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 CLARISSA JONES on Oct 17, 2019 10:02:23 GMT
It was one of those days where Clary wanted to go out and do something dangerous. She was ready to charge into the forest and fight one of those big spiders. She had her entire mind set to meet a spider and fight it if needed. She knew they were dangerous creatures, that they were going to want to eat her but she was tough! she could fight them off.
Clary grinned a bit as she walked to the edge and noticed a person she could recognize from a mile away. He was handsome and she liked their little kiss at the game the other day so Clary was not sad in the slightest that he was in her path to victory. The redhead just smirked as she walked up to him.
"Hey! Are you here for some danger too?" she asked and tucked her wand away in her boot for now. She didn't really care why he was here but she had the smallest of hope he was going to come with her. "Personally I want to find me a big spider to fight."
Sitting against a tree in the forest with a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, Greyson was actually feeling okay for once. Maybe it was the booze that was hitting his system, or maybe it was the handful of billywing stings he'd shoved down his throat earlier - not enough to make him float, but enough to make him feel better than usual.... whatever it was, he was embracing it because it felt better than the pain and misery he regularly felt instead.
Taking another sip of the whiskey then wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, Greyson looked up as a voice greeted him. It was Clarissa Jones - yes, he'd since bothered to make sure that was actually her name - the little hair-changing chick he'd shared one hell of a snog with at the spin the bottle party, and she was asking if he was looking for some danger too. "What sort of danger are you looking for exacty?" he said before she answered the question a minute later, making him scoff. "Acromantula? I bet the minute you laid eyes on one of those big arse spiders, you'd wet your frilly little knickers, Jones."
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Oct 18, 2019 8:07:45 GMT
Clary was not surprised that Greyson didn't think she could do it. She hadn't been in many adventures lately which was a shame of course but the girl needed time to deal with the breakup she went through a long time ago. Now she just needed to get herself back out there, back out into the wilderness full of adventure and danger. She had read about the big spiders, their weaknesses and the fact that they were really fast.
"I want all the danger. You know.." she pursed her lips. "The thrills, the adrenaline rush as you are about to make either the best or worst decision." she said and cocked her head to the side. "You don't know me that well then, I am not scared of anything." Clary said and took a step closer into the woods, closer to Greyson.
"Are you here for some danger Greyson?" she asked him, balancing herself on a fallen tree on the ground. Clary had been wanting it all lately, she had been wanting to go out there, get herself into the biggest kind of trouble just to go through that rush. "Do you like danger at all?"
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Oct 18, 2019 10:08:05 GMT
This girl was seriously bloody stupid if she thought she could go toe to toe with acromantulas. Greyson had a pretty big death wish and he still wouldn't dare - he didn't fancy subjecting himself to one the most painful ways to die. Being torn limb from limb, his flesh ripped off his body and gobbled down? No thanks, that was a hard pass. "Yeah, and what do you plan to do when they pin you down and start eating your skin? You think it'll be a gentle tickle or something? No. You'll be screaming for your life, deep into the forest, with nobody to save your sorry, stupid arse."
Watching her balance, lifting the whiskey to his lips once more, Greyson let the straight alcohol burn down his throat before saying, "What do you think?" The drinking, the smoking, the drugs... none of that was exactly safe Sally behaviour, was it? It was just killing himself slowly. Shaking his head, he wiggled the bottle in her direction. "Want some liquid luck before you go and off yourself?"
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Oct 19, 2019 10:09:04 GMT
Honestly she had thought it all through but Greyson really made it sound like she didn't at all. What if he was right? Would she let that stop her? Hell no. He might be a chicken right now but she wasn't going to chicken out so easily. The redhead smirked a bit as she looked at the guy. He had a danger vibe but he was being a chicken. The girl was sure she could convince him to come along.
"I won't let that get that far." she said simply and balanced on her toes. She was very confident in herself about this but she would make Greyson believe too. "I think... you need someone to pull you into real danger." she didn't think smoking and drinking was real danger.
"Liquid luck? I thought kisses were for good luck." she wiggled her eyebrows and took the drink, taking a gulp. God that was.. AWFUL. "Oh eww.. it burns but.." she coughed and handed it back. "Not cool."
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Oct 19, 2019 11:07:19 GMT
Real danger. The words instantly had Greyson scoffing because whilst he wasn't idiotic enough to go parading in front of acromantulas, he did enough dangerous shit. More than once, he'd scaled the castle walls, hung from the Quidditch posts, thrown himself into the depths of the Black Lake. He lurked in the Forbidden Forest all the goddamn time, something that was definitely not safe. "What is this? Reverse bloody psychology? You're not going to goad me into having my skin flayed, Jones."
"Oh, want a kiss, do you? Come and get it," Greyson said, eyebrows raised at her expectantly. Was she brave enough to do so without the excuse of a bottle? Was she willing to face all the backlash she'd get if people found out that she kissed him? He wasn't well liked, something his peers had made abundantly clear. Besides Rosa, Jun and Kaylie... he had no friends. He didn't want any either, but that was just a testament to the hatred people had burning his way.
