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 GREYSON AVERY on May 17, 2019 10:47:47 GMT
If you asked Greyson why and what he was exactly doing stumbling about in the sixth-floor corridors after curfew, he'd probably babble and make up some form of bullshit because he didn't know. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up here, but he didn't really care either because fuck it. He was here now, and he was gonna have some fun.
Withdrawing his flask from his bag, Grey took a long, deep swig of it before pulling out his pack of cigarettes... yes, even though they were inside, no window in sight, he wanted a goddamn smoke so he was going to have one. Nobody was about, or so he thought until he heard footsteps coming his way.
Instead of putting the smoke out, Greyson decided that it was time to have some fun and so leaning back against the wall, cigarette perched between his lips, he let out a long wolf-whistle. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! Hope you're hot," he hollered, brazenly.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 23, 2019 19:45:13 GMT
This was only Junaid’s second year at Hogwarts but he had memorized most of the school, secret passages aside. It was really helpful with the prefect rounds. The new Hufflepuff prefect wanted to do his job well. This was his chance to repay the school for all they did for him. With that mindset he parted from the Slytherin he was doing rounds with and went for the upper half of the castle. Wandering around alone in a dark castle was quite scary but he had to be brave!
Surprisingly it didn’t take him very long to find a hiding student. He arched an eyebrow at the boy’s comment as he came closer. “I’m actually quite cold,” he replied and tightened his robes around his chest. Britain got cold very soon. “Do you feel hot? Perhaps you’re ill?” He knelt down to feel the boy’s temperature. Wanting to make sure he was okay before he’d start scolding him. Unlike most Hogwarts students he wasn’t too shocked with the smoking. In his country the shisha was quite popular among men. Young, old, rich and poor. The alcohol scent however made his stomach turn. That was definitely haram. “You don’t seem to have a fever,” he sighed in relief.
Now he stood up and made himself tall. “Are you even trying to stay out of trouble?” Jun shook his head and took his wand. With it he numbed the cigarette and he acciod the flask from the boy’s hand. “This, no,” he said pointing at the flask. “And no smoking inside, especially not at this hour. What were you thinking?” GREYSON AVERY,
When Greyson saw who it was, Jun, the ickle goody two shoes Hufflepuff boy who scored prefect this year, he smirked because oh yeah. He could definitely have fun with him, especially as Jun replied that he was cold not hot. "Shame, you look like you're pretty hot to me," he said innocently, watching with amusement as Jun decided to feel his forehead and take his temperature of all bloody things. Why were Hufflepuffs so stupid? Reaching up, Greyson's fingers circled the boy's wrist and he tugged Jun's hand down to his flask. "I don't mind sharing, do you?"
But then Jun was standing up and Greyson groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. Here came the bloody goddamn lecture, Merlin's beard. "What's the point of staying outta trouble? Sounds boring, and boredom makes me wanna avada kedavra myself," Greyson bit out, eyes rolling. "I'm not some bitch ass Hufflepuff, studying doesn't get my rocks off."
Then Jun took his cigarette and his flask and immediately, Greyson was scrambling to his feet, eyes narrowed. "What, so smoking's allowed any other hours then?" he said with a snort, reaching out to snatch the flask right out of Jun's hand. He was protective over his booze and if need be, he'd come to blows about it too. It was his personal property after all, not this prats.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 28, 2019 10:03:00 GMT
The Hufflepuff prefect frowned in confusion. He didn’t understand what this Gryffindor was saying. Jun was sure he could decide for himself if he felt warm or cold. “I don’t understand what you mean. I’m from a warm country. The British climate is humid and cold compared to what I’m used to,” he explained why it was unreasonable for him to feel hot right now. During winters he would wrap himself in as many blankets as he could else he couldn’t sleep. Junaid gasped and looked at the younger male with big surprised eyes when he felt fingers wrap around his wrist. Just what…? He wanted to think of this action as rude. However, his throat had slammed shut and he was unable to get any noise out of it. Why was that? His grey eyes shot to the pair of the misbehaving Gryffindor. Okay now he was starting to feel warm, especially on his cheeks. He quickly looked away to the flask the boy was referring too. There was a high chance it contained alcohol. “That’s haram. I need to keep my mind clear for Allah at all times,” he shook his head. His eyes narrowed. “You’re too young by this country standards, you shouldn’t have any either,” he told the boy.
