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 MATHEUS DELGADO on May 23, 2019 12:36:55 GMT
Venturing into Hogsmeade to actually enjoy a drink was a rarity for Matheus, as he didn't often have two sickles to rub together... but thankfully, he'd won a bet on the last Quidditch game and as a result, he could finally buy himself a drink of firewhiskey for his of eighteenth birthday although it was two weeks in the past now.
Pushing his curls off his face, Matheus was the picture of confidence as he sauntered into The Hogs Head, a flirtatious expression on his face because yeah, whilst buying the firewhiskey was his main objective, getting shagged within an inch of his life in a bathroom stall would be a bloody good bonus. He was hoping that the bedroom eyes he was giving would help with that - after all, they were irresistible. Matheus looked goddamn fine, and he knew it.
Reaching the bar, Matheus had just opened his mouth to order a drink when a guy sitting nearby caught his attention. Forgoing his drink order for now, Matheus walked over and practically straddled the bar stool as he sat beside the guy. "Olá," he greeted the guy, sounding very much calm and collected. "You come here often? I can't remember seeing you here before and I know you definitely would have caught my eye."
This particular trip to Hogsmeade was to visit his littlest ... cousin-sister. Sister-cousin? Sisin? Couster? .... FLORA. She’d sounded rather excited in her owl to him and despite multiple rather convincing attempts to dissuade her from the visit, Pierre was secretly rather proud at her tenacious ability to pen him into a corner. He’d spent about an hour a lifetime listening to her jibber-jabber on about at least two Veela, some party with sloppy teen kissing and some Hufflepuff and truth be told, he’d tuned out about two sentences in. Thankfully the girl hadn’t quite registered his vacant his expression was... or perhaps, and more to the point, she didn’t care.
Anywho, Pierre had waved off the frightfully cheerful Selwyn sister with all the good wishes and blah fracking blah. Freedom from Flora came not a moment too soon, thankfully, as he watched a tall, dark and handsome stranger walk in just as Flora slipped out. Mon Dieu, Pierre exclaimed mentally undressing the man with each step he took closer to the bar. It was hard to swallow.: probably because his jaw had dropped just a little too low.
Pleasantly surprised as the stanger slid onto the bar stool beside him, Pierre’s appreciative blue eyes rolled over Matheus. ”Yo no hablo español,” Pierre replied, mistaking the olá for hola. ”But I’m pretty sure you could say anything to me and the answer would be a resounding oui Dieu!,” Pierre said with an indulgent grin slowly forming over his rather pointed features.
There was a flash of hands that signified to the barkeep that another two glasses were required ASAP but Pierre did not look away for a second. ”Men like you here, I have to say I’ll be frequenting more often,” the healer said with a grin as he reached for his cup that had magically (or not quite so much) refilled with chilled white wine. ”Whaf brought you here? Or did you see me send out the sexy man needed signal ... et voila!”
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jun 9, 2019 3:53:49 GMT
The very first words that fell from this handsome stranger's lips were not English, but instead Spanish. An easy grin sliding onto his lips and a twinkle in his eye, Matheus informed the guy cheekily, "Yo no hablo español either. Eu falo português. Portuguese." Then the guy surprised him by speaking French of all things and it wasn't hard to tell that he'd grown up speaking the language. "I like the way your tongue wraps around those words... I bet it's got lots of talents though, just like mine."
As the man ordered a drink from the barkeep, he was impressive in the fact that he didn't break eye contact and neither did Matheus. Instead, he quietly hoped that the drinks the man had ordered weren't too expensive and that the guy wasn't hoping he'd pay for both. He could only afford one, and firewhiskey was the cheap stuff. "Just thought I'd come see the sights. I wasn't disappointed," he said, throwing the guy a shameless wink. "A sexy man signal, huh? I'm happy to oblige, but I suggest looking in the mirror too. There's already a pretty sexy man already sitting here."
The sound of the foreign language on Matheus' lips sent chills down Pierre's spine, and his eyes slid over those handsome features as Matheus grinned. His own lips mirrored those of the teenager, "Portuguese. Even more exotique." He could tell by the delightful sunkissed tan that he wasn't a pasty native Englishman. And the muscles that rippled beneath the fabric, daring Pierre to reach out and just touch … "it's not just my tongue that's talented. But I'm intrigued, tell me more about this... talented tongue of yours?"Or better yet, show me.
"Salut," Pierre moved the extra glass of chilled white wine to his new friend with his free hand. He laughed as Matheus complimented him though and placed the glass on the top of the bar. "Oh trust me, I've enjoyed my own company often enough. Nothing beats making new friends though," Pierre said with a sly grin as he waited for Matheus to take his drink. There was something immensely delightful in watching the way the Adam's Apple slid down a throat as a man imbibed. It may have something to do with a certain act that he looked forward to watching sooner rather than later, hopefully. "So friend, you've travelled from Portugal to this lovely little town to … take in the sights? We really need to update your tourist map. I imagine yours is from circa 1150?" he was teasing, of course.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jun 11, 2019 3:57:55 GMT
This other man was staring at him, his gaze searching all over his features, and Matheus pushed his curls away from his dark eyes, taking advantage of the situation. If he was given the opportunity to show off, he'd take it and so naturally, he let the muscles in his bicep flex as he raked his fingers through hair. "I bet you have quite the mouth on you as well," Matheus said before feigning cheeky innocence as he tacked on, "for languages, that is."
