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 ROSALIA CAPONE on Sept 30, 2019 7:26:15 GMT
Crack. Crack. Crack. The young woman hit the punching bag as she tried to work off the aggression, but mostly she just wanted to learn to hit faster. When her father's men had drug her off as she tried to fight back to stop her father from killing her 'Uncle' Giovanni. She had fought hard, and with a want she felt sound-- but in a physical fight? Maybe she was scrappy but she wasn't nearly strong enough or ready to fight off those men from dragging her into her room as she witnessed her father bring the life to his throat.
She was working up a sweat, hitting harder and faster and yet it still didn't feel good enough. She was hitting a bag and felt like she was on fire, yet she hit a peak. She sighed, trying to actually catch her breathe as she put her hands on her knees. She hadn't drank in a month, no cigarettes (she hadn't hit them hard before but now she was certainly feeling the lack of firewhiskey).
She heard the sound of someone coming in as she took a drink of water, nearly choking when she saw who it was. Felix? What was with the universe just... tossing them in together? She watched him a moment, a small smile actually coming to her face. She went back to drinking the water trying not to let the pounding in her chest distract her, partly because she'd worked out past her brink and... The other because she was seeing him.
"I can head out if you need this room, " She remarked calmly. " I'm just uhm... Working out, " She remarked, looking him over a moment as she stood straight. Her bright eyes looked over to his as she stopped a moment, " Felix... Im... Really sorry, " She remarked, trying to give him space, " I can't begin to say I'm sorry properly. I-- just couldn't have you get hurt. I said i'd protect you, and as it turns out, I can't protect... Anyone," She admitted calmly. It was a lot to lay out, but she felt after her talk with Jun that fighting the boy she loved was only making them both miserable. She certainly didn't expect for any change, but she at least needed to get most of it off her chest...
Well, minus admitting she loved him, obviously. "I should... Uhm... " She gestured awkwardly to the door, figuring he probably wanted a bit of space.
That is all people told him and Felix had been wearing suits as a sign of power. Being in a suit felt powerful, made him feel strong like his father and not a weak child who wore stupid print shirts and dressed like their own age which was honestly... not good. Even the guys wore skinny jeans which was like the most horrible look a man could have in his opinion.
Still Felix wasn't a complete stuck up asshole unlike what other people often thought of him and was wearing dark black jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket. The guy was still trying to get comfortable in these outfits but time would prove him right. Felix had a book in his hands as he walked to the empty classroom, he liked reading during his free time.
As soon as he walked in he watched a girl beat on a boxing bag. Well that wasn't something he saw every day. Honestly he wondered if she was actually being sportsy or just frustrated. When she noticed him, he saw a small smile and he just looked at himself for a moment, he couldn't fix a sleeve to get comfortable and powerful.
He looked ordinary.
"Rosa chill." he said calmly, hoping to shut her up for at least a minute here. He couldn't get a word in between her apologies so he hoped that these worked. "I don't care anymore." maybe those words would cut her like knives and if they didn't then they didn't. Honestly he could care less.
"I'm not here to invade your space. If you wish to continue you can do so but I don't want to hear another word about the protecting bullshit we both know it won't get you anywhere." he said and sighed. "No the one who should leave is me, this room is clearly occupied." he said and stepped back, raising his hands in submission.
Post by ROSALIA CAPONE on Sept 30, 2019 17:35:26 GMT
She wasn't surprised as the boy cut her off. It wasn't like she expected anything to be forgiven given all she had done to convince him he meant nothing to her. "That's fine, " She replied. Well, clearly it wasn't something she was happy about, but it was clearly the most expected reaction. She wasn't one to apologize, but she knew if the tables were turned she would react the same way.
"I do need to say one thing though, " She remarked, " And you don't have to like it, but protecting you wasn't bullshit. Maybe I picked a selfish and cruel way of doing it, but I never pretended I was good at this. I am who the fuck I am and even as fucked up as things became I put you first, " She remarked, a fire in her eyes as she made herself perfectly clear. "And you may have been able to shut it the hell off, but I can't do that, " She wasn't angry that he wasn't hurt anymore, even as she grew fired up over him saying it was bullshit. Frankly, she wasn't sure why she couldn't stop.
"It's fine, " She remarked as she shook her head. "I'll move to the other half of the room, " The witch remarked. "It's a big enough place, and frankly, I don't want to just run away when I see just because I--" She cut off her own sentence, pursing her lips. She nearly said something she couldn't take back, and frankly, she wasn't sure she could throw out anymore heavy emotions, " Nevermind uhm.. I'm going to get back to it."
Rosa tightened the wrap at her hands as she walked over to a specially set up dummy to simulate physical attacks. She held her own naturally, but even brute scrappiness only brought her so far. She block and hit fast and hard as the attacks from the dummy picked up speed up it wasn't enough. She felt the hard crack at her ribs, clearly pissed at herself for leaving an opening, " Porca miseria.." She growled at bruising pain, but shook it off as she tried to reclaim her fire. She was a fucking queen. She could do this. She squared back up beginning to strike again and again, harder and faster, but each time she felt some part of her was distracted over what brought her there to begin with. If she was going to face everything alone, then she needed to be able to do this.