The Hufflepuff watched the other boy as he groaned and leaned against the wall. Come to think of it… Wasn’t this his roommate Gabriel’s brother? They looked nothing like each other. He listened to what he had to say. His eyes softened, and a gentle smile appeared. Scolding didn’t help with these types of people. Jun sat down next to the Gryffindor and looked at him sideways. “I don’t study to get my rocks off. Whatever that means,” he paused before continuing. “I study to get my rocks build into a house. I lost everything when I came to this country. I have nothing and will have to work hard to make a life here,” he explained himself. Jun had been given a second chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. Besides he wanted to get out of that refuge house as soon as possible. If he stayed much longer he risked his life now the video had spread.
“May I ask something?” Junaid paused, waiting for a response. Meanwhile he took the time to formulate the question in his head. But the result was unsuccessful. “Why do you hate yourself?” There must be a reason for this kind of self-destructive behavior. Maybe he could help, if just a little.
Holding the flask above his head, Jun made use of their age and thus height difference. “Sorry I cannot give this back,” he told the boy. When Avery asked about smoking, Jun suddenly realized there was a slight cultural difference. Oh right he had read the handout. “Oh… Sorry. For me it has been quite normal to go to a shisha lounge with friends. This country has no such thing. I forgot. My apologies.”
Post by GREYSON AVERY on May 28, 2019 11:22:20 GMT
When the Hufflepuff boy continued to be confused, Grey was seriously bewildered until it clicked. Right, dude transferred the last few years. Maybe English wasn't his first language? No matter. Looking into Jun's eyes with his own hazy, very drunk ones, Greyson decided to make it abundantly clear and spell it out for the poor guy. "You're attractive or handsome or however the hell you wanna say it," he said bluntly. "Like, for a dude, you're hot. People would snog you in an instant. Hell, people'd wanna pop that very obvious cherry in an instant too."
"All - who the fuck is Allah? Dude sounds like a control freak if you ask me," Greyson said as Jun started raving about harem's and shit. He had no clue what he was carrying on about, especially having been raised in the wizarding world. 'You're too young' came out of the guy's mouth a minute later and immediately, Greyson let out an abrasive snort. Right. "What are you gonna do? Notify Azkaban, ask if I can live in the cell next to my dad and get my soul sucked out too? News flash, they don't lock kids up for drinking and even if they did, they should have arrested me years ago." He'd started his self-destructive path when he was only twelve years old, something that tended to horrify most but really... that had been the point at the time. Still was the point, though people were most used to his shit by now.
The words that flowed out of Jun's mouth next had Greyson frowning because he lost everything? What did that even mean? "Well, good luck to you. Hope your life doesn't turn to shit again," he said shortly, because sympathy wasn't exactly his strong suit and nor was offering good advice. The best he gave was offering someone alcohol, and Jun the good ickle prefect had that in his hot little hands right now. Then Jun was asking why he hated himself and immediately, Greyson's eyes narrowed. If he were sober, he'd have told the kid to go up himself. But he wasn't sober and immediately, he bit out, "What the hell is there to like? Not a goddamn thing. Weren't for my brother, I wouldn't even bloody be here right now. I'd be six foot under and everyone would be sighing in relief 'cause they don't have to deal with my shit anymore."
'I cannot give this back' immediately had Greyson stepping forward, right into Jun's personal space, and settling his hands on Jun's shoulders, he gave the kid a firm push so his back was up against the wall. Then so he couldn't escape, Greyson immediately pushed up against him, blocking the guy in with his entire body, his hands moving onto Jun's waist just above his pockets so the Hufflepuff couldn't reach for his wand. Then looking him dead in the eye, Greyson's brows raised. "Now, I dunno 'bout you, but I can stand here all night. Up to you," he said, voice full of challenge as he waited for Jun to make his move.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Jun 2, 2019 12:47:29 GMT
“Ohh. Aha!” Junaid took mental note of what the being hot means. Everyday he learned something new. The Hufflepuff didn’t quite know what to do with the information. So all the Gryffindor got for him in reply to that was an awkward look. Not sure if he should thank the guy or return a compliment. His grey eyes lit up when cherries were mentioned. Although he had no idea what snogging meant. “I love cherries! How did you know? Citrus fruits are also very nice,” he said, allowing himself to get distracted from his prefect task by food.
Not many people of the British wizarding community knew about his religion. So Jun didn’t expect Greyson to know either. He didn’t mind explaining even if for some reason he felt slightly uncomfortable discussing his religion in this country. “Allah is not a person. He is everything and everywhere. At least that is what I believe,” he told the other boy. The reaction he got from this boy saddened him. What happened to this poor guy to have such a bad view on authorial figures. “Of course not,” he replied to Greyson’s cynical humor with a deadpan look on his face. “I didn’t accept this badge to punish people. I want to help people,” he explained his reasons.