Greyson let out a snort as she started coughing, proclaiming that it was 'ewww' and 'not cool.' Wasn't as brave as she though, was she? Not enough to put on a face like it didn't phase her. "I thought you weren't scared of anything. Go ahead, take another sip. I dare you."
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Oct 19, 2019 12:04:16 GMT
Clary liked this game they were playing, it had to be some sort of game because it was lots of fun. The redhead knew he was daring her as much as she was daring him. Greyson knew she was daring him to come with her and there was a slight pout that he didn't buy it. She had hoped he did, she could use the backup. Sure she knew she was able to handle herself but still.
"Well what do you have in mind then? What other dangerous thing can we do?" she asked and cocked her head as he told her to come and get a kiss. He didn't have to tell her that twice as she approached him, her hand gripping his shirt like last time and pressing her lips against his.
"Mmmm you taste like the drink." she said but it was somehow sweeter. "Better than the drink though." she added quickly and backed up. He then dared her to drink and she took it. "Fine!" she said and took another gulp, god it was gross. "Still gross but I did it." she handed it back. "That all you got?"
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Oct 20, 2019 11:36:13 GMT
"I know a lot of dangerous things we can do, Jones, none of which you'd like," Greyson shot back, eyes raking over her. She didn't strike him as the type to shove billywig stings down her throat, chug a bottle of whiskey, get frisky up against a tree where anyone could walk by. "Unless you're up for a little stick n' poke, hey? Since you're so brave and all."
Turns out, she wasn't as much of a chicken when it came down to it all, stalking over and giving him a kiss straight on the lips that last for less than five seconds. It was barely impressive especially in comparison to the snogs he usually got from Rosa, fueled by fire and passion. "That all you got?" he taunted.
Grey let out a snort as she snatched the bottle from his hand and watched as she raised the bottle to her mouth, swallowing. "Ah, one whole mouthful. Super impressive. How much do you think you can drink before vomiting?" She was a tiny thing, and so he didn't think it wouldn't take much. Hell, he usually made it through about half to three quarters of a bottle before he was throwing up his guts in some nearby bush. The side effects of alcohol definitely weren't pretty.
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Oct 24, 2019 10:55:19 GMT
There was fun in this, she liked it. He was saying there were a lot of dangerous things they could do and she was intrigued. "You don't know that! What is it?" she asked curiously and moved a bit closer to him. She wanted to know and she wanted to try it because danger was fun. Clary ran a hand through her hair as he offered stick and poke or whatever it might be.
"You want to poke me with sticks?" she asked with a frown. "Pfft, I can handle it." she said and arched her brow. "I am not some little girl who can't handle things Greyson, I am just energetic." she reminded him and hated when people thought she was just some child like no, she was fifteen and she knew what she wanted when she wanted something.
"That is all you get until you finally try something instead." she taunted him. "Come on Greyson, can't even try to kiss a girl instead?" she teased. She wasn't going to do all the work, he needed to put effort in this too. "So you want to kiss a girl who tastes like vomit? That is not really healthy but I can drink some more. They really need to make it tastier." she said and took another gulp, a bit spilling from her bottom lip.
Greyson hadn't expected this girl to make him start laughing and yet here he was, snorting and chuckling at her words because poking her with a stick. Was she really that oblivious to what a stick n' poke was or was she just playing dumb? Either way... it seemed like she was saying a big fat 'yes' to his dare of getting a stick n' poke tattoo. "It's a tattoo. You get a needle, wrap it onto a pencil or something, dip it in ink and then push it into your skin... again, and again, and again 'til you're done. Gotta remain steady and not wince or else you're screwed," he explained, completely ignoring her declarations of not being a child because she definitely acted like one by squealing and jumping all the time.
"Who said I wanted to kiss you back after you vomit?" Greyson returned, brows raising. But then in two long strides, he was in front of her, hands at her waist and shoving her back against a tree - not too hard, not enough to wind her, but firmly enough. Then his mouth descended on hers, capturing her lips in a rough kiss, nipping at her mouth as his hands moved to sink into her hair.
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Oct 27, 2019 8:06:44 GMT
A tattoo? Heck yes. Clarissa always wanted to get tattoos when she was of age knowing many shops or artists wouldn't do anything on the body of a person below sixteen which was only one year away for Clary to become. After she reached that age she would beg, plead and pout until her parents give her their permission for a tattoo piece. The thought of having art visual on her body for a long time was something she almost dreamed about.
So she did feel stupid when she thought the stick and poke thing was a tattoo thing not an actual stick. The redhead had a smirk on her face and nodded. "Stick and poke me anytime then." she said before Greyson actually made a move. At least he had the guts of a lion, she had to give him that. She wondered how many people thought he was in the wrong house, how he didn't dare to do as much as he claims.
