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!
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Edmund was seated at the slytherin table with his eyes on the books in front of him. His bright blue eyes just stared at the math as he checked his other books for the right measurements. He was all caught up on homework and he honestly didn't want to give a damn about what his brother's friends would want him to do, he just wanted to work on his experiment.
The boy let out a sigh and grunted when some jock bumped into him like he decided that walking inches closer to the boy's body was a better idea. Edmund looked up with an irritated expression and every single word in his mind seemed to be a bad decision in comparison of every single muscle on the other boy.
Then again of course they all had the same amount of muscles but Edmund wasn't going to convince himself that the strength he had physically was also the same because it sure as hell wasn't.
Edmund just rolled his eyes and turned back to his books ignoring their laughter.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jun 21, 2019 8:46:37 GMT
Walking into the Great Hall with a skip in her step, Vi was well aware that she probably looked a bit bonkers in her pair of paint-splattered overalls and her blonde hair half-tied up out of her face but she didn't care one bit because all morning, she had been working on her latest and greatest painting, and she wasn't about to change out of her overalls just to eat lunch and get other clothes dirty. What was the point in that? Besides, the splattered paint was dry, it wasn't like she'd get paint everywhere.
Humming as she considered where to sit, Vi span in a circle, until suddenly she spied her little brother. Well, one of them, and she knew instantly that it was Edmund. They may have tried to fool her every now and then, but she could tell Ezra and Edmund apart like nobody else could. There was no pulling the wool over her eyes, no siree!
As soon as Vi looked a bit closer and saw a bunch of boys pointing and giggling at Edmund, she made her decision. Waltzing over to the table, she shot the bunch of boys a look and said loudly, "Super duper sad you're a bunch of fourth years picking on a second year, especially considering that you, Corner, couldn't even cast a leviosa in class the other day."
The giggles stopped immediately and turning around, Vi wrapped an arm around her brother's side, giving him a squeeze. "Hey Eddy Edster, whatcha doing? Looks super duper hard! Good thing you've got such a big brain that noggin' of yours!"
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Edmund didn't bother with bullies but obviously his older sister did. He had watched her come to his table like she walked in slow motion. The paint and her clothes.. it made shivers go down his spine like crazy. How he wished he could give her an emergency shower right there and then. His wide blue eyes watched her tell off the bullies, of course she knew them being in the same year.
After that Edmund's slow motion mind watched her approach him and hug him with one arm. What if there was paint on his clothes now?! Edmund quickly checked his shirt and then his sister. "Y-you don't look clean." he said and tried to calm his OCD heart.
"I mean, why didn't you shower before coming down here?" he asked in a way nicer and more charming tone than he used before. The blonde boy loved his sister but why did she have to be dirty? "I am studying dark matter and whether or not it's more relevant than string theory." he said and gave her a small smile. He did love his science.
"How did your painting session go? Did you start using yourself as a canvas?" he asked as he handed her a cup of juice.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jun 23, 2019 8:52:35 GMT
Edmund, the cleanest person - no, not just cleanest twelve year old - she knew was instantly on high alert, looking down and checking his shirt. "It's a bit of paint. No germy germs in sight," Vi said with a laugh, shrugging. "'Sides, it's dry. Not a speck of paint on that pristine little shirt of yours, Eddie!"
"Ed, I'm not Ezra. I'm not stinky," Vi said, poking out her tongue. What a duffer, thinking she needed to shower. "I'm not finished anyway, so why do I need to shower right now? I don't want to waste water, and I'm just gonna get dirty again anyways!"
"Dark matter and... string theory. Okie dokes! Merlin, maybe you should have been a Ravenclaw, not me," Vi teased, giving Edmund a little poke in the site. "My painting is grand! I've still got heaps more to do... and no, silly, I just got into it. Inspired. My brush moved with the utmost passion over the canvas, and I was caught in the moment. So much muse."
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Edmund loved his sister he really did but the hygiene was very much important as anything else. She needed to know that right? The boy looked at Viola and made a face as she told him the paint was dry and his shirt would be just fine. It better be, he liked this shirt. Edmund just gave her one of his charming smiles and laughed a bit. "Fair point! Ezra needs more showers, it would really do well for him." he said and nodded a bit.
Why would she need to shower? The six million reasons Edmund was listing in his mind wouldn't be enough for Viola would they? He just tried to stay calm and shook his head. "It's a castle, there is a lot of water." he told her and poked her side a bit.
"I would have preferred Ravenclaw surely if it was only because I am sleeping in a dungeon dear sister." he said and shivered a bit. "Why am I sleeping in a dungeon?" he didn't understand and he probably never would.
"Do they think I'm evil with a pet cat on my lap?" it was a reference to the typical cartoon villains.
