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!
Reginald finished his lengthy shower routine. He always locked the door behind him and took his sweet time for his daily routine. The Gryffindor valued his privacy. When he showered the make up like cream washed from his body, revealing his scars. Which could never be seen by anyone within this school. They’d ruin his reputation and show his weaknesses. After taking a shower he applied a new layer and dried his hair. One small touch of channel and boom. Stunning.
Wearing his red fancy bathrobe, he returned to the dorm and immediately his nose curled up. Reginald couched at the very smell. “You really need to shower, Greyson. I can smell the damp of smoke from here. Disgusting.” Then his jaw dropped when he saw Evan with an animal (again). “Get rid of that thing. Greyson’s old people scent is one thing but we don’t need this room to smell of piss. Urgh I can’t believe you two.” He lived in a house with a lot of people and still it smelled better than this shit hole.
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Sept 14, 2019 9:37:55 GMT
After an extremely long day of tending to a fellow student's cat, whose claw had been ripped from its pad when it had made an unsuccessful attempt to use a painting to scratch. Evan had reassured the student that the cat should be fine as long as it remained contained as best as possible and that the claw would either grow back as normal or not... it could go either way at the moment. He'd given the student special treats that had been infused with anti-inflammatory potions for pets and showed the student how to wash the wound.
When he'd gotten back to his dorm-room, Evan was tired. Tending to an animal was like doing up his own shoe-laces; Evan was pretty certain he could do it in the dark and with relative ease. Handling the human who owned the animal was a whole other skill set that the boy was yet to master. "Thank Merlin wild animals do not have human counterparts, eh, Mr Feathertail?" Evan spoke to his large black-and-white cat that padded along obediently beside him on the stairs up to the room. The Gryffindor boy was knackered. Honestly, if he were a cab-horse in 18th century England, they'd have shipped him off to the glue-factory this evening.
Evan flopped onto his designated bed and Mr Feathertail jumped up onto his midsection, causing Evan to let out a "ooof!" because for all the fluff, there was still a decent amount of actual weight behind it. Suddenly, the self-proclaimed Prince of Hogwarts flounced into the room and Evan propped himself up with his elbows when he was addressed. "Good evening Regi, you're looking... stunning as always," he didn't really feel like getting into an argument and he'd found the easiest way to deal with the other boy was to stroke his ego. Evan still wasn't talking to their other housemate. Nope. "How has your day been?"
TAG: @reginald GREYSON AVERY NB: The Emporer Penguin is Evan’s carporeal patronus, when he learns it.
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Sept 29, 2019 3:05:43 GMT
There were some days - like today - that Greyson could not stand his roommates. Wood, despite being the world's biggest wet freaking blanket, was... tolerable, at times. But Jones? Fuck. No. He couldn't stand the kid, all pompous and high and mighty and crap. Jones liked to act like he was the world's most handsome prince when really, he was more on par with a jester, minus the humour of course.
Laying on his bed, arms folded beneath his head, Grey spared a glance towards Evan who was doing... whatever the hell he did with his cat on top of him... and then snorted loudly as Reginald pranced out of the bathroom, making ridiculous demands like Greyson was going to listen to him. "I'd rather need a shower than smell like I bathed in an old granny's perfume," he replied, eyes rolling... and then rolling once again as Evan started complimenting the prat. "Got wood much over Jones, Wood? I'm disappointed, man. Thought you'd have better taste."
Reginald crossed his arms and huffed. “I know that, Evan. Thank you for reminding me but that isn’t going to get you away from the issue in the room. Why is there a fur shedder in this room? I swear if I catch any piece of hair on my side of the room, I’m going to scream. And you don’t like me screaming because you’ll guaranteed get ear damage,” he warned the blonde. Despite the Wood’s good looks, he was just a weirdo. Regi wouldn’t be surprised if the guy turned out to be a furry. Yikes. That was never going to be written in his stories. “My day would’ve been better if I returned to a dorm that didn’t smell like a crematorium,” he sneered that last part into the direction of the filthiest of in the room. Regi hated the smell of ash and cigarettes. It stained on everywhere Avery went.
“Unfortunately, you manage to smell like both,” he sassed at the reply of Greyson. “Don’t try to diss my Channel please. She is a power woman that deserves all the respect in the world.” Regi had a hand on his hip and huffed. In fact, he would very much like to introduce this tosser to the grace that was Coco Channel. The redhead took his perfume bottle and walked towards Greyson. Threatening the younger boy. “It seems Wood at least has a pair of brains, you seem to be severely lacking those.” Wait why was he sticking up for wood, gross. “Playing the tsundere archetype doesnn’t flatter you, Avery.” He knew Avery adored him, they all did. EVAN OLIVER WOOD, GREYSON AVERY,
Post by EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Dec 29, 2019 23:35:55 GMT
** this was so freaking late I am so sorry**
The sounds of a snort came from across the room and Evan’s lip almost tweaked into a small smile because yes, he was aware how ridiculous their roommate was. Still, Evan refused to acknowledge Greyson’s presence with even a quick glance towards him so he rubbed Mr Feathertail’s chin idly as Reginald thanked him for reminding him he was stunning. ”Don’t worry Regi, my Ma has taught me a very useful anti-fur charm that I’ve cast all over your side of the bedroom. Honestly, if you deigned to come over this side I wouldn’t be surprised if your very presence parted the sea of fur in the rest of the room,” Evan said with a warm chuckle and, just to prove a point he gave Mr Feathertail a very long, firm stroke that rendered a decent layer of fur to come off in his hand. He wiped it off onto the duvet cover.
”Well I think you smell... pretty,”awful Evan finished in his own mind, before Greyson asked if he had a ... a sexual fancy for the boy. Evan’s lips pursed into a tight grimace as he had to bite his tongue and not directly respond to Greyson - instead he felt it prudent to correct Reginald when he said that Evan had a pair of brains. ”Thank you Regi but I honestly just have one brain like the rest of you. I just tend to use it more often than some,”do not look at Greyson. Do not.
”Are you about ready for bed then? I swear that as soon as my head hits this pillow I’ll be out for the count.”
TAG: @reginald & GREYSON AVERY NB: The Emperor Penguin is Evan’s corporeal patronus, when he learns it.
There were some days - like today - that Greyson could not stand his roommates. Wood, despite being the world's biggest wet freaking blanket, was... tolerable, at times. But Jones? Fuck. No. He couldn't stand the kid, all pompous and high and mighty and crap. Jones liked to act like he was the world's most handsome prince when really, he was more on par with a jester, minus the humour of course.
