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!
Freya didn't get many nights off. Granted, her work wasn't that hard. She just had to smile, look pretty, make her client believe that he was funny (although most of them weren't), and completely relinquish any dignity she might still have. Sure, it wasn't difficult, but it was hard on her emotionally. Even when she didn't sleep with her clients, she felt like a mindless accessory, equivalent to that of a barbie doll. She was intelligent, and she was proud of that, but that didn't to her any good now.
She'd arranged to have a few days off and tucked into a dive bar called The Deepthorn for a drink. If she had to be alone, she might as well have been alone with other lonely people. Something was comforting about being in the dirty old pub. Usually, her clients took her to more...classy places. She'd been to government functions, mansions, hotels where they charged you 200 galleons a night, and while the beauty and glamour of these places weren't lost on her, she never felt like she belonged there. Here, in this, frankly, shitty pub, she felt like she could relax. She could be herself and didn't have to worry about anyone touching her unless she wanted them to.
Or...so, she thought.
An arm slid around her shoulders, and a stranger pulled her into his body, saying, 'Are you a veela? Because you've charmed me blind.' She rolled her eyes at this, silently wishing that the man was blind because if he were, he probably wouldn't have latched onto her. She tried to politely tell the man that she was waiting for someone, hoping that he'd take the hint and back off. Sadly, he didn't, and his advances only got worse. She wriggled out of his arm, but when he was bold enough to put a hand on her thigh, she was so startled that in her attempt to get away she fell off her stool onto the ground. The man gave her a drunken grin and tried to help her up, but Freya was furious at this point. "If you touch me again, then you're going to leave this pub missing a hand," she snarled. She got enough of this treatment at work. She didn't need it on one of her nights off.
There was a time where Ciar swore he wouldn’t become his father (an angry bitter drunk) and yet there Ciar Stevens was, in a damn dive bar ordering a few shots for himself. Okay, so he wasn’t an angry bitter drunk like his old man but he didn’t drink as much as he did now a few years prior. This past year has been stressful enough with his job and traveling, then his parents divorcing. And the emotional abuse his sister had suffered due to their father thinking women were less than men. That they didn’t deserve to have a high ranking career. Ciar admired the women in his life (mother & sister) because they were successful in their own way. No one can make them back down, and he respected them for it. But being a protective ass that he is, he wanted to make sure no one messed with them anymore.
Ciar had been sitting at the bar drinking his shots when he noticed the man and woman together, or so he thought. He had watched them while he had downed his row of shots, and when it seemed that she didn’t want anything to do with the male he knew he had to step in. He had slammed the shot glass down, standing up from his stool and headed toward them. It was too late when he noticed her fall off the stool and he rushed forward, shaking his head and roughly shoved the male back. ”When a lady says no, she means no. Respect the lady, asshole.” he said and turned his attention to the female.
”Are you okay, miss?” he asked, offering his hands to help her off the floor. ”I can have him thrown out of here.” he offered, looking toward the male with a cold glare.
”Leave, sir.”
He was in no mood to deal with drunken idiots.
@freya,
6'01" || The Womanizer || Single set made by erenae of sp
The man standing above her looked as angry as she felt. For a moment, she thought that he would hit her. Part of her wished that he would. If he hit her, then she'd destroy him. Before anything like that could happen, however, another patron of the bar shoved the man away from her. She'd been expecting to have to fend the creep off herself, but she found herself pleasantly surprised. She took her rescuer's hand and let him help her up before she looked at him. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was handsome. Not that that really would matter either way to her. He was decent. That was better than attractive any day.
She moved slightly behind her rescuer, linking her arm through his. She didn't realize that she'd done it, but it made her feel more secure. Freya looked back at the man who had knocked her out of her chair, glaring daggers at him. She gave a single, curt nod when she was asked if she was alright and if she wanted to have the man thrown out. Part of her wanted him to refuse so that she had a more valid excuse to punch him square in the nose, but he left.
