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!
Maybe Greyson lacked empathy or whatever but as he shoved past a group of terrified looking group of fifth years and spat, "Stop being a bunch of wimps," all he was doing was keeping it real. Yeah, some bad shit had happened in the great hall, but they needed to man up and get over it. It had been a few days since and fear was for the weak. That's what his dad had told him during his pre-Azkaban days when they were on the run and Greyson had cried that he was scared, he missed Gabe, he wanted his mum and Gen back. 'Boy's don't cry,' were the disgusted words he'd gotten back in response, along with one of his long-winded tangents.
Moving towards the Slytherin table 'cause screw sitting with a bunch of self-righteous Gryffindors, Greyson planted his arse next to Kaylie. She may have been a year older than him, but they saw eye to eye on a lot of crap. "You're not one of the 'traumatised' little bitches, are you? You're not gonna cry to me about how scary the 'big, bad' attackers were, right? 'Cause shit, for a bunch of lions who are meant to be 'brave,' all I've heard from the common room is whinging."
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Aug 17, 2019 9:59:33 GMT
Kaylie was starving, her tired eyes in dire need of caffeine and the morning was just getting started. After the attack the entire school had been shaken up about it, kids were traumatized, dramatic and overall just pissing her off. The last thing she needed was being a shoulder to cry on for these whine babies. Kaylie was so glad to not be a prefect at this time, she wouldn't be able to handle them crying and whining at her for help.
The blonde was seated at the Slytherin table, her hands wrapped around a sandwich when someone sat down next to her. Often they asked if the seat was taken but when Kaylie turned her head to look at who was sitting there, it was Greyson. A happy surprise for once, at least he was someone who wouldn't bitch her out or cry at her, he wasn't going to cry was he?
"Oh please, I have been trying to avoid those people myself. Don't need to turn into one." she said and rose an eyebrow. She then turned to look at the Gryffindor table and smirked a bit. "Oh it's that bad huh? God you know there were only a few kids doing this right? kids!" she shook her head.
"It wasn't like actual wolves came to kill them. Honestly can't wait for the suckers to just go back to normal." she said and handed Greyson a sandwich. He might as well eat while he was here right? The blonde took a bite from her sandwich and groaned. Food was good at times like these.
"It's like having a million Gemini's on their period all at bloody once," Greyson said, shaking his head and pulling a very... nasty face at an ickle Slytherin crying in the corner, but trying to hide their head in a book. "NEED A TISSUE?" With that pleasant sentiment out of the way, Greyson ignored the filthy look he got he response. But then Kaylie was saying how they were kids and Grey shrugged. "Bunch of 'em too. But not like everyone's some psychopath out for blood, just 'cause those lot were. Not everyone feels the need to defend a werewolf's honour or whatever the hell they were doing."
"Dude, imagine if it were. I reckon we'd have healers up in this joint forever to counsel the student body. Wait, hell, no. Hogwarts'd probably close this time round if they did a repeat of 2016. Don't reckon their reputation would survive a second werewolf attack," Greyson said with a derisive snort. He definitely wouldn't miss Hogwarts if it closed - good riddance, he'd say. He didn't have any bloody interest in attending school at all. Taking the sandwich Kaylie gave him, Greyson took a great big rip out of it. "D'you get hurt in the attack? I had a cup attached to my damn hand the whole freaking time. Had to get a professor to get the bloody thing off. Was like it was... what's that muggle shit they say... surgically attached?"
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Aug 18, 2019 14:14:06 GMT
Well this was hilarious. Kaylie listened to her friend as she ate her toast. Sure she had to make sure she wasn't going to choke on it but the way he spoke of the kids who suffered from the dance, it was just beyond funny to her. She had to remind herself for a moment who Gemini even was before speaking a single word about his statement. She opened her mouth to speak but then Greyson spotted a crying child and she laughed.
"Yeah they were major buzzkills. Can't believe I wore a bloody dress for nothing." she grumbled and rose an eyebrow. "For people who believe werewolves are innocent they surely make them look even worse by attacking children at a dance." she scoffed. She wasn't on any side but she thought both were ridiculous in their own way. "Bunch of morons.. the lot of them." she offered some juice with the sanwich.
