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!
all i really want is to be wonderful/people in this town, they can be so cruel
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Nov 21, 2019 15:39:15 GMT
"All hair colors? Even if I haven't got a soul?" The corner of Isobel's mouth curved up in amusement. Pretty much everyone in her family was a redhead--the Linwoods were one of those families that all seemed to inherit the same traits. She'd heard plenty of jokes about gingers, good-natured ones at least, so she was happy to joke about her soul--or lack of one, as the case may be. "I'll have to think of one about brunettes, for you."
She resumed drinking her juice as Wolfgang continued talking, her gray eyes tracing over his face, familiar as it already was. She was almost too absorbed in studying him again, memorizing his features just one more time, to register what he was saying, but then her brows knitted together in confusion. "A what?" she asked, baffled, wondering if this was something she was meant to know about and just didn't, or some Muggle thing that the half-blood Wolfgang would know and she didn't.
It was when Wolfgang explained the concept of the vasectomy that Isobel actually spit out some of her drink into the snow. "Without magic? Is that--is that safe? Won't it hurt quite a lot?" He'd just been talking not that long ago that he didn't want to freeze any body parts off in the snow, and now he wanted to do that to them?
"If--if you say so," she replied to his explanation, though she was still doubtful. "If it wouldn't hurt you too much. I keep hearing rumors about some of the seventh-year girls, I'm never going to become one of them." Setting down her mug, she threaded her hand back into Wolfgang's. "My hands are very cold," she said, smirking, "so I'm just going to warm them up with you."
Leaning her head against Wolfgang's shoulder and squeezing his hand, she looked out over the frozen lake, its surface glittering in the cold sunlight, and the snow all around, piled in drifts formed by the wind. Even here, so far away from where she had grown up, snow was the same. She was struck with a sudden thought, the kind of thought she hadn't had since she was very small, before the desire to be perfectly poised at all times had developed so much in her. "When was the last time you made snow angels?" she murmured, looking up at Wolfgang. "There's nobody around! Nobody could laugh at us if we're alone. It's not making love in the snow, but like we said, no need to freeze anything off." She tugged at his arm, toward the nearest snowbank, and, not letting go of his hand, sat down in the snow. "Come kiss me. Let's do it. We'll warm up with a spell later."
