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 TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Sept 1, 2019 1:05:34 GMT
With her long braids loose and flowing down her back, Teresa wound her way around her new found pack members, giving half of a wave to their Delta before finally making her way to her tent - well, Verandi's tent technically. She hadn't earned her own stripes yet, she hadn't proven her worth to the pack so why would they give her a private place to stay? That would come later, when she'd actively helped in a mission... but for now, she shared a tent with the person who'd brought her to the Trossachs camp in the first place.
Reaching out, her fingers tugged back the canvas opening before moving inside to sit on one of the blankets, right near where she'd dumped her bag earlier in the day. There wasn't much in there, perks of being somebody who had literally had to thieve to survive the last few years, but she still had a few leftover cigarettes from her last victim. She'd taken the liberty of pocketing them when he'd been in the shower, washing off the remnants of their encounter. It was the only interesting thing he'd had in his top drawer.
Cracking open packet of cigarettes, Teresa slid one out and between her nimble fingers, then raised it to her lips. Then taking her wand from her pocket, she muttered a quick spell and lit the end, inhaling the smoke. Was she allowed to smoke in here? Probably not. But it was cold and Teresa's magic... it wasn't strong enough to cast a warming spell that could combat the biting, icy cold wind, and the blankets didn't do shit in this weather.
Verandi’s frantic eyes danced over the Daily Prophet’s inked paper with dread growing in the pit of her belly. Another attack at Hogwarts blamed on the wolves and news that Tyr would not be happy about. Hadn’t the general populous had enough of ostracising the werewolves yet? How much more would it take to get them back to their rightful place? Verandi curled the paper up and shoved it under her arm before disapparating back to her pack home.
Arriving just outside of the outer limits of camp, Verandi stalked the rest of the way to her tent and paid little heed to the other members. She needed time to think. There were kids, the article had said, that were sent to St Mungo’s. Were they relatives of the pack? Their failed attempt at Hogwarts lead the hardened wolf to believe this was more likely to be Cotswolds affiliated kids - none of her pack were so weak as to be caught.
”Have a look at our new, fresh Hell,” she barked as she threw the paper towards her tent-mate. ”Merlin’s saggy scrotum, I’ll not be able to move a thing in Hogsmeade anymore. Kids! They’ve locked up kids.” Verandi was pacing inside her tent and so she did not feel the cold, though she was generously wrapped in a charmed self-warming cloak and knee high dragonhide boots. ”Apparently even caring about wolves is a fucking crime now.”
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Oct 3, 2019 4:25:08 GMT
The flimsy closing of the tent was ripped open and suddenly, Teresa had a paper thrown straight at her with the orders to look at it. Whatever was in this paper... it was bad. She knew without even looking at it and with her cigarette in one hand, she lifted the paper with her other. Instantly, her stomach dropped like she'd swallowed a mouthful of stones because even though the names of the kids weren't listed, she knew. She knew who was responsible and she hissed through her teeth because, "Ебать. Theodore... idiot. My brother..."
Before she could finish explaining, Teresa had stuck her cigarette between her lips and she was ripping through the contents of her backpack, pulling out belonging after belonging until her fingers wrapped around a piece of parchment which her eyes scanned over. "He wrote me last month, said that 'things will sort themselves out soon.' I thought he meant that he thought the Ministry was going to see reason... like I was going to buy into his false sense of hope. But he... what... he's made things worse."
The blood beneath Teresa's skin was thrumming, and her temper was raising with each word, especially as she went back to the Daily Prophet and read the rest of the article. "So he's gone and gotten himself locked up in St. Mungos because he's 'young and very easily manipulated, showing significant lapses in their mental health.' Bullshit. That's a load of - if I asked him to do that, or even suggested I wanted him to do that, he wouldn't listen. He always does the opposite of what I say."
Despite her growing annoyance at Theo's actions, one thought kept niggling at Teresa because it was the Ministry that had locked them away. The Ministry that was responsible for death after death of werewolves during the full moon when they weren't locked up. "Do you think... what's to say that they're not going to be used for blackmail against us, if they've figured out that Theo's my brother? Shit, what about the rest of these kids, what if they've got relatives in the pack as well? They're going to be used as leverage. I guarantee it. We need to get them out, and now. Before something bad happens."
Post by VERANDI FARLEY on Oct 27, 2019 14:56:01 GMT
Pacing the tent as Teresa read the offending article, Verandi's blood boiled and her mind raced. She knew that if Tyr thought for a second one of the wolves in the pack had ordered another attack at Hogwarts, there would be Hell to pay and until they got to the bottom of it tensions would be... "what did you say?" Verandi paused when Teresa said something, she clearly missed because of her preoccupation and anger.
The wolf stopped and put her hands on her hips, every fibre of her body now intent on watching Teresa. Why was she rummaging in her bag at a time like this? Verandi's grasp on her own hips was tightening and may very well cause bruises to appear when suddenly the woman began explaining. "Your brother was one of the kids?" Verandi asked curtly, snatching at the piece of parchment for her own scrutiny. "Why the Hell do kids think they can change the fucking world?" she growled and raked a hand under her woolen hat to expose her wild red hair. "This is bad."
"Teenagers listen to no-one but them fucking selves. And they don't think things through. What was their end game?" Verandi found that she was pacing the tent again. "The Ministry cannot be trusted. Those kids welfare... they couldn't lock them up in Azkeban so they've come up with some bull shit. I imagine they're subjected to imperius and truth serums and... it's a fate worse than death to be captured by The Ministry." Verandi spat the last words as she heavily sat down beside Teresa, "wolves protect wolves. Even if they're idiots. We'll figure out a way to help your brother and his friends."
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Nov 24, 2019 7:25:34 GMT
Verandi was stalking across the tent like a caged tiger, and Teresa knew that it wouldn't be long before the claws were out. She was too on edge to stay calm for long, something that Teresa felt similarly in this moment. "I said that's my -" Apparently it didn't matter what she said because the piece of parchment from Theodore was snatched out of her palms, and Verandi was off on a tangent about kids trying to change the world. "He's pissed... they're pissed because of what the Ministry is doing to us."
Teresa didn't know the endgame of her brother, she hadn't even been aware that he was going to try and attack a whole group of students and arsehole Professors at large in the first place. But then Verandi was talking about her brother and his friends being subjected to the various measures the Ministry took to pry information out of them, and her hands curled by her side. "It's fucked, Verandi. It's - my parents, they're not going to care. They're not going to even bother to get him out. They're probably on holiday in bloody... Australia," Teresa spat out, fingers pushing back the braids that fell into her eyes. "As far as they're concerned, he tried to help the abomination of the family and he's disowned."
Teresa shot Verandi a sidelong glance as the woman said they'd figure out a way to help her brother and his friends because... despite all of Teresa's demanding before, she hadn't been certain that the woman would be up for the task, would want to rescue a group of people who probably made things worse by acting on their behalf. "I know he's a moron, but we need to... he's the only family I've got left. I... and if he's disowned, he can't go through the same shit I went through. I won't let him. He needs... can he stay with us after we help him?" she asked, a frown marring her lips.
