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!
Lyra was going to have a night out, because she had been hearing talks of her modeling career getting better. So she thought she'd celebrate with some friends and get drunk. So Lyra decided to go the Leaky Cauldron and her friends had been trying to set her up with guys. But she didn't feel like doing that, and she entered the The Leaky Cauldron. She told her friends that she would go and get them on a tab. Which she didn't mind doing because she wanted to enjoy the night.
She walked up and she asked, "Could you get my friends and I on a tab?" she asked pointing to her friends. And the bartender nodded, and she thought she'd take her first order. "I'll have a round of Firewhiskey shots if that's okay?" she asked the bartender. The bartender gave a nod and within minutes she got her round. And she brought it over the table and her friends asked. "You're know there are so many cute guys here tonight maybe you'll find your prince charming." her friend chuckled, Lyra gave her a look and she said. "I don't need a prince charming." she smirked because she just didn't do relationships.
"Girl, Cole needs a father." she said and she just gave a look. "No he doesn't and his uncle is fully capable of taking his father spot." she said giving them a look. And after taking a few shots, before she got up and she let out a smile. "I'm going to go up to the bar and get some food, I'll be back soon." she said with a chuckle. Her friends nodded and Lyra had went up, and on her way up to the bar. She ran into someone and she said with a sigh, "I'm sorry." hoping not to anger anyone.
The Leaky Cauldron was becoming the place to get Ciar’s drinks after a hard day of dealing with father issues. The male was beyond annoyed when he had found himself at the pub, ordering his usual and taking a seat at the bar while he waited for his drink. It was a little busy but he wasn’t going to judge. Perhaps he could find someone to fall into bed with, and forget about the evening. The male had returned from his mother’s house because his drunken father wanted to be back into the house even though they were divorced. And the old man had a bad habit of blaming his own daughter for his problems. Ciar had went to deal with it because no one else would, and he had punched the guy.
The famous Quidditch player was about to stand up from the bar when he felt someone run right into him, and he was more annoyed than usual before he realized it was a woman who apologized and he had put on a smile. Nope. It was a lady, and he respected women. He treated them right (mostly). He just didn’t do relationships due to the last woman he was with broke his heart in many places.
”It’s fine, love.” he had said, shaking his head. ”I’ll live.” he said, looking at the mug in his hand. At least his drink was safe. ”Are you okay, miss?”
@lyra,
6'01" || The Womanizer || Single set made by erenae of sp
Lyra felt bad for running into him, but she also knew it was one of those things that could get a guy in bed with you. Although she clearly was sorry because she knew some people could get mad at her for doing that and she didn't feel like getting into an argument. The witch had watched as the guy didn't seem too bothered by it and it was no lie that she felt relieved and she laughed. "I doubt we'd want someone as dashing as you to get dirtied up." she said with a chuckle as she grabbed for a bar rag and tried to wipe him off. "I bet I was a first to spill a drink on you wasn't?" she said with a chuckle giving him a look. Hoping to not make him mad because she couldn't bear to do that.
When he asked her if she was okay, the witch gave him a look. "I am very much fine, but before you say anything else. Just cal me Lyra." she said giving him a soft smile hoping to not make him mad. Once she saw enough was cleaned off, she let out a chuckle. "I'm not even drunk yet and I am already knocking drinks over." she said with a soft chuckle hoping she didn't sound too weird.
This wasn’t the first time someone had spilled a drink on him, and he was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. Many of them ended up in a random hookup, or he had gotten into a fist fight with a guy that was involved somehow. He hated punching people but most of them deserved it, and he knew he needed to get his hand checked sometime before he swore he broke a knuckle or two when he punched his father earlier that evening. It didn’t hurt much unless someone touched it, and he avoided that most of the evening when he was at the bar.
”The first of the evening. It happened a few times to me before, and I don’t mind it one bit when there’s a pretty lady involved.” he said, and smirked at her as she cleaned off his shirt. Well, now he smelled of alcohol but he didn’t mind one bit. There was a chance that he would get into some sort of trouble that evening.
”Lyra, that’s a beautiful name.” he said and eyed her for a moment when she had asked him for his name. ”Name’s Ciar Stevens.”
Okay, so last name wasn’t needed but he had said it and was now mentally face palming.
@lyra,
6'01" || The Womanizer || Single set made by erenae of sp
