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!
Declan had a horrible day where he thought he could practice on his stupid broom again but the thing hate him more than anything else. The boy was soaking wet from the rain and snow and now he just wanted to warm up in the dorm and curse everyone he met into oblivion if they even as much as stared at him for longer than five seconds. Declan walked into the Slytherin common room and almost smacked a random person with the broom he tossed aside like a piece of dirt.
"Stupid thing." he mumbled and took off most of his uniform leaving only his white shirt and his pants. He didn't really want to sit in front of the fire in his underwear so he just sat there with his wet pants and in his shirt. His spencer and cloak tossed aside like dirt as well. Declan scoffed at a few kids who were sitting there and let out a sigh.
He hated his broom, he hated quidditch and he hated rain!
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Sept 15, 2019 22:33:28 GMT
"What happened to you out there?" Katrin said, wrinkling her nose at the trail of water that her brother had just left across the common room. Sitting on an armchair a few feet away from the soaked boy, she had been reading a book, but shut it as soon as Declan started to toss his wet uniform on the floor. It didn't need any stains. Honestly, if she didn't like him so much she would have leviosa'd the wet robe right back into his face--she'd have done that to most anyone else, but seeing as he was an actual friend, she'd just tell him to pick it up when he was pouting less.
Katrin would never have gone out in the current slushy hell out of her own will; walking to the greenhouses for Herbology class earlier that day had been bad enough. Whatever was falling from the sky was neither pretty like snow or calm like rain, and while she would persevere through it for as long as she had to, she much preferred sitting inside. Spotting a familiar much-abused broom out of the corner of her eye, she shook her head at Declan. "Don't tell me you were out there on the broom in this weather? I think even Spinnet would've given us all a break if we had class today." Probably he was aiming to impress somebody--Katrin knew that she and this particular brother were plenty alike. The only question was--who?
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Did he want to pout in front of his sister? No he didn't. Declan looked at Katrin who asked what happened to him and at first he wanted to say something snarky and angry but like his father he had to remain calm so he took a few deep breathes first. "I tried to practice for quidditch." he said with his posture back to its royal self even when he was still partially soaked.
"God awful idea." he scoffed and looked at his sister with a slight frown. "Of course I was! How else am I going to show father that I'm as strong as he is?" he asked her and ran his hand through his wet locks. He didn't even care if his sister didn't like it but he needed to show his father he was strong.
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Oct 6, 2019 19:28:29 GMT
Katrin didn't really blame Declan for wanting to prove himself for their father. She herself wouldn't have done it--she would rather avoid Quidditch than be humiliated by trying it in front of others--but she understood. On her own lap was a book on potions, something she was reading to be able prove to their sister that she was better at it than anyone else in her year. She didn't understand everything in it, but that was because it was meant for the higher years, so she was pushing on anyway. If she couldn't learn that, how would she ever be able to show off her skills?
"I've been reading. Getting better at things without going out in the snow like an idiot," she said, but there was no malice in her voice, not for the brother she was closest to. Declan was a lot like her sometimes, even if he wasn't in quite the same family situation. Maybe he was using Quidditch and she was using Potions, but they both just wanted to be good Tyrells. It was in the way they had the same regal posture, the same ambitious heart.
"You go dry off by the fire before you drip on my book. I think Father would prefer if neither of us looked like wet dogs."
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kasia's tiny terror // 5'0" // crushing on edmund rosaline // born in england // lives in london
Declan knew very well that being a drowned cat in the middle of a winter's day was not the best way to impress his father but the boy was eleven, had no accomplishments besides making a fool of himself and yet he tried more and more to impress the man. With a sigh he just sat there, ignoring his wet clothes tossed aside like they didn't matter because they didn't. If a boy stole them then maybe they'd have some quality clothing they could put to use.
"Reading sounds like loads of fun." he said with a sarcastic undertone but no rudeness or his usual dislike towards humanity. To him not many people were worthy of his attention and these days that list kept growing by the damn day. Declan cocked his head to read the book title. "What book is it anyway?" he didn't feel like breaking his neck trying to find out.
Declan sighed and sat closer to the fire as he looked at his sister. "I wasn't close enough to your book anyway."
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Oct 18, 2019 3:18:26 GMT
"Oh, yeah, loads." Katrin gave a quiet snort. For Declan, she didn't entirely have to pretend that there was nothing she'd rather be doing than reading Potions books. It was something she chose to do because she wanted to be good at things, especially Potions, and she wasn't about to dare letting anyone know it if she wasn't. She held the closed book up, showing her brother the cover: Book of Potions, by Zygmunt Budge. Not exactly the text for a second-year, but to Katrin, that made it all the better. "I think Ari uses this for her upper years. Or Advanced Potion-Making, I'm not sure, but they have some of the same potions anyway."
She pursed her lips as Declan sat closer, putting himself by the fire. Sure, he hadn't gotten water on her book yet, but his hair was still dripping. "And how did the Quidditch go? Any improvements?" Katrin herself wasn't the best flier in the world, but she didn't let that stop her from trying her hardest. She only hadn't tried out for the team this year because she was afraid of embarrassing herself, but she totally knew why her brother was so dedicated. She only didn't share the thought that going out to fly in this sort of weather was worth it.
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Declan wasn't stupid, he knew very well how much Katrin loved to read. Sometimes he wondered if she worships the floor his sister walked on. Ariella was one of his older sisters and no matter how ruthless and cruel she was, she was family. Declan noticed the looks Katrin gave her, the looks he gave his father. They desired approval, to be recognized by the one person they looked up to.
