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 ROSALIA CAPONE on Jun 11, 2019 7:21:32 GMT
Rosa was a bit hung over. She rubbed her temples a bit, a cigarette laying between her fingers as she inhaled the harsh, sweet release of the smoke. She closed her eyes, blowing it out a bit as she tapped off a bit of the ash. She didn't have classes, so she was finally able to take a break... And ignore the bright ass lights. She leaned against a tree as she stood, the bull shit of Felix... Pretty much over for her.
It wasn't that she hated him or didn't like him. It wasn't that she didn't care, but what the hell was she going to do? The boy... Made her feel like a complete fucking idiot, and frankly, she was quite certain she'd slap the shit out of him if she talked to him. Instead, she ignored him. Avoiding the problem would keep her from getting in a fight. While she was fairly good at keeping out of trouble these days (at least physical trouble), in fact, she was prefect. She gave the impression at least to the staff.
She heard someone coming, moving the cigarette to her side out of view just in case. However, she was pleasantly surprised by the sight of her sweet Grey. Well, maybe not sweet in general, but she adored him. "Hello gorgeous, " She smiled, going over and cradling his chin as she kissed him, " Lucky I ran into you, though, we really need to stop meeting like this. It's too damn cold for us to play out here, " She chuckled gently.
She handed him a box out from her pocket, " For you, lover, " She teased.
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Jun 15, 2019 12:40:05 GMT
Stumbling into the forest, Greyson was well past the point of tipsy, and he had ventured well into the 'completely off my fucking face' territory instead. He'd received a letter from his dad this morning, his real dad, saying how he'd heard all the news about the werewolves, how they were abomination, how he was disappointed of Grey not stepping up and getting rid of them like his dad had gotten rid of a problem group before in the war. It had pissed Greyson right off the whole damn day as a result because why the hell was he lecturing him like 'Uncle' Graham did? Screw the both of them.
A few metres into the forest, Greyson had just be about to slump down near a tree on his wildly unsteady feet when he came face to face with "Rosaliaaaa," he slurred, a smirk sliding onto his face as she cupped his chin before kissing him. With enthusiasm, he kissed her back, hands settling on her lower back. "Fuck, ever told you how damn hot you are? Stupid Bianchi doesn't know what he's missing out on. Beauty and goddamn brains. You'd make up for the lack of his." Was he making sense? Probably not.
Moving backwards and fumbling into his pocket, Greyson went searching for his packet of cigarettes with clumsy fingers, only just managing to pull them out in front of him before they slipped from his grasp onto the ground. "Shit," he swore, fingers moving to comb through his hair. His voice was barely a mumble as he spoke now. "Everything's gone to shit."
Post by ROSALIA CAPONE on Jun 19, 2019 13:29:02 GMT
Well, this was... Not good. It wasn't exactly a secret that they drank (at least among the other students) however, this was different. He was fucking wasted. She knew when he got like this it was usually do a reason, so she simply bid her time while she waited for drunk Greyson to come out with the problem. She chuckled a bit as he drug out her name, offering him a hand so that the two of them could sit down. " Come here, " She remarked, sitting on the ground, " I'll play with your hair, " She offered, leaving her lap open for him to relax if he so chose to.
"Yeah... Thanks, " She shook her head with a soft, gentle chuckle. She adored him, even when he was being a drunk pain in the ass. She knew the compliments and adoration were mostly a result of the intoxication, but she believed even drunk him was being a good friend. At least in the way they were friends. "I've mostly avoided him since the party, to be honest. I haven't talked to him since that little stunt he decided to pull."
She quirked a brow as she put the box in her pocket, deciding giving him something valuable while he was this intoxicated probably wasn't wise. It was probably the best decision she could've made, even with her still feeling the effects of her own indulgence. "Everything's gone to shit?" She remarked back, "What's wrong?" She furrowed her brow, ready to wage war if someone was fucking with him. Of course, she assumed it was family related as was most of her problems, really, but she never knew. He could have surprised her.
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Jun 26, 2019 14:38:35 GMT
At first, the hand Rosalia struck towards him was glared at, and her suggestion to play with his hair was met with a bit out, "I'm not some dog, Rosa. Don't need you to play with my hair. 'm not a puppy." But then he was hit with a wave of head spins, hard enough that it felt like at any moment he'd be knocked straight off his feet and onto his arse, and so he moved to sit down next to her anyway. Then after a moment's hesitation, he twisted so he was laying down instead, head landing in her lap. Drunk him didn't have much resolve but whatever.