Then the guy was asking him to tell him more about his tongue, and Matheus ducked his head so he was leaning close to the handsome stranger's ear. "My very talented tongue... has a very impressive resume, with a lot of great references. It's known for getting the job done," he said, voice low and raspy as he spoke, breath teasing the other man's ear. If he knew him better, he'd be sliding a daring hand onto the guy's thigh right now, venturing further and further upwards.
"I wouldn't mind joining you when you're enjoying your own company," Matheus continued to flirt, before the guy suddenly started talking about Portugal and him being a visitor. Immediately, Matheus started chuckling, shaking his head. "No, I... speak Portuguese. My mãe and pai..." His eyes darkened a little at the last name, annoyed at even the mention of his father, despite it being him bringing him up. "They moved from Brazil to Hogwarts when they were teenagers. I was raised in England, but we only spoke Portuguese at home, and so..." So he had an accent, not a strong one, but still a lilt to his voice nonetheless.
”Oui, for languages,” Pierre nodded slowly as his keen eyes watched the flex of Matheus’ muscles and the bounce of those curls about his face. ”Missing that errr - comment dites-vous en anglais? - gag reflex though. Might have had it when I was younger but this mouth ,” Pierre began, his grin widening to show all of his pearly whites quite clearly, ”is a great party trick.”
As Matheus leant in closer to him, the beat of Pierre’s heart began to race because Roo’s word he smelt good. The brush of breath on his lobe sent shivers rippling down Pierre’s nerves and his own tongue pressed tightly against the back of his teeth as Matheus declared just how good his mouth was. The man’s hand had travelled up Matheus’ arm slowly, planted at the base of his neck before a cough behind the bar reminded Pierre he couldn’t casually guide Matheus to the right spot right there. Oops.
Don’t think for a second that Pierre had missed that hand on his thigh. Nope, the healer didn’t even bother trying to hide his obvious excitement from it either. ”I guess I’m lucky I don’t check references. I’m more of a hands-on man myself,” Pierre returned, guiding Matheus’ hand with his own free one for a moment. ”And, as luck would have it, I was just about to enjoy my company before I met you, my friend. Who’s not from Portugal.”
Pierre let go of Matheus’ hand so that he could expertly fish out a galleon or two and put it heavily on the bar. ”Ah look, my key just arrived.”
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jun 22, 2019 15:04:31 GMT
Pierre's eyes were definitely something that caught Matheus' eyes and he wondered what they'd look like later, his lids hooded and pupils blown as his head was thrown back on a wall as Matheus kissed the juncture of his neck. He supposed he just had to find out. "Is it really a party trick if you're not the only one who can do it?" Matheus teased, throwing Pierre a wink as his eyes trailed down, down, down. Then, an innocent expression crossing his face, he suggested sweetly as he nodded towards the bathroom, "Maybe we can take turns? See who's the best at it?"
"About to enjoy your own company? In this bar? You'd get arrested for indecent exposure in a minute, being in such a public space..." Matheus said, amusement trickling into his voice once more. But then Pierre's hand was guiding his own and, well, Matheus was more than happy to lend him a hand if need be, hand sliding up even further as Pierre moved his away to pay. Thank Merlin.
"A key, huh?" Matheus tried not to sound impressed as Pierre mentioned it but... a room. That was a bit different than he was imagining. Definitely not a bad thing, But Matheus had thought for sure they'd be destined for a quickie in the bathroom. "Guess you better lead the way, show me what room that key unlocks."
The confidence in the young man was certainly beyond sexy. He could only imagine how easily those rippling biceps could lift him up, slam him against a wall annnnd Roo will not continue his R18 livestream fantasy as those of us old enough probably know where all that’s headed. ”Oh, you really think you can beat me, huh?” Pierre asked, his voice beginning to get a little husky with the desire that was building up inside. ”I’ll enjoy putting that cockiness to the test.”
Pierre’s brow arched as Matheus began talking about public indecency and he smirked, reaching up behind Matheus’ head to splay his fingers through those delicious curls. He could feel the hand that kept on its travels and Pierre brought those delicious lips straight to his in a very quick, heated kiss. A taste of what was to come, a sample, that Pierre was already enjoying beyond words.
When the key arrived in Pierre’s free hand, he nodded and let Matheus go. ”Mmm nope, you’re going to go up the stairs first because I want to enjoy the view of that fine arse of yours each and every step,” Pierre said as he sat back in his stool and grinned like the Cheshire Cat. ”Don’t worry, I’ll not let you stray far.”
Taking a moment to drink the last of his wine, Pierre slid off his stool and gestured for Matheus to get a move on.