A lot of boys always seemed to be like that. Say things they don't mean, be dared and cower out. Clary let out a happy groan as he kissed her, she didn't care that she was pinned against a tree or that he had control over the situation. Her own ex never made her feel as alive as Greyson made her feel right now and she was going to enjoy every last second of it. She tried to return the nips, slip her tongue in. At some point though she needed to get some air and Clary broke the kiss for a split second.
A downright filthy grin crossed Greyson's lips as Clary told him that he could stick and poke her anytime. Oh really now? "I didn't think you were the type. Colour me bloody shocked to hear you're up for a one time stick and poke," he said, breaking into a grin, something that was seldom seen playing on his lips because he was a moody little shit majority of the time.
There was a moan that left Clary's mouth as his lips crashed against hers and if he thought she was that kinda gal, he would have taken their little snog further but... she didn't seem like the type, and so he took all he could get with his hands roaming across her body until they reached her hips, dragging her towards him. When he finally moved away, he brought the bottle of whiskey up to his lips once more. "You don't expect me to be your boyfriend or some shit now, right? Cause commitment isn't my deal. Hate to let you down and break your pretty little heart over it."
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Oct 30, 2019 12:41:08 GMT
It was always fun to see people thinking they knew her and in reality they didn't. Sure she could get girlie and cute with her friends but did that mean that's all she was about? Clary always thought people were more complicated than that, you will never truly know someone unless you try to get to know them. That's why she never judged Greyson from just his rough outside. She knew there was someone special inside of him as was in everyone else but she didn't feel like him putting up walls and pushing people away with his attitude was a reason not to find out.
Call her an idiot all you want, she wanted to know more.
The grin on his lips was something she hadn't seen before, at least not that she could remember and so she made a mental note to not forget the way he looked at her, like he was actually warming up to her and not because she was a great kisser fyi. The redhead nodded with a smirk and looked at him. "Wow I have the ability to shock you, I guess that's what happens when you don't know someone as well huh?" she said with a wink.
The kiss was like a piece of heaven and really Clary was having a good time and she prayed to everything sacred that it wasn't going to get ruined. "My what now?" she was still enjoying the after moments of the kiss that the word boyfriend made her question every choice she made right here. "Oh heck nope." she said and frowned. "No offense but my heart's been broken once, don't need a second shot at it." she said and shrugged. "I don't want commitment either, I just want to have fun." she reached for the bottle.
"Is that what you're trying to do? Get to know me?" Greyson asked, brows raising once more because... hell, the people who actually wanted to get to know him were few and far between. He wasn't a very likable person, mostly because he didn't want to be liked. Why would he? He wanted people to loathe him just as much as he loathed himself which was, to say, a lot.
Speaking of getting to know one another, Greyson asked outright, "You're my brother's chick's sister, right? What's her... Olivia." Compared to that... girl, Clary was much more tolerable. She wasn't some sook with no back bone. If she was, he would have high-tailed it out of there ages ago. "You adopted too?"
Thank Merlin she wasn't after a boyfriend because if she was, Greyson definitely would have told her that he wasn't down for that and left. "What happened with your... ex-partner? Ex-snog buddy? Whatever the hell you call whoever broke your heart?" he asked, handing the bottle over at her reach. Then she surprised him once more, asking where his needle and equipment were. Drawing his wand from his pocket, Greyson did a quick accio spell, watching as the stuff he needed flew towards him and into his hand. "What do you want your tattoo to be?"
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Nov 16, 2019 9:37:06 GMT
Clary didn't loathe people, she didn't easily hate people either. Clary honestly could care less about reputations, stories or gossip. Clary was the kind of girl who had to see it for herself. She had to see the misery in a person's eyes rather than believe they're miserable. She had to see the pain rather than believe they were in pain but she also would want to experience their joy, make them feel better when they're not okay. Clary was just not your typical fifteen year old but she hated being typical anyway. What was the fun in that?
"I was here for a spider remember?" she reminded him and shrugged. "But getting to know you is definitely worth my time." she added and looked at Greyson who somehow didn't seem to believe she wanted to get to know him in the first place. Why not? He seemed amazing to know and she wanted to definitely know.. a lot. He then asked about her sister and she nodded. "Yep she is my sister. Adoptive sister but sister nonetheless." she didn't care that she was adopted, she cared about her family. "She really loves your brother." she added wondering if Greyson wanted to be assured of that. "Yes I was found in a trash container as a baby.. they took me in ever since." she wasn't ashamed of it.
"We're all adopted you know.. but we're still family." she told him and shrugged. She took a sip of the bottle and shrugged. "He disappeared.. said he couldn't be there for me anymore and just disappeared.." she said and frowned. "I guess life just gets like that.. people disappear and you're just.. you. Moving on because there is no point being stuck." she said and handed the bottle back. The stuff was still grossing her out. "A lightning bolt? Right here.." she held her wrist out.