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!
Right after dinner, Wolfgang was making his way to the North Wing study hall. He needed a corner to settle down and take notes for an essay for Transfiguration class -- it wasn't due for another two weeks, but it was better to get ahead of it, lest it all piles up.
He knew the study hall wouldn't be empty, but it sure as hell would be a lot less busy than the Ravenclaw tower. He didn't feel like participating in one of his housemates usual debates about the theoretical applications of rare potion ingredients as aphrodisiacs -- those were quite serious discussions, but he preferred action over talking when it came to such topics. And yet, even he wasn't brave enough to drink some mysterious concoction in hopes to "improve his stamina". There wasn't anything to improve, not for Wolfgang.
As always, dressed like he was about to attend a business meeting, the young man walked into the study hall, his brown eyes scanning over the room. To his delight, there was only one other person present. Who?
The half veela girl from Gryffindor.
Suddenly Transfiguration was the last thing Wolfgang cared about. Here was a perfect opportunity to sate his curiosity about the effects veela women had on regular men. Sure, she was just half veela, but he'd asked around, and it didn't seem like Lyubov needed any magic to make guys fall to their knees.
He straightened out his black blazer, let a hand over his short stubble and the four gashes on his face -- thank the Gods, it had grown over and wasn't screaming red anymore -- and approached the couch on which the blonde was sitting.
"Pardon me for intruding," he said, standing in front of her, voice smooth as silk, "I hope you don't mind my company. May I sit?" He turned on his charm -- a warm, inviting smile and a twinkle of mischief in his dark brown eyes.
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Nov 10, 2019 18:56:29 GMT
Ostensibly, Lyuba was studying. In reality, she'd given up on that about half an hour ago, as she'd found herself distracted by one of the books on a nearby shelf that was titled How to Tame Tigers, because that was honestly a million times more interesting than the Charms essay she had due tomorrow. She had stared at that parchment for a while, trying to force her mind to write something, before abandoning the thought in favor of learning about large felines. Just in case I'm ever going to encounter one, she told herself, because she didn't want to remind herself how much trouble she was going to be in if she didn't finish the essay.
She'd thought she was alone in the room, so she blinked up in confusion when a smooth voice sounded above her, belonging to a dark-haired boy in an outfit that seemed a little too sleek for studying. She was pretty sure she recognized the boy from somewhere, though she couldn't pinpoint where--honestly, she'd probably just seen him in the halls or in some of her classes sometime. He looked around her age, after all.
"Go ahead," she said, scooting the abandoned parchment away, out of sight, and putting her feet down to give him some room. She was well aware that the rest of the room was empty, and so if he was sitting next to her, he was definitely going to hit on her, but honestly--he was pretty, with those deep brown eyes and slightly mischievous smile, so she was going to give him a shot.
Lyubov moved over, allowing Wolfgang to sit down. He sat at the furthest end of the couch, giving her plenty of space in between -- the first step to a new conquest was to make the other party comfortable. He didn't have anywhere to hurry to, and being haphazard wasn't his style at all.
He took off his brown leather satchel, putting it on the table in front of them and pretended to be busy looking for something.
"I suppose I should introduce myself again, as our encounter at Delgado's party was shamefully brief," he said, sitting up straight and crossing his legs, turning his body towards Lyubov. "I'm Wolfgang. And you're Lyubov," he continued, trying his best to pronounce her name, "I apologize if I am butchering the pronunciation."
"I've heard some rather interesting things about you. For one...You're half veela. I have to admit that I am rather curious about, how to say," a brief smirk appeared on his face as he looked her right in the eyes, "Certain aspects of veela magic."
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Nov 21, 2019 4:54:00 GMT
Lyuba didn't really know much about veela magic. She'd been raised by a human; she couldn't remember her mother, only knew her face from photos. Nadya spent a lot of time learning about it, but Lyuba--she only paid attention to two main things. Of course one of them was the fire, but for some reason she was pretty sure that wasn't what Wolfgang wanted to ask her about. She remembered the way that Arthur Longbottom had stared at her slack-jawed before kissing her, and while Wolfgang had been a little more suave about it, she was well aware that she could have an effect on certain boys.
