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 PERSEPHONE LANGDON on Sept 29, 2019 5:44:21 GMT
take what you can give nothing back
It wasn't uncommon for Persie to spend her holidays with a few friends and Hades. This time it was different, however. This time it was just one friend with her. Some of her roommates talked her into setting it up so that it would just be hear and Emil alone on her big boat adrift off the shore of Greece. There were benefits to having loaded parents that trusted her unconditionally. Granted, they wouldn't have trusted her so much if they knew that the friend she was taking to Greece with her was a boy, but what they didn't know wouldn't kill them. Maybe she'd grow the nerve to tell him that she fancied him, but something told her that she probably wouldn't.
She wasn't sure where Emil was, but he couldn't have gotten too far off. From the helm, she could see that the deck was empty, so he was probably below deck. Not that he was missing out on much. She was just looking for a good place to put down the anchors. That didn't take much longer.
With Hades anchored and his sails coiled down, she was free to enjoy the sun and the vibrant blue waters. All she was missing was her company. "Emil!" she called out. "Get your arse over here. We're anchored, and I have wine!" She heaved a sigh as she plopped down on one of her padded lounge chairs and poured herself a glass. She loved Greece. She didn't know why she went anywhere else.
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Sept 30, 2019 4:14:10 GMT
If something went wrong, Emil couldn't even tell his parents about this. They were convinced he was with an entirely different friend, a male one. It was the most daring thing Emil, the prefect who never even got detention, had ever done in his life. Magic meant they could get back quicker than with the boat alone, but it wasn't as if they could Apparate across the continent at this age. It was such a risk.
But it was so beautiful. Emil hadn't realized, before he'd agreed to go on this trip with Persie, just how big the sea was. He'd only been out of the country a couple times before, to visit his grandparents in Poland, and that had been on airplanes. But wizards didn't have airplanes--although this particular witch had an entire sailboat all to herself, which he thought might be even better. He'd been worried, when she invited him, that it would be obvious that he wasn't nearly as wealthy as she was. His school uniform might be the same as everyone else's, but his old suitcase showed the truth. And to be around a gorgeous older girl like that--it was nervewracking.
But she seemed to like him just the same, which was relieving. In the days they'd been sailing, he had more of a tan than he ever even got during summers spent outside as a kid. It had to do something with the Mediterranean, he was sure. At the sound of Persie's voice, he popped his head up from inside the boat, squinting into the bright sun that was shining off the water. "Wine? I'm coming!" he called out, climbing up from belowdeck and sitting in the empty lounge chair. This was probably the most he'd ever drunk in his life, too--but only his friend would know.
Post by PERSEPHONE LANGDON on Sept 30, 2019 18:16:27 GMT
take what you can give nothing back
Persephone laughed when he said that he was coming. His enthusiasm was adorable. "There's bread and cheese too. Might be a good idea to put something in your stomach other than wine. Not that there's anything wrong with wine." She poured him a glass and took up one of her own.
She was fidgeting a little. Despite her efforts to remain collected, she was getting more nervous. 'Now would be an excellent time to tell him. Better than never,' she thought to herself. And it was true. Now would be a good time to say to him. Before she could think it through, she said, "I have a secret. But you have to promise me that you won't laugh if I tell you."
She got up and paced back and forth in front of Emil a few times before she successfully psyched herself out. She slipped her coverup off her shoulders and let it fall off before she turned back to him, smirking, and said, "I can't swim." With that said, she vaulted herself over the safety railing and jumped into the water below. It was a blatant lie, of course. She had been sailing since she was born and she could swim better than she could walk most of the time. Still, it seemed like a better thing to say than 'hey Emil, I happen to fancy you a lot.' Besides, it was getting hot, and she hadn't taken a swim since they'd set off on their little voyage. Whether he chose to join her or not was up to him.
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Oct 4, 2019 17:39:58 GMT
"A secret?" Emil's eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed a slice of cheese, biting into it as he watched Persie get up. He wasn't sure what that meant--it could be something terrible, and that was what his mind jumped to first. So far their trip had been so chill; were things about to go wrong? He took a sip of wine while he tried to figure out what all the pacing was about. "Persie? I won't laugh..."
And then before he could ask any more questions, she was down to her swimsuit and diving off the side of the boat, Emil abandoning his snack and wine to run over to the railing after her. "Are you alright?" he cried, his voice dying off when he realized that the girl was just fine, grinning up at him from the sparkling blue water. A heavy weight seemed to settle in his stomach as he caught on to the fact that she clearly wanted him to dive after her.
Because the problem with that was that he couldn't swim.
It wasn't like he'd ever needed to learn; he lived in the middle of a city, and football was always what everyone did for sports, plus swimming lessons cost money. It was only when he was faced with the prospect of having to swim that he regretted never pushing for it. Nervously, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, debating whether to pull it off or whether it would just make him feel more awkwardly exposed. "Uh, Persie?" he called out. "I... can't. I really can't swim." Even in the sun, he could tell his face was really burning from embarrassment.