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!
Post by DIO GREYBACK on Sept 16, 2019 12:22:47 GMT
Dio arched an unimpressed eyebrow towards the spoiled filly. He didn’t seem what was wrong. Native people were the ones who were born in said country right. Ignoring her was the best option of now. However, when she dropped in his family, he had him baited. The blonde Slytherin rested his chin on his hand palm and let his eyes run over the baby snake. “Don’t worry, I can assure you that you are safe. We don’t eat rotten cow meat,” he told casually the privileged brat. “Clearwater on the other hand…” he started growling like a predator and licked his lips. “They say redheads have a little spice to their meat.” If they started throwing shit at him, he might as well turn it in his favor. Scaring people was enjoyable. From the corner of his eye he spotted something interesting. “Oi, Prof what do you have there?” Was it a knife? Dio loved knives, he considered himself quite skilled with the tool.
If course Jordan had to put up his attention seeking crybaby act. This guy really needed a punch in the face. Dio would show him scary.
A confused frown was written on his face when the story got reviled. Wait, he wasn’t that far away from the truth. Was he a nerd now? Impossible.
When the new Professor announced a group task, Dio groaned loudly in annoyance. Alright this class was just as bad as the others. With a piercing glance he turned towards the two that were stuck with him. “Poster boy Potter and goodie two shoes. I’ll let you do the task while I take a well-deserved nap.”
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Sept 27, 2019 9:31:49 GMT
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the one to respond to her first out of Tweedledee and Tweedledum was Gabriel who had some absolutely delight, very original things to say about her appearance, all of which his girlfriend seemingly ignored. So much for being friends, right? "Did you miss the lesson on how to insult people past a first year level?" Aggy shot back easily, before she was distracted by Dio Greyback talking about eating her. "Yeah, we redheads do have a little spice to us. Mmm, capsaicin. Wanna take a bite?"
With her little quarrel over and done with, Aggy's attention turned back towards the class where the Professor gave her a thumbs up, and consequently launched into a discussion about Wendigos. They sounded like savage creatures, ones that Aggy didn't want to meet ever in her life time even if she was confident when it came to spellwork. Then they were assigned into groups and Merlin's beard, wasn't that just so much fun?
Shooting a look of 'avada kedavra me, please' to Evan, Aggy moved over to where Roxanne and Tweedle-freaking-dee sat. "Ready to play Special Agents? I dibs Scully," she said, letting out an amused snort as The X-Files theme song started up in her head. "Who's gonna be Mulder?"
Team up? What? Where did the minutes go where she was happily napping? Ollie rubbed her eyes and looked at the people she had to team up with. Why not Agnes? Or Gabriel? Or her sister? Ollie sighed and her eyes were first on Agnes and Gabriel and she frowned a bit. "Why can't people just get along.." she sighed to herself and rubbed her forehead. This was giving her a headache already.
"What?" she heard a male voice and turned to Dio who said she and james should do all the work together. "Don't be like that.. help out." she said though her voice was soft and had the convincing juice of a cotton ball. The girl eyed James and gave him a nervous smile before looking at the task at hand.
"Dio please leave her alone... why can't you be nice to my friend." she said about Dio talking to Agnes which Agnes shot back pretty fast. Ollie's face turned red and just looked at James. "Guess we have work to do."
Mark sat beside a window, watching the snow fall and letting his classmates do the talking. He found History of Magic rather boresome, and he would much rather let his mind wander off to faraway places. In fact, he had not even noticed who was sitting beside him, because he was turned away from the table that had been empty upon his arrival. Yet, he was sure that it was occupied by now, because the class was full.
There were lots of stuff to think about today, and he lifted the quill up to his lips while watching a snowflake land on the surface of the window and quickly melting away. The sky was grey, but the white light that came from the snow illuminated the classroom. Mark forced himself to glance back at the professor and scribbled something down onto a piece of parchment that was placed on the table in front of him. It was a few small facts about Roanoke, but nothing important.