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!
Cassidy was working hard on an art piece she was making for her mother. The painting needed to dry but she was still not sure about it. Not to mention some of her clothes needed fixing because some bullies thought it was funny to tear them.. again. Cassidy never brought up the way she lived to anyone because she was truly not going to act like that defines her.. because it didn't.. at all.
Cassidy sometimes felt like she was losing focus from her art and she shouldn't. The arts was what made her the way she is. It made her enjoy life as much as she did and the girl didn't want to stop enjoying her life. Cassidy sighed and took a seat in a chair, her jacket in her hand as she started to sow the materials back together with a simple needle and thread. Her eyes were on the painting though as she did so, not really paying attention.
It was then that footsteps approached her and she almost jumped up ending up with pricking her finger in the process. "Ow.. owie oh no.. not blood!"
Post by ARCHIBALD MACKENZIE on Sept 1, 2019 9:41:52 GMT
He was exhausted, there was no simpler way to put it. His insomnia was acting up something horrid at the moment. Whilst he was used to surviving off a couple of hours of restless sleep a night and a bucket load of coffee with each meal, the last few nights he had zero sleep at all. Coffee was helping with the worst of it but it wasn’t the best way to live. He would have to mention it to his parents over Christmas break so he could get in to see his therapist before school started up again. There was so much to talk to him about any way from the usual working through the home invasion when he was nine to his insomnia getting worse to the attack at the winter ball - oh that would be a big talking point. He was just thankful Ainsley had been feeling unwell that night and had just spent the night in her common room. The MacKenzie family didn’t need two screwed up kids in therapy. She had heard about it obviously but it was all second hand knowledge.
He was well aware the attack was the reason he wasn’t sleeping at the moment; who could following what had happened!? Adding to the insomnia was the fact that every time he closed his eyes he could still hear the crash of the Christmas Tree and the ornaments shattering as well as the screams of everyone in the room. He knew the sounds and visions would turn into nightmares if he was ever actually able to fall asleep - it almost made him glad he wasn’t sleeping, god he so did not need nightmares to complicate the bloody situation any further.
A girl’s cries pierced through his thoughts and brought him out of his head and back to the common room. He glanced around to find the girl the voice belonged to.
