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!
There was a saying that rich people did dangerous things when they were bored. Reginald was both of the things. The sixteen year old Gryffindor was the prime example of what happened if people with a lot of money didn’t get the proper education on it’s value. Since he had no parents to spoil him, Reginald decided to spoil himself. The little note he received was enough to start his little fantasies. He didn’t even feel bad for lying about not having spread the rumour. Perhaps he would eventually tell, but he was curious where this would take him first.
Reginald had made a special castle chamber of the room of requirement. None of it made sense but that didn’t matter. It was a little fantasy setting, not a historical replica. Inside the room was a giant fairy tale bed. A corner with painting materials was ready if needed. Several dresses and armor Reginald made himself were displayed on mannequins. Perhaps next time he should invite a princess instead of a knight into his little castle. The Prince himself was wearing a fine costume himself complete with a self crafted tiara. His house elf Henry was wearing a butler suit. It was quite a challenge to get the elf dressed and keeping him reminded this wasn’t a gift but an order. But Regi knew Henry would never accept being freed from service. Henry tended to look down on elves that were free.
Once he was set up, the young Prince settled himself on his throne and awaited the arrival of his flexible knight. He twisted a glass of expensive wine between his fingers and sipped from it. When it was starting to get empty, he simply had to snap his fingers and Henry would refill it. Technically, he wasn’t allowed to drink yet but he was rich so rules didn’t apply to him. When it was time, he called upon his butler to await his guest and bring him in. The little guy bowed and left the room.
Henry guarded the door while waiting for Matheus. When the seventh year arrived, the elf gestured towards the door. “Welcome, your prince awaits you, ser Matheus.”
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Sept 20, 2019 11:13:38 GMT
A letter from a 'prince' as well as an invitation to be apart of his audience was, quite simply, too intriguing for Matheus to turn down especially when the 'prince' had seemed so impressed by his mention of flexibility. Matheus was never one to deny someone something they wanted, especially when it concerned himself. With a wink and a flash of his abs, Matheus happily showed off to the masses on a regular basis in fact.
Sauntering towards the Room of Requirement, Matheus wondered if perhaps this prince was as handsome as he pictured. If he had long, flowing dark locks and impressive sword kept in his pants - by his belt loop, of course... he wondered if the man was charming, or whether he was an unbearable little brat who needed to be taught a good lesson or two, something Matheus would happily provide him with.
Just as Matheus' reached the room, a small house elf on standby caught his attention and Matheus blinked down at him because man, this 'prince' was going to the nines if the house elf belonged to him. What had the house elf been doing in there? Getting food ready, or...? He'd never turn down a good meal but Matheus did feel bad about others preparing it given most of his life, he'd cooked at home to provide for his family whilst his mum worked. It was just the way their family had operated.
With am aborted nod as the elf gestured towards the room, Matheus' hand paused on the handle before pushing it open and the sight that beheld him was... extravagant, more over the top than a room he'd ever been in before, and the interior very much matched the boy who was sitting down wearing some weird Renaissance costume, a crown poised on his head. The boy's strange appearance didn't deter Matheus, however, as he moved forward with his brows raised and took a seat. "All that's missing is a feast... oh, wait -" A lascivious grin graced Matheus as he jabbed a finger at himself, "- here I am."
Reginald’s lips curled up in a smile as his guest arrived. “Welcome to my humble accommodation,” he greeted the older Gryffindor with a nod in his direction. His eyes ran over Matheus, rating him. He didn’t look half bad for a commoner. Then again everyone in his kingdom was important and had a role to play. The Prince supposed he wouldn’t be a real prince if he didn’t keep secret harlots in court. Plenty of Princes and Kings did unspeakable things behind closed doors. Today, he’d write a sinful page in his story book. “Indeed which is why I have summoned you to my court. Only the best of the best are granted with the chance to entertain me. You have been selected, Ser Matheus. I have heard quite the stories about you,” he said, sipping his wine. His eyes shimmered mischievously. “Very interesting ones.”