When the man was gone, she was still holding onto the stranger's arm. She let go on him and took a step away, her cheeks slightly pink. "Thanks for that," she said. "Can I buy you a drink? It's the least I could do...though I wouldn't have minded having an excuse to break that bloke's face." She realized how aggressive that made her sound, so she added, "I'm not usually a violent person, but I have my limits." She hoped he'd be alright with her buying him a drink. Hell, he'd earned several drinks. Also...it would be an excuse not to drink alone. "I'm Freya, by the way."
Some people would ask why Ciar was in a place like this when he could buy several drinks for himself, and stay in his crappy apartment. His answer would be simple. He would say he didn’t want to drink alone, because if he was alone, he was bound to do something stupid. There were times when Ciar would lie back in his bed, thinking about how he could get rid of his father for once and for all. How he can make sure the old man didn’t mess around with the women in his life again, and how he didn’t want to end up like the man. Single, and alone. Okay, so he was single and alone because he didn’t trust anyone with his heart. The male had his heart broken once because his fiancee decided to cheat on him whenever he was away. And how there was a 50/50 chance of her child being his or the man she cheated with. He didn’t want to know.
The Quidditch player had felt as the female he had protected from some pervert wrap her arm around his but he had paid no mind to it. He wanted to make sure this gentleman didn’t come near her again, and he was willing to get into a fist fight for a stranger because his mood was as sour as the sour skittles he had tried earlier that evening. When the man had chosen to back down, he relaxed his tense shoulders and he turned to look at the female he had protected. He was glad she was all right, and he wouldn’t turn down a free drink.
”It’s no problem, miss. Men can be pigs.” he said, and took one glance at the door before he gave her a nod. ”Sure, I’d like that.” he said, gesturing toward the empty stools at the bar nearby. ”I’m pleased to meet you, Freya. I’m Ciar.” he said with a polite smile.
@freya,
6'01" || The Womanizer || Single set made by erenae of sp
Freya scoffed a bit. She knew a thing or two about men being pigs. One of the clients had very...peculiar tastes. He'd paid her handsomely in exchange for letting him suck on her toes and lead him around his bedroom on a leash like he was a dog. Frankly, it was one of the more shameful moments of her life, but he'd paid her enough that she didn't have to work for more than a month, so she tried not to think about it.
"Yes, men can certainly be...troubling. You seem like a decent fellow, though. There's a small part of me that's sure you must be a figment of my imagination." She reached up and gently put her hand on his face and adjusted the position of his head so that she could look in his eyes. After looking in his eyes for a few seconds, she gave him a small smile. "You see real, but I suppose one can never be too careful."
She sat in one of the stools and called the bartender over to them. "Hello again. Double whiskey for me and whatever the gentleman would like if you please." The bartender nodded and rushed off to get their drinks. Freya crossed her legs and looked up at her rescuer again, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, Ciar, what brings you to this dive? Personally, I hate to drink alone, so it seems you've saved me in more ways than one."
Was Ciar a decent enough gentleman? Perhaps, perhaps not. There were times when he had used women for sex, and never called or wrote to them afterwards. This had been his life for the past couple of years after he broke off his engagement with his former fiancee who was cheating on him while he was away. How she had used him for his money, and once their breakup happened, she had told him she was pregnant, he told her to leave and stay out of his life. Was the child his? He had no clue, and he honestly didn’t want to know. He didn’t trust anyone with his heart anymore, and it’s why he would have many one night stands, or flings. He had a few people he can sleep with in different places, and one of them happened to be a married woman.
Once he was seated on the stool, he had looked at her when she grabbed his face and he couldn’t help but smile a bit. ”You can slap me to make sure I’m real.” he had offered, and turned toward the bartender when she had ordered her drink. ”Same as the lady.” he said with a tiny smile.
Then the question was asked, making him frown a bit. ”I just needed a drink, or several in fact. Didn’t feel like staying at home.”
@freya,
6'01" || The Womanizer || Single set made by erenae of sp
