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 GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Nov 2, 2019 5:37:59 GMT
When Isobel, the girl who had been cuddling up with Wolfgang all evening landed on her, Grace wanted to run. She didn't want a thing to do with someone associated so strongly with Wolfgang, the very person who had strung her along last year under the false pretenses of liking her when really, he was just after her connections with spotlight figures. But then... Isobel approached her, so soft and gentle as she placed a kiss on Grace's lips, and Grace paused. Did she know what Wolfgang had done? Surely if Isobel did, she wouldn't have kissed her in the first place. She would have refused just as Wolfgang had done with both Arthur and Aiden. A strong wave of obligation washed over Grace's body, drenching her from head to toe. If Isobel wasn't aware, then she needed to know. Grace needed to stop someone else from getting hurt or at the least, warn them so they had a heads up.
Before she could think any more on how to tell Isobel, it was Grace's time to spin the bottle and spin she did, watching as it spun around until finally reaching Viktoriya. All thoughts from earlier were pushed back as Grace got up, stumbling yet again over to her friend with a giggle. "You're so pretty, Vik," she told her with a great big smile, reaching up to wrap one of Vik's lovely curls around her fingers. "This has been such a good night, right? I mean, gosh, I never thought I'd kiss anyone and now I've kissed so many people. Isn't that wild?" Too caught up in raving in her now... more than tipsy state, Grace had completely forgotten what she was supposed to do until there was a clearing of a throat. OH! Right! Leaning in, Grace pressed a three second kiss against Vik's lips before drawing back with yet another giggle. "We should dance, right? I love dancing but nobody else really..."
Grace's enthusiasm about dancing died down, words catching in her throat as her brother announced he forgot who he'd been kissing. Wait, what? Eyes shooting towards Arthur in bewilderment, she let out a huge gasp as she saw that he was bleeding. Then she caught sight of Willy who was sporting a massive black eye. "Oh my... what..." Standing up, Grace raced across towards Arthur, nearly toppling over several times as she grabbed his chin in her hands. "What did you do?" If she was confident enough that she wouldn't drop her wand, she would have cast a healing spell, but her co-ordination in general was failing right now. Glancing around the room, Grace tried to catch the eye of someone, anyone, who could help.
Post by VIKTORIYA BACHOVA on Nov 2, 2019 14:16:52 GMT
"Don't push it, Beefcake, " She gave a small smirk, nudging Matheus playfully-- shaking her head as he went off to thoroughly enjoy his following kisses. She watched the drama unfolding-- and as one of the few who wasn't over indulging in alcohol she could clearly see everyone's drama all over the place. Taking her turn, she landed on Valentino. She really didn't have an issue with her-- but then again she never really had a conversation with her to know either way.
She moved over to her, tilting her chin as she kissed her. She ran her fingers into the blonde's hair-- it was much softer than she'd even expected. Though, the fact she was a great kisser wasn't something that'd surprise her in the least. She just struck her as someone who didn't mess up anything ever. Honestly, she was great. She pulled back slowly, smiling at Alana before going back to Grace. As much as she could've enjoyed it, she had bigger concerns... Like Willy getting handy with her friend.
It wasn't that she'd stop her friend from... enjoying herself. However, she wasn't sure she could trust him or his intentions... Particularly after what'd already happened with that jerk Wolfgang. Before she had much of a chance to say much, the boy was off and her friend was taking her turn. To her surprise, Grace landed on her. It was just a kiss. It wouldn't make things weird... Right? She accepted the kiss, which was quite brief out of Grace's excitement to dance...
But even that was short lived.
She looked concern, following Grace as she damn near fell over from her stumbling. "Grace, " She remarked, offering her arm, " Maybe you should sit a moment, yes? I can help Arthur, if he wants help of course, " She offered in her thick accent.
Post by AIDEN VALENTINO on Nov 3, 2019 1:07:52 GMT
This just in: Wolfgang the Princess of Chickenshit.