With a snap of his fingers, Henry came towards him holding a plate. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t offer my guest a drink and some snacks. Is there anything your heart desires? Wine? Champagne? Longmorn 23 years? Name it, I have it,” he suggested several options. They would have to start somewhere, and the night was still young. Lightweight as he was, Reginald didn’t need many drinks before he was starting to feel something. He finished his wine and decided to have what ever Matheus picked.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Sept 22, 2019 10:39:26 GMT
"Humble, yeah. Definitely. Can't get more humble than what looks like the quarters for royalty," Matheus shot back, lips twitching in amusement because this? It was the total opposite of humble. As Regi looked over his form, Matheus indulged him by giving a little show, stretching upwards so his shirt lifted, flashing his well-toned abs to the redhead. But then, he choked - something he didn't do very often, thanks to his absolute superb gag reflex - because Regi was talking about summoning him and giving him the chance to 'entertain' him. Like he was somebody for hire, and, well... Immediately, Matheus was leaning backwards in his chair, considering. "I'm great at entertaining people, but there has to be something in it for me. What are you offering?"
Sparing a glance at the house elf, Matheus was hit with a funny feeling of guilt yet again. It didn't seem right, ordering around a house elf like he was a common dog - well, a really smart dog but an animal nonetheless. Shaking his head, Matheus turned down the offer before his attention was on Regi once more. His eyes skimmed over what the boy was wearing again, and he donned an easy grin as he asked, "So, what's with the costume? Got a roleplay kink? 'Cause, y'know... I'm pretty chill with anything but ask me to dress up as a court jester for your entertainment then I'm gone."
“Well, I’m still a Prince of course. If I start welcoming my dear guests in a shack there would be whispers of shame,” Reginald mused, tracing his finger over the arm of his charm. His eyes were caught by the skin peering from under Matheus’ shirt. Having never gotten this close to someone like this before, his cheeks turned as red as his hair. Damn. Reginald quickly cleared his throat and sat upright in his seat as the other Gryffindor started negotiating. “Of course there is. I’m an honorable Prince. I reward those who serve me,” he ensured the other male he wouldn’t leave empty handed. What was he offering? “Tell me, Ser. What is it you desire? I’ll see what I can do to make it happen,” he mused with a silver tongue.
The moment when Matheus declined his offer, Henry gasped in offence. The elderly elf came to Reginald’s side and tiptoed. “My lord. Our guest is being disrespectful. May I escort him to the dungeons?” Reginald sighed and shook his head. “Henry we don’t imprison people just because they decline a drink,” he told the little creature. Which only resulted in a pouty elf. “He thinks I’m a bad butler. Well I think he is a horrible knight,” he huffed and gave the Brazilian boy a stink eye.
“Don’t give me that look. You’re doing a great job,” Reginald cheered on his elf because this was starting to get embarrassing. The elf was smiling again at last. Sighing, The Prince quickly turned to their guest. “I kindly request you don’t decline Henry’s service any further. He is a proud one,” he chuckled in an apologetic manner.
Matheus’ remark had him raise an eyebrow. He leaned towards the older boy and touched his arm. “Don’t tell me you’re a vanilla,” said the virgin to the experienced male. “Then all pretty stories I heard about you are just that: pretty stories,” he said with a disappointed look on his face. With that being said he snapped his fingers again and an entire costume rack appeared. “No jester because there is nothing sexy about a clown,” he said, shivering at the mere thought. “You can take up any role you want. The brave Knight coming to rescue the prince, a dark rogue who kidnapped the prince. Think of it I have it as long as it suits within the story. You can choose your own part.”
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 4, 2019 11:27:09 GMT
"Ah, yeah. Merlin forbid if you start welcoming your 'dear guests' into a classroom or ask them to come hang out with you in the common room instead," Matheus said, watching with amused eyes as Regi first trailed his finger down his arm, and then took a good gander at his body. He didn't blame him, he worked hard on his body and he looked good for it too. He tensed, letting the muscles of his stomach tense for show. It was impressive how red his cheeks turned, and Matheus wondered... did he flush all over? "I desire not being called ser for one, man. It's weird. Just call me Matheus, or Mat... or sexy. I'm definitely up for some sexy name-calling." He threw a wink in for good measure, trying to persuade the boy that calling him sexy was much better than ser. He wasn't a professor, though he wasn't against playing one in certain scenarios.