Declan just wasn't sure if Katrin was ever going to get that from their sister. Ariella seemed close to only two of their siblings.. the third being a wolf and out of here. He didn't feel like she would open her hole in her chest because he firmly believed she had no heart up for the likes of them. Declan wasn't going to tell Katrin this, break her spirit and possibly get her fueling mad.
"So you're trying to impress Ari by knowing about advanced potions?" he asked her with an arched brow. "Wouldn't it be more impressive if you can actually brew them though?" he asked feeling slightly hungry now. "No improvements, I won't make the team if I keep playing like this." he sighed. "I hate that sport so much."
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Oct 28, 2019 0:50:00 GMT
Katrin scowled down at the closed book at her brother's words, feeling as if all her inadequacies had bubbled to the surface, obvious to Declan and everyone else in the common room. Of course she couldn't brew the potions in this book--she had tried once and created a mess that she swore never to tell anyone about, not even Declan. That was why she had to pretend she could, because she wouldn't be surprised if Ariella could have done it at her age. You didn't get to be the Potions Master at such a young age without being really, really good at it, and Katrin was fiercely determined to match her older sister.
"That's why I'm reading it, so that I can brew them," she said, finally lifting her head and looking at her brother with a determined fire in her eyes. "Same as you and Quidditch. I've got to be the best, or Ari will be disappointed--you've got to be the best, or Father will be disappointed." She let out a heavy sigh, her eyes turning to the fireplace as she thought through both of their dilemmas. "Maybe you can try a different way. Who do you think will be the captain next year? Get in their favor, and maybe you won't need to be amazing to make the team. Knowing the right people is always good."
@declan
kasia's tiny terror // 5'0" // crushing on edmund rosaline // born in england // lives in london
Declan couldn't deny that determination was something to strive for. Something to work for when you wanted to be on the top of the family name's graces. Being a Tyrell came with a reputation and none of the kids should want to drag it down the mud. It was why Declan was so hateful towards the bastards, they were definitely going to drag their reputation down the mud faster than anyone could pronounce the name Tyrell in the first place.
The boy arched his brow when his sister spoke of wanting to be able to learn these potions. Declan saw how she looked up to Ari, ass kissing to it's best extend in his opinion. Ever since Declan can remember, Kat wanted to be like Ari. Ari who didn't even bat an eye at any of the other kids. Hell he wouldn't even be surprised if she didn't acknowledge his existence but yet Katrin wanted to be like her, be her. Avery hated Ariella.. she would do whatever she could to ruin that woman's life.
Girls were weird.
"I am sure she'll be mighty impressed." he said and shook his head. He doubted she would give a damn but he wasn't going to tell Kat that. "How is it the same? Brewing potions is safely in a room where it's warm and you're grounded." he said and eyed some of his wet clothes on the pile in front of the fire. "And dry.." he added. "Father will not hear about my failures.. he'll turn me away." he said, his face turning pale of fear of his father turning him away. "What if Ari does get disappointed?" he asked. "Would she turn you away?" she then spoke about knowing people and that was interesting. "Most people I know.. and tolerate.. don't like Quidditch. Not that I do either.."
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Nov 24, 2019 1:58:17 GMT
Mighty impressed. Katrin wished. Nothing she ever did seemed to be enough for Ariella, but that didn't make her want to quit. Katrin Tyrell did not quit, anything, ever. And neither did her closest brother, judging by the amount of water that was still dripping from his hair. If she could've conjured a towel, she would have.
"It is the same and you know it. It's just unfortunate that the thing you want involves getting wet." At least Katrin was good enough with potions not to have any of them explode and make a mess even worse than the one her brother was in. She shook her head at Declan's words. "But that's why you don't tell Father if you fail. If he doesn't know, it didn't happen." That was why Katrin usually attempted the potions like the ones in this book on her own. She wasn't going to let anyone laugh at her for even a second, not Ari, not any of her other siblings, or classmates, or Edmund.
"I don't really know any Quidditch players either. But that shouldn't stop you." The only Quidditch player Katrin knew well was Sally, and she would never try to subject Declan to that obnoxiously loud Puff. "We should pick someone and meet them. And make you look so good they have no other choice."
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kasia's tiny terror // 5'0" // crushing on edmund rosaline // born in england // lives in london
Declan had so many ideas and hopes he could impress his father but the opposite seemed to be true. All he did was disappoint and it was quite surprising Katrin didn't seem to think he was a disgrace. What if Parker was right? What if he became like Ozzy? Though Ozzy and Ariella were still close he did believe once father retired, Ozzy would get involved with the business through Ariella, she never did anything with Ozzy by her side. The boy arched his brow a little when Katrin told him about not telling father. Wouldn't that be the same as lying to the man?
"You mean lie?" he asked her a bit confused of what she wanted him to do. "Like you don't tell him about what's his name? the Rosaline boy?" he asked her and cocked his head. "I see the way you look at him you know, it's quite obvious." he told her and shook his wet hair like a dog. "You might need to compose yourself better sister if you don't want others to notice." he adviced her and leaned back a little. The wet clothes didn't bother him anymore really and they would dry up just fine soon enough.
"Have you seen the Slytherin team? they got CRUSHED." he said the last word a bit louder hoping some of the suckers would hear him. "They need me, though I need to stay on a broom longer than five seconds.." he mumbled.
Declan knew very well that being a drowned cat in the middle of a winter's day was not the best way to impress his father but the boy was eleven, had no accomplishments besides making a fool of himself and yet he tried more and more to impress the man. With a sigh he just sat there, ignoring his wet clothes tossed aside like they didn't matter because they didn't. If a boy stole them then maybe they'd have some quality clothing they could put to use.