If only she knew how to control it, but like the fire, it never seemed to work that way. She knew that out of all the magical creatures out there, people probably treated part-veelas the best, but she still wished she could squash it down if she wanted to.
At least it could be useful whenever she wanted to have a good night with someone. "Well, the thing is, if you really want to learn about veela magic, you should ask my sister. She's the one who knows everything about that. If you just want to be seduced, well..." Lyuba wanted to smile, but she had to pause to ask an important question. Just to make sure, since Isobel wasn't there in the room with them. "I know you were kissing people at the party, but--aren't you with Isobel?"
"Your sister? Nade-" he tried to wrap his tongue around the Russian name, and even though he didn't want to admit it, it was a struggle, "Nadezhda, right? Slytherin, seventh year? She does look a lot more than what I expected a veela to be like, if I am honest. Wild and untamed..." Not my type.
At least Lyuba wasn't a dimwitted blonde. She caught the real meaning behind Wolfgang's words almost instantly, mentioning seduction, to which he responded by chuckling and nodding -- indeed, he was after the more pleasant side of veela magic.
There was just one tiny obstacle on the way to Wolfgang's next move -- though he didn't feel too comfortable of thinking about Isobel as an obstacle. It felt wrong, somehow.
"Indeed, you've assumed right, we are together. But no need to worry, we are in what you would call an open relationship. We both bed other people on occasion, and..." he leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice, even though they were the only people in the room, "And sometimes, we bed them together." With a wink, he moved away once more. Would Lyubov be able to resist such an invitation? And even though Isobel was straight, it was only fair that Wolfgang could invite another girl instead of calling up Delgado.
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Nov 22, 2019 6:06:47 GMT
Lyuba had to shake her head at how intensely carefully Wolfgang pronounced her and her sister's names. She was used to it--this wasn't Russia, nobody pronounced them perfectly. English felt far more like her language than Russian anyway. "Just call her Nadya. And me Lyuba. Those are the short forms. It'll be easier on your tongue, I promise." She closed How to Tame Tigers and leaned against the back of the couch, moving her book out of the way as well, leaving nothing to block herself from Wolfgang. If she could really be sure that Isobel wouldn't care what was happening right now, she'd have a very enjoyable night ahead of her, she hoped.
"But let's not talk about my sister. I don't want to think about her right now." She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. The conversation made her think of how Nadya always said that it was possible to be in love with many people at once, but Lyuba didn't need any thoughts of her sister on her mind when she was talking about going to bed with Wolfgang. He sounded so formal, like he was inviting her to some sort of aristocratic mansion instead of whatever abandoned corner this would most likely be in. It was a little bit funny, but she didn't laugh at him, not when the next thing he said made her heart start to beat quicker with anticipation. "So you say together? Does Isobel--is she here too?" Lyuba hadn't slept with a girl before, but she had been wondering about it plenty. She didn't know Isobel very well, the older girl not really the type of person she'd ever be friends with, but she was pretty. Not that it would be any big loss not to have her, if Wolfgang was as experienced as he let on, but still--the thought was intriguing.
"I think the more exercise my tongue gets from pronouncing your name, the happier you'll be, " he said, briefly licking his lips, "But if you insist, Lyuba it is." Wolfgang tried to keep his eyes on the girl's face and keep watch of her actions at the same time. She'd put away her book, and now the only thing between them was the distance of an outstretched arm. The way was clear, but the conversation hadn't ended just yet... And considering the topic? Wolfgang wasn't in a hurry to get to the physical part just yet.
The eagerness in Lyuba's voice when she asked if Isobel would be joining them tonight made heat flare up in Wolfgang's stomach. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining the sight of the three of them.