It turned out that the elf was just as prissy as Reginald seemed to be, asking if he could escort him to the dungeons. "Do you have handcuffs down there? Maybe if you do, I'll let you," he joked, eyes dancing with amusement once more before darting to Reginald. "No offense meant, but this isn't really my thing. I don't like meeting people who think I only like them for their money 'cause I'm dirt poor. I don't like people because of how many galleons they have in their pocket. I like them 'cause they are."
Matheus wasn't really sure how saying he was pretty chill with anything read as being vanilla, and he let out a loud laugh in reply, shaking his head. "What are you trying to tell me? You're what, rainbow?" He'd be very surprised if the other boy was and he'd say it was always the quiet ones but... Reginald Jones definitely wasn't a quiet one. In fact, he had a hell of a mouth on him. Glancing at the entire costume rack that appeared suddenly, like Matheus was meant to just choose a costume off the coathanger, slide it onto his body and give the other boy a show, he raised his bushy brows once more. "What, you're telling me that you have no preference? That's not very princely of you, Reginald."
This meeting did not go the way Reginald had planned. He’d hoped that Matheus was fun and would play along with the little game. Instead the guy was questioning everything. “What part of roleplay don’t you understand?” The younger Gryffindor mumbled and shook his head. “When I plan to do shameful things, I don’t appreciate people watching. I don’t know about you? Well, you actually strike me as the type who would love an audience,” his lips curled into a rare genuine smile for the first time. Even if this guy wasn’t as playful as he’d hoped, the body didn’t leave much for the imagination. Reginald took notes of how the muscles looked in certain light so he could use them as reference material later. He bit his lip and for a moment he considered picking up sword fighting again to work on his own physique. “Again, that was part of the role playing. But you made it very clear you’re not interested in playing a fearsome and handsome knight,” he said with a slight disappointment on his face.
Sexy name calling? Reginald had never taken his roleplaying to a sexual level. (note from rper to Regi: filthy liar your entire little fantasy is to cover your non existing sexual life) The virgin prince blushed again and looked around the room as if sexy names were written there. “Alright then… Sexy beast. Do you want me to wear a yellow dress and play your Belle?” Reginald tried but was screaming internally.
The elf froze in the spot and Regi pulled a face. “Hey Mat, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t make moves on Henry. That’s kinda gross. He is like an uncle to me,” he dropped his character for the first time since he entered the castle walls. The virgin Gryffindor was still a little in shock even if it was only a joke.
His face fell once again but Reginald quickly picked it up. His prince-like aura returned as he moved over to sit on the arm rest of Matheus’ chair. “I’m saddened to hear you consider my worth only being money,” he said in a dramatic tone. Meanwhile his fingers played on the palm of his guest’s hand. “Who said your payment had to be cash? Like I said: name what you desire,” he said, his eyes narrowed in a flirty way. This role might be a little too dangerous after all.
Reginald had no idea what that meant. “Sure, whatever,” he shrugged towards the rainbow comment. “I think I consider myself more of a litchi flavor.” At this point he didn’t even know what he was saying himself at this point. But the metaphor of a prickly outside with a sweet inside that people would miss if they gave up because the outside didn’t suit them was awfully accurate.
When Matheus challenged his preference, he huffed and went through the rack. “Well, since you claim to be agile…” He took out a ranger’s costume, complete with iconic open chest. “Do you want to play the ranger who has been hired to kidnap the Prince by an enemy country? You can tie me up if you want,” he said that last part without realizing being tied up could be a very sexual thing.
