted by the red-headed Puff that was making his way over, Evan glanced at Agnes with a 'what the fuck you on about?' look before he turned a grin onto Skylar, past the sausage in his mouth. "Hewwo," Evan said as Skylar made his way over to him. Expertly Evan wobbled the sausage in his mouth, wriggling his brows at Skylar. "If you can shuck de shaushage from me thennnnn you win... shomeshing," Evan winked and put his hands out to Skylar, to bring him that little closer by the hips if Skylar allowed it.
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Jul 26, 2019 6:43:21 GMT
"Softs, Evan? Did all that booze go to your head? Did you forget how to speak properly? Maybe we need to drop into the library, find you a dictionary," Aggy teased, before her eyes followed his fingers. If she was tall enough, she'd pat his head for being good and listening to her. He'd definitely love if she did that.
Aggy ignored the questioning glance Evan gave her because that was funny. She was a bonafide comedian who deserved to be onstage alongside the likes of Jimmy Carr and Ricky Gervais. Taking a sip of her drink, she watched his exchange with Skylar. She was started to feel a bit... well, spinny to be honest but, "It's nice to see that teenage horndog-iness isn't just limited to males and females tonight. Stereotypes are a concept, tear them apart." With that, she gave the two boys a sweet smile and drank from her cup once more.
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Post by SKYLAR REID on Jul 30, 2019 16:18:11 GMT
Everything was getting warmer and warmer as Skylar moved closer to Evan, and he couldn't really blame it on the number of people in the room anymore. When the fifth-year girl pushed Evan's hand away, leaving him free to turn to Skylar, it would have taken the force of another person to drag him back. The girl, however, showed no sign of doing that. In fact, she seemed to be encouraging them, a grin on her face. That was--an unexpected development, seeing as they'd been touching each other before, but Skylar was not about to complain. Only proved that he'd been right that Evan was inviting him over for a reason.
And the truth was, Skylar was fourteen and drunk and had all of his remaining brainpower concentrated on Evan's lips--and, well, other parts of Evan as well. True, he had never gotten the chance to kiss a boy before, but was he about to ruin his chances by admitting that? Not likely. When Evan put his hand on Skylar's hip, it was all over. In a clumsy but swift motion, he took the invitation to suck the sausage, reaching up on tiptoes to wrap his lips around the food. Drawing it further into his mouth, he came closer and closer to Evan's lips, finally touching them.
Was it the spiked punch that was making his heart beat like that, or how hot Evan's lips were against his? Either way, there was no way he wanted to stop now. Regrets could come... later.