"Dude if Hogwarts closes I am going to bail the fuck out of here." she told him and hummed. "I will stock up on food and flee the fucking country. I ain't going back home." she said and her eyes glanced over to the professor's table. What if the school does close? Would she even have somewhere to go? Probably not. She'd be a homeless girl.. forever on the run.
"You got a surgically attached cup to your hand?" that was a little funny as she chuckled slightly. "I didn't get hurt in the particular sense.." she said and frowned. "My girlfriend was hungry and well the chaos wasn't helping her so she helped herself to this goodness." she motioned to herself as if she was showing off her body for a second.
"Got patched up by Aiden and well that was it really. I heard some people got hurt pretty badly though."
"Hope you got laid at least since you probably had to shave your bloody legs for the first time in six months," Greyson said with a snort, ripping another bite out of his sandwich and chewing it roughly as he listened to Kaylie talk. "I heard all of 'em had brothers and sisters at Hogwarts. Shit, I heard that Theo Nottingham was involved. Pretty sure his sister was nearly bloody eaten during that 2016 thing. Stupid, if you ask me. I bet their little bloody wolf sisters and brothers told 'em to do it." That's what the Daily Prophet said, at least the last time he got a glance at the front of the paper. He didn't exactly sit down and read it.
"I reckon you'd need more than food to get by," Greyson said flippantly, 'cause living by yourself... bloody hard without money. That's why he hadn't tried yet. He was saving every scant galleon he made. "Reckon Valentino'll go with you, or will you be all by yourself?"
"Yeah, 'cause the dickwit professors are buzzkills. All I wanted to do was have a bloody drink and turns out when you put booze in the cup, it freezes the drink and onto your hand. Zalayat unfroze the damn thing - not that it turned back to booze, mind you - then I had to ask a professor to pretty please charm the damn thing off. Then I got detention," Greyson ranted, shaking his head at the memory.
What Kaylie shared next made Grey's eyes roll and honestly... was he jealous? Yeah, he goddamn was. He liked being drank from, he'd discovered, and would have readily offered himself up to Alana. Maybe with the chaos, she wouldn't have stopped either and drained him dry. Goddamnit. "Good thing Posh Pants was there, 'else she probably would've been expelled, hey?"
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Aug 23, 2019 7:33:17 GMT
Greyson's concern for her sex life was so touching. It made Kaylie truly appreciate the friend she had in him and her lips curled up into a smile as he spoke about her needing to shave her legs for the first time in a while. "Oh you understimate my activity when it comes to my sex life or the knowledge of a potion that makes me not need to shave my legs for a while." she grinned and lifted her legs in his lap. "Smooth as fuck that's what they are." she said and got comfortable that way.
"Oh really? What do they think this will accomplish anyway? Certainly not innocence." she said with a snort and took a sip of her juice. "Valentino's.." she said and hummed. "I doubt one will leave without the other yet Aiden still has family support I believe so it might just be the two of us but I doubt Alana would leave me wander on my own." she said and shrugged. "What would you do?" she asked him and grabbed her sandwich, taking a bite out of it.
"Oh dude they liquor proofed the dance? That's sick. Imagine it being the both of us though! That totally would've been me if I even had the chance to get to the drinks. Didn't even get to dance in the bloody contraption I was wearing." she said and grumbled. "She probably would have. Honestly I would've slapped the fuck out of those aurors. I hate anyone who works for the law." she grumbled. "Corrupt pieces of shit, all they see is the blood and not the person. Wanna bet they'd kill her if they had the chance to?" she said with a frown decorating her features.
"You know, if it all does go to hell and Alana can't come with me you should." she nodded.
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Aug 23, 2019 10:30:32 GMT
"You? Brewing a potion to shave your legs? Man, the effort you go to... it's almost unbelievable. I'd touch your legs if it wasn't goddamn winter and your legs were bare, douchebag," Greyson said, before pushing her legs straight back off his lap because what did she think he was? A chair? A classroom table? "How d'ya get so busy if you don't share a dorm? Damn, Rousseau. Should've hooked up with Reid or Selwyn. Would've had easier access than you do with a Raven-nerd."
"It's creepy seeing those two joined at the goddamn hip. Gabe and me have never been like that, man. Not even as kids. Maybe they're those weird fraternal twins who share a placenta. I mean, have you checked?" Probably, judging on how active Kaylie and Alana's sex life was, but still. It didn't hurt to ask. "What would I 'do'? What, you think I can't function without you or something?"
