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
It was soon to be Christmas which meant the spouses and relatives were coming over. Mainly the Young's and Dallas's siblings but still before that storm came, there had to be a night for just the five of them to enjoy and be a little family before the whole shebang showed up on their doorstep. Dallas had been cutting firewood for their small campfire while he knew the girls were probably working on the food.
Dallas swung the axe around a bit now he was by himself and smiled as he started chopping some more wood for the fire. "How is the fire coming along?" he asked to the people behind him as he kept on chopping. It never hurt to have some spare wood now does it?
Mara was in the kitchen, her eyes were on the snacks they were preparing and poked Artemis's side a little with a smirk. "Don't eat all the marshmallows before we roast them you silly rabbit." she teased and emptied the bags in a bowl for more easy access to the marshmallows.
Having a campfire in the winter wasn’t something Peter expected to have, but he wasn’t going to turn it down. The cabin was about to be packed with more people when Christmas came around, and with Peter’s PTSD, he wasn’t looking forward to it. He hated crowds, but he was going to respect that the Reid’s had planned this long before he and Mara showed up at the cabin. He wasn’t going to deny the siblings some bonding, knowing that they needed it. Perhaps he can find a way to sneak home to see his father but in the end, he decided against it. Last thing he needed was for his family to be in danger because of him. Maybe he’ll write an owl for them, and hope it gets there before the holiday.
Peter was outside, working on getting the fire to stay lit, listening to Dallas work on chopping the wood. The young male had a struggle for a moment, but he had managed to get it to get it big enough for the five of them. ”It’s good. Might need to have at least one more piece of wood in it.” he said, smiling a bit as he dusted off his hands. ”Want me to take over?” he asked, watching his friend. Last time he had an ax, he almost beheaded his friend during an episode.
Meanwhile back inside, Artie had been working in the kitchen with Mara even when she wanted to hide in the bathroom for the remainder of the winter. The female never experienced a stomach bug this bad, and wondered what else it could be. She couldn’t be pregnant. There was no way.
When Mara had spoken up, she looked at her friend with a blank expression before she grabbed a marshmallow, shoving the whole thing into her mouth without looking away. ”Make me.”
Families were hard to come by. From his point of view - which, to be fair, was a rather skewered one from the start - the idea of making a family ran more so into the grounds of desperation than that which was supposed to be natural. He had a family back home, kept company by a father who was more often with patients than he was with his own flesh and blood. Back then, however, his shadow never talked back to him. His father, as estranged as he may have become from time to time, did still hold bits and pieces of conversation. It was a manageable route of keeping in touch with each other, their talks never lasting for more than a few moments, and always ending with some forlorn warning towards the son about the dangers that the world happened to possess for the people so frequently seen on his bed. He was fine with that level of talking. Putting thought into his words wasn’t always necessary around his father, as one may have expected from a man too occupied with his work to listen.
Talking to others, however, was an entirely different story.
Enter a sense of anxiety about the group meeting.
He’d make himself comfortable by the fire, trying his best to not eavesdrop on passing conversation. If the other wolves would have found that strange, he had no idea. The most he could have done was keep to himself, after all; Of course, pulling that trap card would have no doubt resulted in being seen as rude by those who were meant to become his second family. He could’ve kept his tongue held, ensuring that no mistaken words slipped out between barely parted lips. On the other hand, he could have tried to make actual conversation with others - and, on the matter of chopping wood, he could at least contribute a quick phrase or two. Quick and witted, naturally. Something casual.
Dallas tossed some wood on the fire and smiled a bit. "Nah, last time you had an axe mate it almost cost me my pretty face." he said and ruffled Peter's hair before sitting down beside both boys. Honestly this was the biggest fun he had in a while. "Anyone want a beer?" he asked and reached for the cooler with the bottles in them. They might be teenagers but they were practically adults as well. A beer wasn't going to kill anyone and Dallas didn't know who to tell.
"My hands are fine! See!" he said and held them out to show Agravain he didn't cut his hands off. "Want a beer Agravain?" he asked and held a bottle out to both Peter and Agravain. Honestly they should enjoy this the best way they could. "Hopefully Artemis will leave us enough marshmallows to roast." he said and peeked towards the cabin.
Mara was in the kitchen with Artemis and rose an eyebrow at how she dared her to make her stop eating the marshmallows. Mara would have done something but she knew Artemis wasn't feeling so good lately and she was afraid the woman would vomit on her but didn't say a thing. Instead she just unpacked another bag and tossed it in a bowl. "Woman you have an addiction problem." she teased and poked her side before running off with the bowl of marshmallows. "If you want more come and get them!" She called and ran outside.
The girl headed for the fire and grinned. "I got marshmallows! Get them quick before Artie comes." she said and plopped down beside Peter. She looked at Dallas and frowned. "Do you own a shirt?"
Post by ARTEMIS FITZGERALD on Jul 18, 2019 22:29:14 GMT
Artemis wasn’t against having others in the cabin, she wasn’t against having to chat with others while Dallas went to do his thing during the day. To be honest, it was getting pretty lonely before Agravain and the other two had showed up. An empty cabin for herself for God knows how long, worrying about her boyfriend and her own twin brother. For the past several weeks she had asked the others whenever they were out if they had spotted Apollo but no one had seen the asshole. Usually she didn’t worry about this much, but it had been a long time without a word or even an owl to make sure he was okay. No word, and she wanted to go out there and find her brother herself. God, she hoped he didn’t get into trouble.
Artemis had stared at Mara and giggled when she felt the poke, rolling her eyes with a low whine. At least she felt like she had a sister again. Once her friend was out of view, Artie had frowned and looked down at the counter for a moment. There was a tear rolling down her cheek before she wiped it away, and took a breath before she carried the rest of the snacks out of the cabin, looking at the other four. The female rolled her eyes at Mara after she heard the comment on Dallas not owning a shirt.
”He does, but I’m enjoying the view.” she sent Dallas a wink before putting the snacks down near her fiance before taking a seat next to Dallas. There was a smile on her face, looking at the others.
Peter knew damn well that his friend, and brother figure would have said no about Peter handling an axe. He didn’t need the reminder of the time he almost took Dallas’ head off during a PTSD episode, and he had thought the Russians had gotten his girlfriend. Peter had been told several times over the past couple of weeks that he was safe there, and away from the view of possible spies for the Russian pack that had him. The others only knew a little bit of what went down when he was missing before Mara had found him, how they used him as a weapon. How they brainwashed him into thinking his family were the bad guys.
Peter scrowled at Dallas when his hair was ruffled, and moved to fix his hair before he heard his girlfriend coming out. He had grabbed the beer from Dallas, untwisting the cap and tossed it aside. He gave the two other guys a look before his girlfriend seated herself next to him.
”Would you like me to take mine off?” he asked her softly, trying to find the humor in this situation. ”Cause I will.”