"Did you ask mum for new paint? I still have to ask for a new hourglass." he said and eyed her. "You might save some paint by not splatting it on yourself Vivi."
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 3, 2019 11:56:36 GMT
"He smells like boy. Teenage boy. I like them as much as the next person - well, not the next person coz not everyone likes boys - but boys don't always smell the best. Unless they shower five times a day," Vi joked, giving Ed a tiny prod on his side once more.
"Yeah, but what about all my timey wimey time? Time is money! Or... muse, cause I don't get paid for... anything, really!" she said with a very certain nod. It'd be grand if she did, she could buy new paint supplies and the such, but it seemed more like a 'future' thing.
"The Ravenclaw tower gets awfully chilly up there in winter though! All the whooshy wind and the... icy air and... stuff," she said, waving her hands exuberantly as she tried to paint a picture of what it was like for her brother... and she was failing at it, rather miserably. Eyes lighting up with mischief, she teased Edmund, "Maybe they think all snakeys belong in the dungeons cause it's cold and stuff like your heart."
"Do... you have a pet cat?" Vi asked, utterly bewildered and not quite catching the reference Ed was hinting at. Then she shook her head because, "Nope! I don't need new paint and the splattering is an important part of my artistic process, silly billy! Don't doubt the process. It works. That's why it's a process."
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Being in this school you had to deal with every single stereotype possible. It was very common it seemed to be stereotyped as a bad person because being in Slytherin seemed to create bad people. Edmund for one knew that must be logic coming from lesser minds because being in a certain place because of what a hat told about you doesn't define you.
"Teenage boys need to learn how to use soap." he protested with the smallest of pouts because he truly didn't like his brother being smelly. Edmund showered four times a day and he just gave his sister his cute as buttons pout.
"Time should be used for education Vivi." he reminded her and looked around. "Maybe you should sell some." he suggested. Lots of artists get famous after selling their paintings, then again so did they when they died but he wasn't just going to tell his sister to die! "Lots of artists seem to get attention when they're dead.. why would that be the case?" he asked and shrugged.
"Oh remember that painter that cut off his ear?" he asked her and shrugged. "I am sure he had his reasons though it does prove that he wasn't very wise." he said and shrugged. He then watched her explain about the Ravenclaw tower and the wind.
Truth be told she looked like a flamingo on ritalin but Edmund wasn't going to say that out loud either. He gasped as if she stabbed him when she suggested he had a cold heart. "Vivi you know that is impossible." he said and pouted more.
"No mum didn't get me a cat yet.. I asked but she said I wouldn't be able to handle a cat." he said and shrugged his shoulders. "It was actually a villain description from comic books and tv series." he added and eyed Viola. "Why don't you draw for comic books?" now that would be interesting.
"How is process work?" he didn't understand. Sure there was a process in science but that wasn't work.. that was people's lack of being able to identify equasions and the right math.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 20, 2019 11:27:11 GMT
Vi nodded enthusiastically in agreement to her brother protesting that teenage boys needed to learn how to use soap because yes! Yes, they did. Bunch of smelly wellies, the lot of them! Except for... "Gosh, Ed, you may be an itty bitty bit pedantic about your whole... washing yourself like twenty thousand times a day, but I'd rather that than you stinking up the place, I guess!"
"Aha! You just said that time should be used for showering, now education. Make up your mind, Eddie!" Vi said, wiggling her finger at him before bopping the tip of his nose. Then she shrugged at his suggestion of selling painting, before gasping. "Maybeeee we should totally fake my death! Then people'd buy my paintings and I'd become super duper famous and - gosh, that's just a fab idea. Is there a potion that'd help me do that?" When Ed brought up Van Gogh, Vi crinkled up her nose at the though because what did he think she was going to do? Lop of her ear?! Gosh, no. "I need my ears for music, silly! I can't just whack it off!
Ed's indignation about Vi's accusation that he may have a cold heart had the blonde bursting out into giggles, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and giving him a little squeeze. "I dunno... people say that snakey wakes are cold-blooded, right? Maybe that's why they put you in the house," she teased, sticking her tongue out a teensy bit at him.
"She was probably worried you'd examine the cat for science," Vi said, pulling a face at the thought because gross. Totally gross. His suggestion she draw for comic books had her shaking her head. "I don't do that kinda painting, Ed. I like... surrealism, more than anything. Not very comic booky." She loved painting things that you didn't see in real life, using every single bit of her creativity to create... well, to create an alternative slice of reality. It was whacky, just like she was, and she adored it.
"Umm..." Ed's question of how he process worked had Vi pausing, tapping her chin in thought before declaring, "I guess you just kinda gotta get in the moment! I paint best when I'm completely focused on painting, I get lost in it in a way. Nothing else really matters, except what I'm doing. That's my thought process!"