“Or if you don’t fancy roleplaying at all I can drop this entire act and ask you to model for a painting. I’m currently practicing muscles and… well,” his eyes already ran over the boy’s body, stating the obvious.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 11, 2019 7:48:01 GMT
"The part where we jump straight into things instead of hanging out first and getting to know each other," Matheus said, answering Regi's mumbled questioned. Even hook-ups in bars... there was some build-up first usually, some flirting with casual touches and suggestive words. They didn't start by having a whole scenario in mind and expect him to just go along with it.
Regi's words about the audience part, however, made him let loose a laugh and he asked with a facade of innocence, "What makes you think I'd love an audience?" Regi had him dead to rights on that one because yeah... no, he did love people watching him. Call him an attention seeker or whatever, it got him off and he wasn't ashamed of that. The smile that graced Regi's face after he pointed it out, however, was cute. It seemed different somehow, like it was real and not something put on for show. "Why do you think it's shameful?"
Sexy beast. Dressing in a yellow dress and playing his Belle. Matheus tried his very best not to laugh because it seemed like Regi was making an effort, his cheeks stained pink all the while. "Is that what you want or what you think I want to hear?"
Matheus had been joking, obviously he didn't want the house elf to handcuff him and play out some big ol' bondage scene with him in the dungeon, but Regi seemed so serious about it all that Matheus just nodded. "Yeah, sorry, man. Won't ask you about handcuffs again. Hand to God." He even did the little movement to go along with it, raising his hand. Then he turned to Regi, brows raised. "So can Henry be excused then while we talk? No offence, man, but it's kinda weird talking about this stuff with someone like your uncle around."
"You've got your room set up with expensive furniture. You're offering me expensive food and wine. You've got a house elf walking around like your servant. You've got a crown on your head and yet you wonder why I consider your worth being your money. Maybe it's cause you're flashing it about like you are," Matheus said with a shrug, because those words Regi had just said? Saying that Matheus considered his worth only being money when that was the image Regi projected to others? It was stupid and made him out to be some sort of arsehole. The boy made a point to flash about his 'riches' at every opportunity, it seemed like, with Christmas being only one example. "What do you have to offer besides money? I'd like to know."
Turning the question back on Regi didn't seem to phase the boy who went rifling through his rack, coming up with all sort of 'kinky' scenarios before finally... he dropped the act, suggesting Matheus could model for him. "Let's do the modelling then. I'll let you oogle my well-toned muscles," he said, adopting a cheeky tone. Who knew, maybe it could lead into something more... organically, than some forced roleplaying scenario. Maybe he could get to know Regi as more than just the little rich boy who went around calling people peasants, expecting them to do as he pleased.
“The part where?” Reginald muttered the words after Matheus had said them. “I thought that was how-” The younger Gryffindor’s face started glowing. He’d assumed that was how Matheus liked things. No, he assumed that was how stuff like that went. How could he have known? How much experience did Reginald have on this matter? None. Now this was embarrassing. He turned away his face from the Brazilian boy. What the hell? This meeting was one big disaster. Nobody should see him like this. What should he do if Matheus started spreading word of this? Reginald would yeet himself in an early grave if that would be the case. “Getting to know each other?” Tsk. What does that even mean?
He gasped at the laugh and turned back his head. “Wa?! Well for starters you don’t strike me as someone who’d care what people think. You’re confident and heck I don’t know. Some people think it’s sexy to be watched, you just seemed like the type who-” Yeah Regi, you should’ve shut your dumbass mouth a little sooner. What the heck? This guy was starting to get under his skin. It was too late now, Regi couldn’t return to the ice queen persona. They’d just both have to die to spare them both from a terrible fate. He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s just so sweaty. It’s messy, raw, true, dirty, hot and ugly. I don’t need other people to see that.” Heck he had never experienced it, how did he know what he liked? Just talking about it made him feel giddy. It was very different from writing and reading adult novels.
Was it what he wanted or what he thought Matheus wanted? “You tell me,” he mused with an almost flirty smile on his face as he pulled a dress from the rack and held it in front of him. “Do you think I’d look dashing in a dress? Or would you prefer to see me in something else?” His eyelashes flashed at the muscular male. Look at those bulking muscles. How hot it’d be if Matheus would just tear off the clothes of his body with pure strength.