Staring up at her with his head resting on her soft thighs, Greyson couldn't help but wonder... who in their right mind would treat somebody like her so crappily? It didn't make sense to him because out of all the chicks in Hogwarts, Rosa easily had the best attitude out of the lot of them. She was intelligent and well-spoken and could chew a mofo and spit them out in seconds if they dared to cross her. She was passionate, and there was this spark in her eyes that never dimmed, not even when she was facing a hard time. "Forget about him," Greyson said, words coming out slow and slurred. "He's just a little weak git. Deserves to be with some prissy thing who'll fawn over him and kiss his boo boos better and chase after him when he runs away."
"Bloody... everything, Rosa. My whole life is shit. It's a joke," Greyson told her, anger seeping into each word. If he could stand upright now, he'd be hitting a tree over and over again 'til his knuckles bruised and bled, reflecting the pain that he felt every damn day of his miserable life. "What's the hell is there to like? What's there to look forward to? Nothing."
Post by ROSALIA CAPONE on Jun 26, 2019 16:48:46 GMT
"Oh geez, " She rubbed her forehead as he slurred out how he wasn't a good dog, " That's fair. I wouldn't have to explain to a dog why that would be relaxing or how lucky you even are that I'm trying to relax you, " She retorted, shaking her head as him with her arms crossed over as he sat down next to her, only to sink onto her soft lap, "Are you quite certain, little puppy?" She grinned cheekily, gently massaging the boys head-- she certainly wouldn't make a habit of such things, but he was in a shit mood and she wanted to help him. "Not so bad..." He could be a bloody drunk drama queen, but he was her drunk drama queen.
"Well, to be honest..." She remarked with a soft huff rubbing her eyes a bit tired from all the drama of or, " It was nice to have someone treat me like... An actual lady and not just a hook up. Don't get me wrong, Hookups are hot and fun, but outside of you they're short and meaningless. I don't get much relief with them besides the quick satisfaction. You know he actually set up a whole bloody date? It was... Nice, actually. I thought i'd get bored, but I didn't. I guess I got too comfortable," She shrugged a bit because what was their to cling to? It was done. At least that was where her mind was as she played with his hair, " I'll remember to keep all of that in mind when deciding from my line of suitors, " She teased, gesturing to the empty, quiet, nothingness around them sarcastically.
She looked down at him, her eyes searching his for a real answer beyond what he gave her. She figured something specific triggered it, and he'd either share or he wouldn'tn but to be fair... His family was about as shit as hers was, so it didn't take much to get in these moods for either of them, " Greyson, " She remarked, looking down, " I know it's shit, but do no forget that you have me. At least we have something. And once we're done here? Fuck this place and these people. You and me can rob a bank and go live on a beach in a cushy home." She smirked A bit, stealing and living in solitude? In luxury? What else could anyone want.
"Yeah, so lucky you get to pat my hair. Are you going to call me a good boy too? Cause I gotta break it to you. Praise doesn't exactly do it for me," Greyson said, words coming out slower than usual. He had to admit though, despite all his objections, her playing with his hair actually felt soothing and made his eyes flutter close. "Calling me 'little puppy' is almost a written invitation to call you a bitch... you know, a dog's mother?" His words weren't said with venom this time, instead an amused smirk slid onto his lips as he waited for her to bite at the bait.
Rosalia was waxing poetic about Felix all of a sudden and Greyson didn't even try to hide his disdain. "He's ran away from you how many times? Bloody hell, just because he takes you out on a date and treats you like a 'lady' a few times doesn't mean he's mean he's good enough for you," Greyson said, shaking his head because how stupid. "Don't come bitching to me the next time he runs off from you. I've told you a few times now. You deserve better. I ain't dealing with shit I've warned you against." His words escaped his mouth a lot harsher this time, but he knew despite all his objections... if she came crying to him or wanting to get drunk or anything like that, he'd drop whatever he was doing in a heartbeat. He just didn't want to say that.
"Yeah, but what happens if you find someone who isn't a piece of shit to be your best friend, Rosa? What happens if I piss you off and you don't want to deal with me?" Greyson bit out, eyes rolling yet again. But then his voice dropped yet again to a much lower tone and he mumbled, raking his fingers over his face, "I really bloody doubt I'll make it out of here alive."
"Bullshit all you want, " She remarked back, " But I think I've become pretty in tune with what you'd like, " She smirked a bit, laughing gently as he made some smartass remarks back, " A bitch? Please. That isn't even in the top ten of the most creative names I've been called. Though, you as a dog? That would explain our choice in positions, " Of course, she was just being a smart ass as she smirked own at him, running her fingers through his hair as she smile a bit. The way he relaxed put her at ease. She was glad he could take a minute to actually enjoy himself with something. Even if it was small.