Was anyone really surprised? Aiden and Alana shared a knowing smirk as the young man returned to his seat in the circle after being rejected. It wasn’t long until Wolfgang, he who flaunted his hedonistic lifestyle like he wasn’t going to burn in Hell for it... was rejecting another. Grace’s brother, Arthur. Alana had leant in to whisper, not all that quietly, ”I’d sooner stake my own heart than let that assino anywhere near me,” annnnnnd as much as it irked Aiden to agree, he did. The thought of kissing Arthur Longbottom was almost as revolting as kissing his room mate would have been. So refusing the kiss, Aiden could not really fault Wolfgang - though he suspected the reasons weren’t so much matter of taste as it was chicken shit.
Jesú, why was he still here? The bottle landed on Isobel Linwood and Aiden’s face soured because he hated snakes. ”I am suffering for your sins, Alana,” Aiden groaned and Alana laughed merrily - what? ”No more billywigs for you,” Aiden said with a slight smile because a happy sister made him... happier. ”Allora...” Aiden set his sights back on Isobel and just as he was about to lean in and kiss her ...
Arthur was dragging Willy out of the room. Aiden turned away from Isobel to investigate - let’s just say that the prefect in him kicked in. ”Excuse me for un minuto -“ he muttered. He was too late to break up their scuffle, nor would he have if he had gotten there in time but when the boys came back inside Aiden watched as Grace stumbled over to her brother like a newborn foal. There was... there was no grace in a drunken Grace. The edge of his mouth tugged into a slightly amused smile and he stepped aside for Wolfgang and his posse to leave for the evening. ”Don’t even think about bringing them back to our dorm, Kallenbach. I’ll have the Head of House there before you even get your dick wet,” he warned as they passed.
Aiden found a bag of ice suddenly in his hand - the Room of Requirement was so giving, sometimes - and he walked over to the Slytherin with a black eye. ”Here, Wagtail. I’m pretty sure you need this... or is panda the look you were going for this evening?”
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Nov 7, 2019 17:34:44 GMT
This was wrong. After his little outburst, Jun spend his time in this room in fear and disgust. The Hufflepuff was torn between many emotions and thoughts. For what was going on here went against everything he grew up knowing. On the other hand he started thinking that perhaps he was the weird one. People did turn some strange looks in his direction. Junaid wanted to disappear from the crowd, he was partly grateful he wouldn’t be seeing anyone in class until next year. Hopefully they’d all have forgotten by then.
As if what happened to him wasn’t bad enough, Junaid saw some things that would haunt his dreams forever. Some people were going way beyond kissing and it made the prefect almost faint. Grace was kind as always but he didn’t expect her to kiss as many people as she did. That was quite a shocker. Were these kinds of things normal here? Just what kind of country was this?
“Um, no t-that’s okay. I-I need to go,” he mumbled with a bright red head. He was feeling sick and tingly in his stomach. What he saw brought back terrible memories but somehow he couldn’t turn his head away. So he just had to leave there was no other option. He got up and turned one last gaze towards Arthur who was happily kissing other people. Didn't kissing mean anything to these people? With a silent nod he excused himself and left.
When Isobel, the girl who had been cuddling up with Wolfgang all evening landed on her, Grace wanted to run. She didn't want a thing to do with someone associated so strongly with Wolfgang, the very person who had strung her along last year under the false pretenses of liking her when really, he was just after her connections with spotlight figures. But then... Isobel approached her, so soft and gentle as she placed a kiss on Grace's lips, and Grace paused. Did she know what Wolfgang had done? Surely if Isobel did, she wouldn't have kissed her in the first place. She would have refused just as Wolfgang had done with both Arthur and Aiden. A strong wave of obligation washed over Grace's body, drenching her from head to toe. If Isobel wasn't aware, then she needed to know. Grace needed to stop someone else from getting hurt or at the least, warn them so they had a heads up.