“Thank you.” It was a great relief they found agreement about Henry. Regi turned to the elderly elf and gave him a small nod. “Understood, sir,” the elf bowed down and vanished. Reginald watched him disapparate and was left with the realisation that he was truly alone with Matheus right now. Regi had never been alone with someone who wasn’t from his so called fake family. With curious eyes he looked back at the other male, wondering what’d happen now.
His jaw clenched as Matheus pointed out the obvious. Perhaps he was right. Everyone was always only nice to him because they wanted some of his money. It was all fake and he hated it. But it drew people towards him in awe instead of making them turn away. So fake friends were better than none, right? Who was Reginald even anyways? Money was no personality. The strawberry blonde was awfully quiet. “I’m sorry, I just like to play a role.” And be someone. With a deep breath, all the furniture in the room of requirement had summoned for him vanished. Instead it now turned into something he required; a safe and warm place. What remained was a room that looked awfully similar to the Jones’ living room. It was simple, big yet cozy. Reginald, now crownless stood up. He grabbed Matheus by the arm and tugged him along. “I can write but I’m not ready for the world to read those stories yet. I made the costumes you saw earlier. And I can also paint. Just watch, I’ll blow your hat off. Not that you’re wearing one but imagine you do,” he said with another type of confidence. His face lit up and he smiled from ear to ear.
In the same room a white canvas stood ready, surrounding it all the painting tools he needed. “Very well,” he nodded. “Undress, that’s an -” Before he could say order, Reginald corrected himself. “A request necessary to get the wanted result.” The little cheeky tease had the Gryffindor steaming. “S-shut up y-you- beast.” Embarrassed he took the bait, he hid himself behind the canvas. “Watch out, I’ll give you a french mustache if you’re not careful enough,” he teased back in a more childlike manner. MATHEUS DELGADO ,
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 19, 2019 6:36:22 GMT
"Yeah, maybe it's how it goes in skeezy bars, but you're sixteen and... no offence, but with the way you're talking and blushing, you're either a virgin or don't have much experience - which isn't anything to be embarrassed about - and it's a stupid idea to just... jump straight into things," Matheus said bluntly. Jumping into things without talking, barely getting to know the person you're about to hook up with... he did it sometimes, but never ever with people who were practically virgins. It lead to hurt feelings, something he'd discovered time and time again, and he liked to make things clear before jumping into stuff. "Yeah, getting to know each other. Like... what do you like to do? What are you interested in?"
Matheus cracked a great big smile as Regi called him out. "Nah, you're right. I like being watched. Love it, in fact," he said, shrugging one shoulder. "Who wouldn't like to watch me either? All this bod, people gobble it up... literally and figuratively." He chucked an exaggerated wink in there to go with his words. "Sex is all those things... and if you don't like certain things then that's cool. Whatever floats you boat. But it's not shameful and it's not ugly either. It can be dirty, but usually that's just people's mouths, not the act itself."
"I think you'd look dashing in whatever you wear," he told Regi honestly. People dressing up in clothes? Yeah, okay, it was nice, but he preferred them sans clothing.
I just like to play a role. Voice quietening for once, a severe juxtaposition to just how loud he normally was, he asked, "What's wrong with just being yourself?" He hadn't seen Regi with many other people and perhaps... they'd like him better if he was more genuine. He watched as Regi stood up, before letting him manhandle him over to a corner. He let out a low whistle as he listened to Regi list all of his talents before adopting a flirtatious tone, "Your talents are much more innocent than mine... maybe if you're lucky, I'll blow more than your hat - well, crown off later."
Then he finally stopped in front of a large white canvas, grinning as Regi all but ordered him to strip. "Hope you like what you see," he said before his very nimble fingers gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head with yet another wink. "A French mustache, hey? That's offending my delicate Brazilian sensibilities right there, Regi."