"Man, as much as I think aurors are corrupt, power-hunger pieces of crap, you wouldn't stand a chance against them. The fuckers would've probably 'avada kedavra'd' you on the down low and blamed it on the wolves or some crap." Greyson, in all honestly, did agree with Kaylie. They'd probably stake her or whatever the hell you did with vampires to kill them, then pass the blame. That's why he'd never respect those suits - always denying the shit they did. It was pathetic.
Kaylie was back on about fleeing the company and Greyson swallowed the bite of sandwich in his mouth before shrugging, "Yeah, maybe, if I'm alive by then. Shit, man, by the time you get the nerve, I could be six foot under."
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Aug 24, 2019 11:35:51 GMT
Kaylie wasn't one to give up on her friends and she did worry for Grey sometimes but was she going to say that out loud? Hell no. She watched him shove her legs off and the girl pouted a bit before shrugging it off. She didn't care, she wasn't much of a touchy feely snuggle friend anyway. She'd leave that for the girls trying to get into Grey's pants. The blonde smirked and hummed a bit as she ate from her sandwich.
"Hook up with Reid or Selwyn? No thanks. Reid's a friend not a hook up and Selwyn.. well.. yeah no thank you." she didn't care for the girl or her bitching. "I know girls like to bitch but god when that becomes someone's only language, sign me out." she took a sip of her juice and rolled her eyes. "Not really a thought that crosses my mind. And how tempting as it sounds to dissect Aiden, it's frowned up." she said with a small smirk.
"Oh please, you would miss me and you know it. Who else can you hang out with and look at the ladies with?" she teased and grabbed another half sandwich. These things were godsent. "I know I wouldn't but fuck if I let them ruin my life man." she said and knew she'd die trying to fight for her girlfriend's survival. Maybe that was her problem, she'd easily get herself hurt and she liked it.
Kaylie loves pain and it was something she never really told anyone. She wouldn't give a shit if she got hurt because she liked how it felt. "Yeah we don't matter to them, we probably never will." she admitted and eyed her sandwich. Pigs for the slaughter. That's all they were, expandable until a certain degree. No one would miss her, no one would even bat an eye. Just a casualty for the greater good. "Oh I am not afraid of anything!" she protested and frowned. "Dude do you still do the body art?" she asked and rose an eyebrow. "Could you get me something?" she said and frowned. "You ain't gonna die, what's going to kill you? Lack of sex? A suit?" she snorted. "I might be dead before you anyway." she shrugged.
"She's still a friend even though you decked her girlfriend? Shit, man, the day I deck Aiden Valentino... better be mates with me even though your girlfriend'll hate me for it," Greyson said, a smirk twisting at his lips at the thought of throwing a punch across Valentino's slimy face. He'd probably get one hell of a curse in return but... worth it. He didn't care about the consequences - in fact, he craved pain and he was sure the guy could give it to him. Selwyn did bitch a lot, and Greyson nodded his head in agreement though... there were a lot more intolerable people in Hogwarts. That bitch Clearwater for one, the chick who never shut her damn mouth and kept her opinion to herself.
"Apparently a lot of people. Swear to God, most of the damn school is into chicks and chicks only," Greyson said with a snort, shaking his head. It meant the chance to get into some bird's pants was a lot smaller, but hell... he'd be up for watching if they'd let him. "You're a damn martyr, Rousseau, sacrificing yourself for your 'girlfriend.' Maybe you should've been a Gryff instead." Too bad that the idea of Kaylie hypothetically offering herself up to the slaughter wouldn't effect a damn thing.
"The body art?" Greyson repeated, brows raising because he wouldn't exactly call his little stick n' pokes art. They were more like a way to kill time, to fill up space on his body without dropping a ton of galleons. They were tiny little party tattoos that required no real skill. "Yeah, I can hook you up with someone if you want. There's a place in Knockturn if you can there, man. It'll cost you and arm and a leg depending on what you want... what are you looking for?"
Kaylie was asking what would kill him and yet again, Greyson's brows arched because shit, there was a whole list. The booze, the drugs, the lack of desire to actually live his miserable life. "And leave Valentino mourning you? Fat chance, Rousseau. You'd let yourself live just for her."