"None of it's fucking rational. It just... Felt good for a minute, " She shrugged. It had been different having someone who wanted to do more than get in her pants-- but that left her with an even bigger dilemma as he went on and on about her acting like an idiot (to which she was pretty convinced he wasn't wrong... But would she admit that? Nope). She even rolled her eyes a bit, " What the hell do you even mean I deserve better? What the hell is there to consider as better here?" It was almost a bit laughable for someone who was either just a fuck or not treated like an actual person. She shook off the question, not really getting into it-- especially when she knew he was drunk. She smirked a bit instead as he told her not to come crying to him, but said nothing.
She knew he was always there. Literally always there when she needed him, and it was vice verse for her. She knew she needed to hear a no, but did she completely believe the boy wouldn't rescue her? Eh, not really. Maybe one day he'd give up on her, but she didn't think he'd hit his threshold of her bullshit. Not yet.
She was getting a bit in her feelings knowing the boy really was there for her, so when it came out that he had some deep-rooted bullshit believing she could've found someone better she glared down at him, " Damn it, Grey, " She growled down at him, " Dont even say something stupid like that, " She remarked, adjusting so she could look down to him a bit. She'd been friends with him for years, so when he got like this she usually just called out the bullshit. She locked her eyes to his, a fiery glare, " I love you, you idiot. And don't ever forget it, " She growled down to him. Even if the insinuation that she would run off on him was mildly insulting, she understood it. His family was shit and so was hers, so they didn't exactly have great role models. For a moment her chest rose and fell as her brows kept furrowed in the silence, but... It didn't last long as she took one long breath.
She moved her lips down unexpectedly, kissing him with a tenderness she hadn't usually gave him. To be honest, it was... Alarming. She didn't ever kiss him with a legit feeling other than the two wanting to have a bit of fun. She stopped a bit abruptly, pursing her lips because, really, she wasn't up for some complicated bullshit with him tonight. One drunk problem at a time.
"Well, we could always take over my family legacy. You'd make a ruthless partner-in-crime, " She smirked a bit. She didn't openly tell anyone about her mob family (though rumors didn't exactly stop speculation). We actually told him the truth about it compared to people who gossiped. She could just imagine them running things, chuckling a bit at the mayhem that would ensue. "If anyone is making it out of this fucking place, it's you and me, Caro mio."
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Jul 10, 2019 14:21:32 GMT
"I can come up with more creative names if you want," Greyson mumbled, running a hand over his face yet again because he felt sick in the stomach, like he needed to throw up. But he couldn't exactly do that, could he? Rosa'd kill him if he did on her shoes. His momentary feeling of queasiness was put at bay however as she spoke about positions because, "Yeah, doggy style." Then he started giggling like that wasn't the joke she'd just made and all he'd done was just explain it.
"Felt good for a minute... yeah, that's what dudes say right before they knock some chick up. 'But it felt good.' Swear to Merlin, Rosa, if this dude puts a kid in you, I will punch him the hell out," Greyson insisted because a little Felix Bianchi running around? Every little snotrag was gross, but the idea of a mini Felix had him shuddering. Rosa asked what he meant by 'you deserve better' and Greyson's eyes narrowed because had she lost her damn mind? "I mean you deserve better. Merlin, Rosa. Anyone other than that tosser. Even... Wood or McCarthy or even bloody... Jun would be better."
"Love isn't enough though, is it Rosa? Love isn't about to stop me from doing something stupid, not if I want to do it enough," Greyson said, letting out a bitter laugh because hell, the sentiment was nice. Maybe he'd appreciate it if he was sober, but he was in that foul of a mood that he kept ranting and raving instead, venom in his voice. "'Sides it's bullshit anyway. Love. People think it solves stuff but it just makes things worse."
Suddenly, Rosa was pressing her lips against his. It was a contrast to the way they usually kissed, it was tender and soft as opposed to rough and needy, hands greedily taking what they wished from the other's body. It was sweet, a word he'd never use to describe either of them. But then it was over.
"Family legacy, hey? What exactly would we do with that?" Greyson asked, brows raising. Despite the rumours... it couldn't be worse than his, surely, with a Death Eater father, and mother who had gone up in flames with his siblings in a fire as a result of their 'legacy.' Just because they believed in keeping the world pure. In some ways, Greyson agreed with that. He didn't want to live in a world overrun by creatures, for example, and werewolves disgusted him to his core especially after what they'd done to his aunt. "Yeah, whatever, we'll make it out. We'll say that now. Let's see if you can still stand me in seventh year, hey?"