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!
Jonathan was walking around Hogsmeade, or one should say he was jogging as he went around the little town. The young man was hanging up what were for lack of a better word posters. Posters that were advertising the benefits of exercising, which were true, but not his goal. His goal was to find a buddy whether they be male or female to go running with, or have a spar, maybe even a yoga session for all he cared. He needed the exercise to move through the random bouts of panic that sometimes set in, also he found he talked easier when he was busy doing something physical.
That was the thought behind it, the fact that it made one more healthy than just waving one’s wand the entire time, even though it was easy was a side effect. Finally reaching the final stop, which was of course the Three broomsticks as it was easily the busiest part of town. That was the reason why the brunette had three posters on his person at the time. Putting on up directly next to the door and one on the sunny side of the establishment he smiled to himself.
Walking over to the shade side, or rather mostly shade side as it was only lit when the sun was further along the journey to the west of each day he picked his spot. Affixing the poster with magic he stepped back to look upon his work and as he did so he tripped over a cloak. He couldn’t figure out if it was his or the one of a stranger as he tumbled backwards. A bumpy road to recovery is what it was, figuratively and literally. ’’I’m sorry.’’
Post by JOSEPHINE JONES on Jun 30, 2019 21:07:48 GMT
A bumpy road to recovery
CAUSE WE ARE THE HELPLESS, SELFISH, ONE OF A KIND MILLENNIUM KIDS, THAT ALL WANNA DIE WALKING IN THE STREET WITH NO LIGHT INSIDE OUR EYES WE ARE THE WORTHLESS, CURSED WITH TOO MUCH TIME WE GET INTO TROUBLE AND LOSE OUR MINDS SOMETHING THAT I'VE HEARD A MILLION TIMES IN MY LIFE GENERATION WHY
hogsmeade so early in the morning was usually quiet, josephine bumped into very little people and that's the way she liked it, she liked quiet and peace, heavens knows her days at work were anything but clam, she was constantly on the go, shadowing other aurors, or doing paperwork for them, it was quite tedious. her parents had told her she needed to do something. sitting in doors all day was not an option anymore, especially when her parents nagged her so much, 'you need to exercise, you might pull a muscle', was one of her favourite things to be told. she wasn't unhealthy, but going to the gym three times a week clearly wasn't suitable, that's why josephine now started her mornings in hogsmeade. it prevented the nagging, especially from her mum, it was mostly empty, unlike the weekends which she tended to avoid unless seeing her siblings.
running was her chosen sport, she could run for miles, it was the one time when she was free, listening to her music, avoiding the world and being in her own happy bubble, something which she wished she wouldn't have to burst but she only had so much time in one day, a day which was meticulously planned, to suit her lifestyle, though she hadn't expected her bubble to be burst so quickly, around fifteen minutes into her light jog, she had bumped into something - or rather someone.
coming to a stop and taking out her earphones to hear what the man was saying, josephine wasn't sure why he was the one apologising. "Oh no, it's all my fault, I'm far too oblivious when I get in the zone."
Jonathan looked up from where he had fallen on his bum and saw a pretty blonde looking down at him, telling him that it was her fault as she was oblivious when she got into the zone. Which made Jonathan wonder what had gotten her into such a zone that it made one so oblivious. The only thing that did that to him was going about his daily routine of exercise for that matter. Running, or whatever other cardio workout it was that day. The reason why cardio did that was because it was more repetitive than most other things.
’’I still should have looked before stepping backwards.’’ Taking in her attire Jonathan couldn’t help but wonder if he had found a kindred spirit, without getting contacted about the posters he had put up. Noticing the earphones he knew she at least had some connection to muggles, whether it was blood or curiosity he couldn’t care less. ’’Forgive me for jumping to conclusions, but were you jogging by any chance? Also forgive my rudeness for not having introduced myself yet.’’ Standing up from the still slightly frozen ground the young man brushed off his own clothes. He was wearing his own running outfit accompanied by a winter cloak for as long as he would be putting up posters.
’’The name’s Jonathan young, I work at the Three Broomsticks. I don’t think I’ve seen you around much, I’m sure I’d remember you...’’ With that he realised he was suing techniques from work to get tips from customers, or sell some more Butterbeer he blushed and tried to make amends. ’’...Sorry work habits die hard. Though I wasn’t lying about not having seen you around much before.’’