“Thanks. I’m going to do my best to make sure everything goes well this time,” he said with a determined Slytherin like ambition in his eyes. All Jun had to do this time was not give in to strange sensations and desires. Because he knew he wouldn’t get a third chance. “It’s not too late for you either,” he told the guy, hoping to inspire him. There was still so much time to change and develop. Junaid always tried to be optimistic. The moment Greyson’s eyes narrowed, Jun knew he hit a spot he shouldn’t have. But he stood strong, willing to face the outcome. What he got shocked him. He felt for a guy he never really talked to aside from class projects (which usually ended in an annoyance between the easy going Greyson and the hard working Junaid).
The Hufflepuff frowned. What is there to like? “I don’t know you well enough to answer that. But your brother seems to love you a lot. I share a room with him,” he told the Gryffindor. Then suddenly an idea popped into his head. Sparkles filled his grey eyes and without thinking twice he placed a hand on Greyson’s. “Oh! I’ll stick around you until I’ve convinced you otherwise,” he said enthusiastically. Nobody was able to talk this idea out of his head now. He’d be Grey’s friend whether the Gryffindor liked it or not.
So far he was having the upperhand in this situation but the tables turned when Greyson stepped forward. A force pushed him back which startled the Hufflepuff. When the wall slammed into his back, he looked at the other guy. “Just what-” Junaid wanted to make the Gryffindor regret this but something stopped him. The prefect froze on the spot. A small panicked gasp escaped his lips when the other boy pushed against him. A shiver ran through his body. One he was very familiar with and always was trying to fight. It had been almost two years since he last acted on it. His life fell apart due to it. So no more. No more sinful thoughts or acts. While he tried to keep his mind strong, his body didn’t agree with him. Junaid whimpered. Why did he like this? Perhaps he was as filthy as people thought he was.
“S-stop this,” he begged with a trembling voice. Avoiding eye contact at all cost was the only thing left he could do. When hands started moving to his waist, Junaid squirmed back. The wall was preventing him from escaping. His cheeks were flustered and he hoped the Gryffindor wouldn't notice. “You’re making a huge mistake,” he tried to be tougher than he was now. No, he couldn’t give in. He had to bring the flask to Professor O’Connor.
Whilst usually somebody being as dumb as a door nail would be cause for Greyson to call them an idiot, instead this guy amused him as he rambled on about fruits of all damn things. "Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue, then? Since you like them so much," he asked with a smirk. "That would definitely be an impressive skill."
"So it's like your... uh... it's like the Ministry? They're always watching you? Sounds like a big creeper. Hope he doesn't try and visit your dorms in the middle of the night," Greyson said, face twisting up in distaste because screw that. His eyebrows nearly crawled up into his hairline at Jun's next words because the dude's sense of humour seemed to be non existent. "Help people? What, by dobbing on them and getting them shoved into detention and thinking that's gonna teach them a lesson? By docking house points? 'Cause that's all you do. You're not a freaking therapist, you're not helping them deal with what's causing them to act the hell out. You're just playing professor and punishing them."
"Sharing a room with him means jackshit. Not like he has a framed photo of me or anything so I dunno how you'd know he loves me," Greyson told him with an abrasive snort. Whilst he considered Gabe to be close to him, closer than anyone in the world, he knew his brother didn't gush about how much he loved him. He was a little bitch but not that much of one.
Greyson's brows raised once more as suddenly the Hufflepuff was touching him and... well, wasn't that something? "If you want to hold my hand, man, you're goin' about it the wrong way." Not that he'd hold hands with anyone really. Too fluffy and Hufflepuffish. Not gritty and dirty and quick like he liked his 'romances' to be. Then... the guy suggested 'sticking around' him. Like it was the best idea ever. "Yeah, maybe we can smoke gillyweed and I'll give you a tattoo and everything. Sounds like the best fun ever. Sure you'll stick around for ages after that," he said dryly.
