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 MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 13, 2019 2:52:23 GMT
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Olá Pierre,
Normally I wouldn't bother sending a follow-up letter to a guy I hooked up with in a skeezy room who I didn't exchange more than names with but hey. It's Valentine's Day and whilst absence from you hasn't really made my heart grow fonder, it's certainly made other things grow if you know what I mean.
Hope this letter finds you and not some other guy named Pierre or that would be awkward.
From memory we exchanged more than just names in that skeezy room. I’m busy this Valentine’s Day - yeah, a lot of people stupidly pick poisonous and hazardous plants for their presents and I deal with the fall out for the following three days - but perhaps the weekend after I might be convinced to take care of your growing problem in Monte Carlo.
I’ll send you the room key. Yes, it will be a portkey just to make things easier. Feel free to be naked when you stroke it.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Nov 3, 2019 9:35:26 GMT
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Olá @pierre ,
Did you already tell me you work at St. Mungos or... Yeah, people are idiots. A guy from my neighbourhood once leaned over to pick a rose for this girl he was into and ended up stabbing his eye with a thorn. We had to call the ambulance and everything.
Whilst I'd love to blow school off and more, my hands are tied - unfortunately not by you. We're not allowed to go to Hogsmeade any more, so Monte Carlo doesn't really seem like it can happen. It's a bummer though, I was planning on showing you how great I am at stroking portkeys.
A small prick in the eye never hurt anyone. Literally. Think about it.
The roses in your neighbourhood seem dangerous. I've always cultivated roses with thick, hard thorns - the danger makes them all the more beautiful in my opinion. If you hadn't gathered, I'm a healer specialised in the Plants & Poisoning Ward at St Mungo's so I digress easily when it comes to dangerous plants, potions and poisons. Je suis desolé.
What about Easter? Surely they let you out of the Hogwarts Prison for Easter break. Brazil's known for its highly Catholic population ... though I doubt you'd pass for pious. I've sent along some beads for your pleasure cover story. Enjoy.
Monte Carlo will still be here in the summer - it's even more fun then. I can just imagine the how good the Mediterranean Sea will look dripping down those abdominals as you jump back onto the catamaran for more cocktails.
- Pierre
P.S. I guess... study hard..? and all that... jazz. It's really fucking weird writing to a student like this.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Nov 26, 2019 5:11:45 GMT
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Olá @pierre,
You must have a knack for cultivating things that are thick and hard, but I'm not complaining. A healer, hey? Maybe I'll come to St. Mungos some day and we can play a little game of Healer and Patient. I'll be the patient where everything hurts, and you can rub ointment all over me until every part of my body shines. I'm willing to let you touch me until everything feels better, I think I can go through that hardship.
If you ask my avó, she'd tell you I'm a good little Catholic boy because my mãe doesn't want to break her heart. I've never seen rosary beads so big in my life - I know I'm a pretty big guy, but I think the beads you sent me are fit for a giant.
The view of my abs probably looks as good as you would when dripping wet. I'll think about Monte Carlo, but I don't think I can really afford cocktails or a holiday in general unless you're offering to be my sugar papai.
I believe you have the first-hand experience of my ability to make things grow and from memory, the only complaint muttered from those skilful lips of yours was when I left.
Consider me your personal healer, Matheus. No need to attend St Mungo's for my healing touch. The moment you even break a sweat feel free to call for an examination though I cannot deny it may involve more touching than looking. I've included a small vial of girding potion - only enough for recreational use to assist in your studies in preparation for the day we reunite your future endeavours. Or sex. I imagine the boys at school pale in comparison - at least they did when I attended - but I cannot imagine a young man like yourself occupying all of your time with strictly academic endeavours... no matter how good a Catholic boy your beads proclaim you to be.
As long as I don't have to put a big diamond ring on your finger can you imagine the pureblood hysteria? we can most definitely enjoy the sun, sand and those abs of yours on my family's galleon. Consider it a celebration of your... (or at least, given your age, I assume) graduation.
- Papai Pierre
P.S. I'd invite you to guess, but I feel that might end terribly for me. I'm 24. Perfect sugar papai age, non?
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jan 18, 2020 23:01:14 GMT
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Olá @pierre ,
I do have fond memories of those abilities. It's funny though - even without you physically with me, they manage to keep working on me and my skillful lips still shout out 'Pierre.' Perhaps I'll have to show you how that works next time we meet up.
I don't need a girding potion. I have no issues with my endurance unless the other person manages to do something very, very clever. The boys at school are fine, as are the girls, but I think they're the ones that may be in need of a girding potion - perhaps it's because I'm the one doing clever little things.
No diamond ring required, but other types of rings aren't completely off the table, are they? I can't wait to see you all hot and glistening in the sun, I'm sure you'll look delicious.
- Matheus
P.S. I've always had a thing for older men. 24 is perfect.
