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!
This winter break was one big disaster. The only good day was the one where the spoiled Princess Narro came to plot their evil. Merlin he couldn’t believe himself. Did he really consider spending time with some posh prick the best out of all holidays. Yes, was the answer. It all started with his mother making fun of him for losing against Hufflepuff. How did she catch air of that? It only got worse when she decided to help him becoming an actual beater. Which basically was her beating the living shit out of him with his own beater bat. Dio had never been so humiliated in his life. His mother didn’t even care about sports.
And that was just day one. Another lecture had followed about the failed action of the werewolf supporters. She was mad that he didn’t join in and then made fun of him again by saying how it might be for the best. He only would’ve made it worse as he was a huge failure and a waste of his name. Most remaining of the holidays was more training. His uncle decided to turn a blind eye and only be present at the shop.
When Dio wasn’t stuck being tormented by his mother in attempts to become stronger and more useful, he was taking out his anger on random people in the streets. One night he got drunk in a muggle pub because it was the only place his mom wouldn’t come to. Apparently he got caught up in a bar fight and woke up in a muggle cell at a police station. He got off but it was one hell of an experience.
He was back at Hogwarts. Busted and blue. Perhaps more tense and vicious than ever before. If someone even dared to look in his direction, Dio started spilling death threats. At this point he was glad he was known as a violent troublemaker. Because people just assumed his injuries were from fights. It was only natural for him to skip classes the entire first week, he just didn’t feel like dealing with people. The owlery was a nice stinky place for people like him. Utterly disgusting. Carving wooden animals with a sharp knife would suit as therapy until he felt decent enough to return to class. His eyes shot to his bruised wrist which was holding the wood his was carving. It had started to turn a nasty shade of yellow and grey. “Tsk,” he groaned and at that exact moment his other hand slipped causing the knife to cut deep into his hand palm. “For fuck’s sake,” he yelled and in anger yeeted both the wood and the knife out of the window. Due to his uncontrollable anger the throwing went a little far and Dio accidentally launched himself towards the window. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I guess I’ll die, were the last words he thought before he- And then nothing happened because a force pulled him back into the tower.
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Rebekah was walking to get in her exercise with being pregnant and what not. The blue haired girl's bump got a few inches bigger, it wasn't that noticeable yet but she knew that with the right and certain clothes that people would be able to have their suspicions confirmed. She found herself at the Owlery and she didn't understand why, something in her head to go there and the hunch was too strong to turn back. The blue haired girl walked inside and followed the noises leading up to the tower. Rebekah heard some swear words when she got closer to the top and she was highly curious now. As she walked inside she saw a young boy trying to... JUMP?! Rebekah rushed forward and grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him back and she must've pulled hard since she fell backwards after pulling him from the edge. The blue haired girl looked at him.
"Are you insane?!" Rebekah shouted at him from the ground.
Just what- Dio’s blue eyes widened. It felt like everything went in slow motion. His heart was racing and adrenaline shot through his body. In this moment everything felt so clear. The purple twilight sky with dark clouds, the stone bricks of the castle walls and the open window which the stinky owls used to fly out and send letters. Was this going to be the last thing he saw? What a boring death.
He was being pulled back and stumbled back on his feet. Dio dropped on his butt and leaned back so he laid on the wooden floor. At this point he couldn’t care less that he was probably resting in bird shit. His mind was still pumped on epinephrine and dopamine. He held his bloodied hand above his face, the blood slowly dripped on his face but he barely blinked. A voice asked him a question. Was he insane? The Slytherin bursted into laughter. “I just might be,” he grinned between the laughter. This experience was intense, he’d never felt so alive. For that moment he had completely forgotten about everything. His brother who said he’d never allow him to join the pack, his mother who said he was a weakling and the students and teachers at this school who judged him already by his surname. Alas that moment only lasted a few seconds.
With a groan he sat upright. Dio ran his hand through his blonde hair, staining it with red. His sharp gaze set on the woman in the room. Ravenclaw, just like his uncle. “Who are you?”
@rebekah,
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Rebekah wasn't prepared for the reaction she got from this other boy, she expected to see some sort of shock on his face or a form of regret but she saw none of that. What she saw before her was a grin? And it wasn't just some normal grin it looked like a sinister grin like the boy wanted to die, like he wanted to leave whoever he has in his life with nothing but memories. It was not right. The blue haired girl got up and dusted herself off a bit as she watched him with the blood on his hand. Rebekah sighed and went into her pocket and handed the boy a napkin that she always carried with her in case of emergencies, this looked like it was an emergency.
Rebekah watched as the boy got up and looked at her, she looked the boy up and down before looking towards him once more when he asked who she was. "My name's Rebekah, who are you?" She asked with a gentleness in her voice. She didn't feel sorry for him (should she?) but she was more confused on why he tried to do what he did.
Once the remaining adrenaline left his system, Dio returned in his usual self again. That was fun while it lasted. Now he was bored once more. Blue eyes blinked at the napkin held out for him. He cleaned the cut on his hand and inspected it. The wound didn’t seem too deep so there was no need for a visit to the Hospital wing. He’d keep pressure on the wound until it stopped bleeding.