It was like as soon as he was pinned against the wall, Jun's entire attitude changed. The other boy shivered and whimpered and Greyson could definitely feel that the boy wasn't hating this but... as soon as he caught a glimpse of his the boy's face, he backed off. That wasn't... Greyson may have been a Grade A Asshole, but the expression on Jun's was screaming 'no' and he was begging him to stop. So Greyson did, moving back a good few metres to rest against the opposite wall. "I ain't sayin' sorry but if I knew you were gay, I wouldn't have done that, man," he muttered in Jun's direction.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Jun 12, 2019 9:52:27 GMT
Junaid blinked at the question. Tying cherry stems? Did they do that in the UK? Jun usually only stuck the cherry in his mouth and pulled it off. “I don’t know, I never tried it,” he replied, still blinking in wonder. The Hufflepuff made a mental reminder to himself to check next time he had cherries. Impressing people was one way to make people listen. If he could impress Greyson with tying a cherry stem, it was worth trying. “Can you do it?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No Allah is nothing like the ministry. Allah is everything and everywhere. An almighty being. He also watches over you,” he tried to explain. His faith made him a better person. Junaid had a big chance of being a spoiled brat if it weren’t for it. Being the only son from a wealthy family with lots of sisters who also adored him could do stuff to your ego. His faith kept him humble and it taught him never to judge others. Perhaps the whole trauma was a lesson to teach him humbleness. Before he was slightly arrogant, and he was certain he could take on the world. Jun sighed and shook his head. “It’s showing students that there are consequences for breaking the law. We rather have people learn now than when they’re adults. Um… It might not be the best method, but I will do what they ask from me to repay all they did for me.”
“We talk… And when he talks about you I see that shimmer in his eyes. I know it is real and you know it too. He might not say the words, but his expression says a lot,” he told the Gryffindor, convinced of what he had seen. Why was it that this guy didn’t allow people to care for him? Had he also done something unforgivable? Jun had to remind Grey that it wasn’t too late for him to be the person he wanted to be.
“I uh..? Is this the wrong way?” Now was this guy going to tell him this was also a cultural difference? It seemed odd. Then the words sunk in. A red colour crept on his face and he pulled back, hitting the guy on his hand. “D-don’t make things dirty, idiot!” Why did Greyson had to turn a friendly gesture into something sexual. British people were weird. “Ah…. I-I’m not sure about tattoos… I could show you my shisha? I haven’t smoked from it since I came to this country,” he offered the guy. Jun was willing to share his culture but he soon realized that smoking wasn’t normal for British teens. “Oh! Do you like quidditch? I used to play for my school’s team.” He tried to search for things they could do together.
After hearing a specific word, the kind and friendly expression on his face froze. Slowly it was replaced by something cold and stern. It triggered his defense mechanism. Because no matter which language whenever he heard it punches followed soon after. “I’m not gay,” he bit towards the guy, his grey eyes turned into a sharp frown. “I won’t let you insult me. Come, I’ll take you to the hospital wing for a sober up potion and then I’ll bring you to your dorm.” He was done with this conversation now. His mood had been spoiled. Jun had considered letting the guy off with a warning but he changed his mind. GREYSON AVERY,
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Jun 16, 2019 13:24:30 GMT
'I've never tried it' accompanied by the wondrous expression on Jun's face made Greyson bark out a laugh yet again because of cause he hadn't. This kid screamed virgin on a whole other level. Greyson would bet a thousand sickles that he didn't even look at his roommates when they got changed or checked out a hot girl's behind. It was probably too risque for him. "Of course I can," Greyson said, a smirk on his lips. "I'm an expert at using my tongue."
"You sound like you've been brainwashed by this dude," Greyson informed Jun bluntly, still not really getting what the big deal was about this guy. But then again, being raised in the wizarding world and having no exposure to the muggle world, he didn't exactly a wealth of knowledge of these 'almighty beings' or understand the worship Jun held for this particular one. "Yeah, but the reality is that not coming to class on time or a job on time as adult won't land your arse in Azkaban. Neither will speaking over a Professor in class, or breaking a curfew."
"Yeah, I bet his expression says he's a sissy little girl," Greyson muttered, looking away from Jun and the tender expression on his face. "Things dirty? What the - holding hands isn't dirty, for one, and I was joking, for two," Greyson said immediately, snorting because was this guy for real? Holy crap. He really was a Hufflepuff on a whole different level. Then Jun was offering to show him his 'shisha' and mentioned smoking and Greyson's eyebrows raised immediately, almost straight into his hairline. "Yeah, man. I'd be keen to see your 'shisha.' Could play a game afterwards too."
Greyson wasn't blind or deaf, and he could tell the different between Jun's body language and tone of voice immediately. It was cold, sharp and unimpressed, like Greyson had slapped him fair across the cheek instead of saying, 'if I knew you were gay, I wouldn't have done that, man.' It was pretty damn clear that something had happened in his life to take such offense to something that wasn't even a big deal. "I wasn't goddamn insulting you, dickhead - and that is an insult, by the way," Greyson said, eyes rolling. He didn't believe that Jun was straight for a minute, not after feeling what he'd felt pressed up against him, but he let the subject drop. If he wanted to be a repressed prat, then so be it. At Jun's suggestion of going to the dorms, Greyson shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. Let's go before I pass out in the halls." With that, Greyson took off, not sparing a glance to check if Jun was following behind him.