Isobel, like a finely crafted marble sculpture, pale skin peppered with freckles, hair as red as the flame she lit in Wolfgang's chest every time their lips merely brushed against each other, and yet so reserved in her own, elegant way, his Aphrodite; Himself, her dark-eyed Adonis; and Lyuba, straight from the frigid depths of Russia, eyes blue as the Baikal ice, yet with the wild passions of a veela.
Oh, what a sight it would be.
"Alas, she is not here tonight. But, if you will be satisfied with tonight, it all can be arranged." He said after his moment of silence, leaning in, halving the distance between them, "May I? Or would you like to show me what veelas can do to mere mortal men like me?"
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Nov 24, 2019 5:29:25 GMT
Isobel, not here. Ah, well, that was fine! Lyuba was getting more than she'd planned for this evening anyway, so she wasn't going to complain. Her mind flitted back to the abandoned essay for one moment, but only one. She didn't think she could get her brain to focus on it anymore, and it wasn't like she got flirted with every night. Most people were used to her being around and being half-veela at this point--at least that's what she thought.
"Did you really just say I'm immortal?" she asked, amused. "I'm a blonde, not a goddess. Thought you would know better, being a Ravenclaw and all." Lyuba didn't always trust Ravenclaws, always feeling like they looked down on her and her struggles with school, but the only thing this had to do with school was that they were in Hogwarts at the moment. Wolfgang was in N.E.W.T. classes anyway, not with her, so maybe that wasn't what he was thinking about when he saw her.
At least, that's what she hoped. "I'm just Lyuba. I don't know everything about veela magic. So if you want to find out, you'll have to... experiment." She felt so bold saying something like that, but the words came out clearly and playfully, even as her heart beat fast.
"Perhaps you aren't immortal, but you've sure got the looks of a goddess," he answered with a smirk on his face and moved closer, closing the distance between the two of them. His thigh was pressing to hers now, and there were only a few inches between their faces. A few inches that wouldn't be there for long, if he had any say in this.
"Experiment, huh?" A short laugh escaped the young man's lips, "Oh, you're a woman after my own heart. Nothing brings me more joy than learning. Lucky for you, I am very much a hands-on learner,". And with those words, he finally leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Wolfgang didn't kiss her, not just yet. Their position wasn't the most comfortable, and that had to be fixed.
"If I may," he said, putting his hands on her sides and urging to move over, with legs on both of his sides, placing her hands to rest on his shoulders. He was looking up at her, studying her features.
"Before we proceed with our research, do tell me - do you like being in charge or to obey? I can accommodate both positions." There was a sly smirk on his face all-throughout.
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Nov 24, 2019 18:33:00 GMT
Wolfgang had come closer, and Lyuba could feel the warmth from his leg even through her jeans. This was a lot more intense than the kissing party had been--that had been all just for fun, but this was--well, it was still for fun, but more steamy fun. She couldn't deny that she was curious if being with Wolfgang would be a lot different than being with Mat.
But there was something they needed to figure out before she could climb on top of him. "Can you like, lock the door to this room or something?" she asked, glancing at the door. For all that she thought it was fun to kiss people in front of everyone at a party, and that she had kissed Mat in the middle of the common room, she was pretty sure she would die of embarrassment if they got further and someone walked in.
"To be in charge?" Her eyes widened, wondering just what Wolfgang intended by that. Did he want her to do something weird? Because if he did, she would rather be in an actual bed in a private place. Maybe she should say she wanted to be in charge, just so she could do what she wanted with him. "Me, then." She straightened up, leaning closer to Wolfgang. "Can I kiss you now?"
"Ah, yes, my mistake." He'd forgotten to lock the door. Or, perhaps, a part of him loved the thrill of having to hide in plain sight. Yes, perhaps Wolfgang was an exhibitionist. Most people weren't though, and sex was no fun if one of the parties was uncomfortable, so Lyuba didn't have to ask him twice. He grabbed his wand and quickly cast a locking spell on the door before placing his wand back on the table.
Now there would be no distractions between them. His smirk only grew wider and more fiendish when Lyuba took it up to herself to be in charge for the night, and he had to force himself from just grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her down.
"I'm all yours."
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