Back on his track, he checked the girl out. He liked the blue hair but the tone coming out of her mouth turned him off. Oh, she was one of those pretentious chicks. “Rebekah,” he mumbled. “If you don’t know who I am, then I suppose it’s better we keep it that way.” With a groan, he stood up on both feet now and handed her the now bloodied handkerchief. “Whatcha say, shall we do it again? That was fun. I’ll launch myself out and you pull me back.”
@rebekah,
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Rebekah sat back and watched as he put pressure on the wound of his, she looked around to see if there was anything that could help but she saw nothing that could help her help him make sure the wound didn't get infected with anything that could be in there. When he groaned she saw he was getting up and she did what she always thought was the right thing and she held him stand up straight and when she knew he would be okay she stepped away from him but remained close in case he needed her to help him. "Well when people see or hear my name they don't actually want to be seen with me so how bad could your name be?" Rebekah asked, she didn't want pity nor did she want to give it either.
When he talked about doing that again she looked at him with wide eyes. "What? No! No you're not doing that again okay, you have a life to live and no matter how bad of a day, year, or even life you're having doesn't mean that you should end yours. What good would that do? Plus no matter how bad it is don't you want to rub it in whoever's face when you actually become something so much bigger then this school?" Rebekah didn't know how good of a speech that was but she tried. She fixed the strap on her bag when she realized she had something that could help him. She put her bag on the ground and she crouched down since she couldn't bend to grab out what she needed. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and bandage and stood back up to the younger boy. The hanker chief she had given him was on the floor since she honestly didn't want it right at that moment and she unscrewed the cap of the alcohol and let the lid fall on the bloody hanker chief and she grabbed his wounded hand hesitantly.
"I'm sorry this might sting a little bit, I don't want to hurt you" she sincerely apologized before pouring some alcohol on his hand and she was kind of afraid of what he'd do, she knew it would most likely sting since it always did to her.
The little wench thought it was a good idea to touch him. Dio’s primal instincts kicked in at the sudden touch and he roughly pushed the arm away. The Slytherin was not okay with uninvited touching. “Did I ask for help? Hands off,” he hissed towards the Ravenclaw. Dio hated everyone but most people knew better than to just touch him. Was this stupid wench too dumb for basic logic?
Dio hummed and arched his eyebrow. “Your name doesn’t ring a bell. So I doubt you’re any kind of a big deal,” he scoffed in mockery. Just a silly little girl who didn’t know what she was getting herself into. He let her pass because she saved his life but any more funny business and she’d get the same treatment as everyone else.
Okay, did this wench even have a working pair of brain inside that head of hers? “Are you a complete moron? Of course I’m not trying to die, I’m trying to almost die. There is clearly a big difference even someone as stupid as you should see that,” he groaned and rubbed his forehead. This girl was giving him a headache. “Your sweet talk makes me sick,” he spat on the ground and snarled at her. He hated people like her, weak and easy to break. Disgusting. Besides if he wanted to die it was not her decision to stop that.
She was starting to piss him off and when Dio got pissed off, people got hurt. When she dared to grab his hand, his eyes flew open. An almost animalistic expression crossed his face as he jerked his back and hit her with force. “If you try to touch me one more time, I swear I’ll break your pretty little fingers,” he hissed and moved away. “Return to your safe little Ravenclaw tower before I decide to do more than that.” His expression made it clear that he wasn’t messing around. Dio had been kind to give her this chance, if anyone else had just tried, he’d definitely have broken some fingers already.
@rebekah,
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Rebekah just stood there looking at him like he was fucking insane, he was serious insulting someone who was trying to help him and he was talking down on her like she was some stupid girl. Yes she was a girl but she was anything but stupid. Rebekah just let him continue to insult her and she nodded taking everything in. The blue haired girl grabbed her bag and slung it on her shoulder as she smirked. "You know what I do know you, you're Dio Greyback the child that goes around acting like a dick and wants people to feel sorry for him all the damn time by being rude and cruel to those who just want to help him but you know what I am a girl so thanks so much for not being that dumb and thinking I'm a dude. So while you have your little meltdown conniption thing up here, I'll be going somewhere a little less suffocating" Rebekah said with the sweetest smile she could master up before turning to leave and before she walked down the stairs she turned around to add.
"You're so lucky I am pregnant or I would have broken your damn face" with that Rebekah walked down the stairs and out the door. The kid could go screw his virgin self all she cared.
Post by DIO GREYBACK on Sept 18, 2019 18:25:29 GMT
Was she for real? Dio thought she was attempting a very bad joke but when he realized she wasn’t messing around, that just hit the fan. The Slytherin bursted into laughter. “You really are braindead aren’t you, wench? When have I asked for your or anyone’s pity? I don’t need it. I’m a Greyback. All I need is blood,” he said between the laughter as his eyes shimmered dangerously. Blood he would get when the time was right. When his brother would call upon him the two of them would show this petty wizarding country a war they’d never forget.
“You just say that because you’re too much of a coward,” he shouted towards the exit as she left. Dio waited until she started walking down the stairs. Then perfectly timed he threw a Jelly-Legs Curse into her direction. Oh he didn’t care if she was pregnant. His mother always said pregnancy made women stronger. So he didn’t feel bad at all for doing this. “Which ugly mutt is retarded enough to put his wang into you?”
@rebekah,
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