She was glad there were people like Felix that weren't scared, but... She knew just being daddy's little princess only kept her weak. She needed to be stronger than her old man, because frankly she found her only way out was overpowering him. She felt another blunt blow as the dummy swung hitting her again. She stopped a moment as it seemed the damn thing drew a bit of blood. She glared a bit as her chest rose and fell, shaking it off a minute as she took a drink.
Felix wasn't one to dwell too long on lost things anymore. He did for so long and the only thing that came from it was more horror, more terror and more things he didn't need in his life. With a small sigh he prepared to leave, he could read somewhere else. This book was quite good and he didn't feel like bothering Rosa or be in the same room as her was going to make him enjoy this book. With a small sigh he turned to look at Rosa who spoke again, he was about to leave what else could she possibly want.
There was the fire that made him fall for her in the first place and it made him wonder if she didn't completely die inside. "Good to know." he said, a short response but it was all that could come to his mind at that moment. He didn't love her anymore, she destroyed those feelings and he didn't want them back. Felix just opened his book and sat down in a corner but then she started to hit the bag and he couldn't help but watch as she got hit hard.
"oof.." he whispered and got up. He walked up to her and stopped the bag from being able to hit her. "Go on.." he said and frowned for a moment and nodded at the bag as he held onto it. "Hit it..." he said and eyed Rosa with his own piercing eyes. "Just don't pretend the bag is my face, you might miss it and hit the real deal and I need this face." he said with a hint of a smile.
Rosa smiled a bit. He was just fine with out her-- which in a way she found more attractive, but a small part of it stung-- she certainly didnt show it on her face, but he'll, she didnt except anything else from him. She really couldn't given the way she pushed him away to keep him safe. She planned to finally talk to talk to Grey about the shit that went down-- frankly she needed to talk to someone who wouldn't judge her for the complete mental breakdown she'd been going through.
A part of her missed being able to tell Felix as well, but she knew they were likely never going to be on a place where she could confide in him no matter how much she wanted to. Hell, she couldn't even say she loved him-- she just ripped the poor boy apart and left him to heal on his own. She was somewhat surprised honestly as she saw him come over, furrowing her brows a bit confused.
Wait... He was helping her?
She looked confused a moment, staring at him as she tried to gauge if it was him fucking with her or just using it as a way of revenge-- but she had to remind herself that he wasn't her. He wouldn't tear her apart lowkey. She gave a small smirk as the fire in her flickered a bit, " Felix, I'd imagine doing something to your face, but hitting it isn't where my mind goes, " She joked, squaring up as she hit it a few times, smirking a bit as she looked at him.
"Besides, that almost sounds scared-- Couldnt stop me if I came at you?" She grinned a bit as she continued hitting the bag, getting a bit distracted as she looked at him. He should've known she'd never hit him intentionally-- at least, not to hurt him. She still fucking hated Felix's dad... It'd almost be worth it to have him hate her more just to hex that man's ass just once. Of course, she had to snap right the hell out of it as she tried to go faster. She wasn't trained, so she just went on instinct-- which against men that knew better frustrated the hell out of her.
Felix was not supposed to be here. The moment he decided to stay was another moment where he allowed himself to get hurt all over again. Every second he was near her was another second he felt the pain of him being told that she didn't love him. That everything was a lie and that she used him. What they had wasn't real and honestly he wished she just walked out on him, walked away and never spoke a word to him so they could grow apart in silence. Felix would've left her be and she had to leave him be as well.
His brow arched a little as she spoke of wanting to do something else to his face and right then he was back in that spot where he didn't want to be. That place between what was good between them and what wasn't. "Reserve that for your boyfriend." he told her, almost colder than he wanted it to sound. The bag was the target here but he was making it worse for the both of them and so his hands released it and he took another couple of steps away from here again.
"I should go." he told her, not wanting to stick around anymore. "I'm not scared of you. Don't mistake respect for fear. I know you're not used to being respected by other guys but you should know me better than that." he said with a glare and adjusted his jacket before heading for the door. The day he would fear a woman would be the day he would yeet himself off the tower.
Post by ROSALIA CAPONE on Dec 19, 2019 15:18:18 GMT
Rosa's expression flattened. She had... Done exactlt what she meant to do, and she never hated herself more as she moved her eyes away from his. She couldn't even feel any anger, and that was basically her default setting. Even when she was at her happiest there was always something happening, and she had to remind herself that that wasn't a life for anyone. She couldn't drag him through the bullshit with her.
"I think we both know that won't be happening, " She remarked back, her tone devoid of it's usual touch of sarcasm and snark. She made it sound completely empty, but her eyes gave the impression that it was as painful as a knife to the chest to say it. It wasn't that she was pining for male attention. In fact, she had pretty much avoided it up to that point. Hell, she hadn't even talked to Gray about what'd happened over break and he was her best friend.
He seemed like he wanted to run, and honestly? She couldn't blame him, offering a nod as he moved for the door. She opened her mouth a moment, but for once she restrained from saying what she wanted to say and took a breathe, "...Arrivederci caro mio, " Her eyes kept off of him, as she started to hit the bag again. She could feel a sting behind her eyes, but she'd be damned if she was going to cry over this. Not in front of him.