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 MARSHALL TOFT on Sept 28, 2019 21:53:29 GMT
i fell into a burning ring of fire
Marshall wasn't usually a social creature. He liked keeping to himself most of the time, but that didn't mean he didn't need human interaction. Or at least mostly human interactions. Some people didn't consider him, and others like him, human anymore. That's why he generally kept to himself. Still, there wasn't any law against him going to a pub and having a drink.
Despite this, he chose to drink at a more seedy pub. Sure, it was dodgier, but he wasn't a stranger to dives and bar fights, which was fortunate because it wasn't long after he showed up that one broke out. He wanted to keep out of it, but when someone took a swing at him, he had to get involved. It was just a matter of principle. His attacker tried to back down when he saw just how tall Marshall was, but after that, it didn't take long for the squabble to die down and the most heated patrons to get taken out of the building.
Nursing a bruise that was forming on his face, he sat back down and ordered another whiskey, having second thoughts as to if he actually needed to spend time around actual people. On the rare occasion, any of his animals hurt him it was never intentional. People were unpredictable creatures that he wasn't sure he'd ever understand. Luckily whiskey was easy enough to understand.
Post by MAGGIE O'CONNOR on Oct 2, 2019 1:59:10 GMT
Maggie apparated to the restaurant with a load of her mother's jams in Diagon Alley. The red head took a breathe as she set down the case, wiping away a bit of sweat. It wasn't the most graceful drop, but then again, she never pretended she was the most graceful creature. She examined the jars, and despite her usual rotten luck she actually managed to not break any of them. She gave a sigh as she got the money and tucked it away for safe keeping. She sighed as she nodded to the woman, getting the usual uncomfortable reaction from the woman.
It wasn't exactly a secret that Maggie was a werewolf-- the scars from her chest to the shoulder we're mostly gone thanks to the healers... However they hadnt managed to clear the bite mark itself and still appeared at her chest and shoulder. She pursed her lips, " Right... Ill just..." She paused, walking out as she pulled her coat in tight and put a on her scarf. The last thing she needed was more judgement.
However it seemed judgement was the least of her worries...
As the red head walked down the alley, some jackass picked at her pocket and ran, "Oi!" She exclaimed, running after the man, down Diagon Alley into Knockturn Alley. She ran and ran, yelling a slew of vulgarities until the woman inevitably tripped... And lost him. She was courageous... Though certainly not the most coordinated person. She growled under her breathe as she wiped of her jacket. No money for her ma and da, no job, a werewolf... It'd been years, and yet it still felt like she couldn't get her footing-- both physically and metaphorically.
She huffed as she looked over to see what she could only call a seedy bar, but even a seedy bar was warm in winter compared to a wet street-- and hopeful she could get a bloody drink of water after that unnecessary cardio. Walking in with her now somewhat dirtied jean, the woman did her best not to make eye contact. Knockturn Alley certainly had a... Reputation that she didnt particularly want to get involved with. "Could I get a water?" She aske, butone courses the request was met with a scoff and an eye roll.
She tried to ignore the blatant rudeness (and likely nonexistant service for someone who only wanted water) as she noticed a man hurt. The corner of her mouth twitch a bit as she considered minding her own busines, but even after getting laid-off she still couldnt just not help someone who clearly needed it. "You need a hand?" The red head asked in a calm tone," I have quite a bit of experiance in post-skirmish lascerations."
Marshall raised an eyebrow at the girl who'd approached him. She was a young woman, really. By most accounts she looked like she didn't belong there. Granted he felt like he didn't belong there either so he couldn't really talk. He raised an offer when she offered to mend some of his wounds. "Um...I guess I wouldn't be opposed to it," he said. He wasn't a stranger to pain so a few cuts and bruises were the least of his worries. It was then that he realized that the woman hadn't been served yet. "HEY!" he barked at the bartender. "The lady wants a drink. It ain't gonna kill you to be decent and get her one." Marshall was aware that people found him intimidating at times. Not that he blamed them. Everyone seemed so small to him. In reality he was just a tower.
"So what's someone with experience in 'post-skirmish lacerations' doin' in a place like this?" He looked a little closer and found the answer for himself before she gave it to him. "Oh I see," he said, tugging on his shirt collar, gently advising her to adjust her shirt. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna rat you out. I'd show you mine, but I'd have to take off my shirt and that'd probably make you uncomfortable."
"I don't mean to pry, but your...evidence seems pretty fresh," he said. "I know it's a bitch to deal with, pardon my french. If you wanna talk about it I got ears. I'm goin' on fifteen years now so you could call me a seasoned veteran."
Post by MAGGIE O'CONNOR on Dec 4, 2019 1:59:59 GMT
She smiled politely, taking his hand as she began to make quick work of the marks. She was though a bit taken aback as he spoke up on her drink. She was quick to help others, but it was no secret that people didn't go out of their way for her. Maybe Jack, Derek, or Lizzy but to be honest she couldn't blame people on their reluctance. It wasn't just the fact she was a werewolf, but most didn't want the backlAsh of helping her kind thanks to all the hate and laws put in place by the ministry. "Thank you, " She remarked simply, off3ring a smile.
"Gotta find work where you can, aye?" She replied, fixing her collar in a casual manner to avoid any unwanted attention, " Wasnt exactly a secret. I worked for St. Mungo's when I was taken in the night of.. This, " She replied, " But I do prefer to keep my discretion so... Thank you, again, " She replied as she finished up his hand, " There you are. Right as rain, " She smiled, taking the glass as the bartender finally came over with a water, " Thanks, " She remarked, shooting the man behind the counter to tell him to piss off.
"Uncomfortable seeing you without a shirt? I've seen others far more indecent in the hospital. To be honest, I wouldn't flinch, but I appreciate the chivalry, " She smirked a bit, both hands placed at the base of the glass.
"Those scars are actually pretty old. I've a few marks fresh from getting into it with something. My... Other half has a proclivity for trouble, " She chuckled, " I've been like this for a few years now, to be honest. Though not fifteen," She replied as she took a drink, " I'm Maggie, by the way, " She offered a hand.
Marshall shrugged off her thanks. He usually tried to be decent to others, but he also understood that there were times when a firmer hand was needed. The world was an awful place, but that didn't mean he had to add to the garbage that was in it.
When she finished with his hand he held it out and flexed his fingers. She was a healer. That was interesting. Very interesting. Don't throw it out on her yet, he thought to himself. Feel it out a little bit first.He was a blunt man, but he knew when to be cautious. Usually. "I take it they don't have you at the hospital anymore then," he said. "That's a shame. Couldn't have been easy, I figure.I'm sorry. What're you doing now? I mean, if you don't mind my askin'. I didn't mean to pry. If it makes you feel better my mama's the one who bit the big one. Honestly, I dunno if that makes it better or worse. It's garbage all ways around."
"Well I don't intend to show you anything that'd trouble your little bonnet," he assured her. "I got a pretty bruise around here that's a sight to behold, but that's just an occupational hazard."
When she offered him her hand he took it and rather than shaking it he took it like he might kiss it, but he didn't. He'd learned at a young age that not all girls liked that. It became increasingly clear that this was the case when he'd tried to do the same to his cousin's daughter when she was a little girl. She'd ended up laughing at him. It was hard to recover dignity lost at the hands of a six year old girl. "Name's Marshall Toft, at your service."
