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 ASTRID SØRENSEN on Nov 17, 2019 7:08:50 GMT
It had been a couple of months since she'd started her teaching journey at Hogwarts, and Astrid felt like she was getting into the swing of things. For the most part, her students didn't appear to hate her - although she probably wouldn't be too phased if they did - and she was... somewhat keeping on top of the marking. Kind of. Marking was honestly a bit of a buzzkill, especially when you had to do it outside of your regular working hours.
Waltzing into her classroom, the first thing Astrid did was pull the curtains wide open, letting the sunshine stream into the room. "It's a beautiful day guys, let's not waste it, shall we?" she said to her students, some of whom had arrived before her and let themselves in which she was cool with, as long as they didn't wreck the place. "Make sure you're sitting at a table with someone you're happy working with while I do this, why don't you? We're splitting off into pairs today."
Once the classroom was adjusted to her liking, Astrid made her way to her desk, sliding her bottom onto it so she was sitting in the middle of it with her legs crossed. "Okay, so. Palmistry is what we're tackling today, and the name of the subject is pretty self-explanatory: we're predicting the future by looking at palms. Let's start off with the basics - the hand shapes themselves. There are four major types and points for those who can name them. Ready, set, go."
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Nov 24, 2019 4:16:04 GMT
Bounding into the Divination classroom which was always light and airy thanks to Astrid, Vi wore a smile on her red painted lips before taking a seat at the table next to Flora. It was a huge blessing that her best friend took this class with her because... well, she got to spend time with her BFF and wasn't that just marvelous? "You look b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l today, Flora-Galora," Vi chirped as she leaned across the table to bop Flora's nose with the tip of her finger. "How's your future husband? Can I sing first comes love, then comes the carriage yet or is it too early?"
Not long after her little attempt at chit chat, Astrid commenced the class by talking about palmistry, something Vi was incredibly interested in which was pretty rare when it came to class discussions. "I have an air palm shape, so super duper long fingers and a short, small kinda palm," she said with a very confident nod, holding her hand up and everything as if Astrid was going to come and inspect it to make sure.
Zoë flung her bag down to the ground next to a table in the back of the room and rummaged around for a quill, tossing it on the table. Maybe there'd be notes to take, or at least something to doodle about on a piece of parchment. "I'm picking you today, Wagtail," she said, plopping into the seat across from the seventh-year. "Predict something fun for me, let's make this exciting."
Even in the early spring, the room was pretty warm, likely thanks to the sunlight. The classroom was a lot lighter with Astrid around than it used to be, the curtains actually open for once, unlike all the past years she'd been taking Divination. It wasn't quite the mood she was used to, but she could still come up with predictions without all the weird incense and stuff.
"Oh, I bet I know. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," she whispered loudly to her partner, grinning. If there were four major types of anything, she figured that would be it. She didn't know the answer at all, although one of the younger girls seemed to know something about it. She ignored that in favor of inspecting her own hand, biting at a hangnail to remove it.
The moment Viola skipped into the room, Flora's smile spread from ear to ear because Merlin, she loved this girl. She waved Vi over emphatically, even though it was entirely unnecessary because Viola was totally on the identical wavelength. "And you are t-r-é-s-b-e-l-l-e, Vi-Bee," Flora returned, playfully wiggling the nose that was bopped. When the question of her future husband came up, Flora's cheeks flushed bright red and she giggled involuntarily as she tucked a long brown lock behind her ear, as if that would calm her down. "He's on the mend. Hopefully he'll be right as rain by the wedding, I've not gotten your RSVP yet Vi - did your owl lose the card again?" she joked cheekily just as Astrid began class.
Flora was about to raise her hand when flashbacks of Greyson mocking her flooded her mind and she quickly made the movement seem as if she was tucking yet another lock of hair away as Viola replied eagerly. Somewhere to the side came the loud whisper of the Hogwarts houses and Flora's nose twitched as she tried to contain her know-it-all-spirit. "Vi's right, of course. As with many ancient traditions, the four categories are based on the elements: fire, water, air and earth. Each has certain traits that correspond with most other elemental comparisons such as fire being temperamental, earth being level-headed, et cetera."Fuck it Flora, what happened? Thank Merlin the Gryffindor Ashtray did not attend this class.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Nov 24, 2019 6:27:15 GMT
Classes whilst sober was... well, it was a normal experience and Willy was at that stage in his adolescence that he wasn't so interested in normal. He took a small amount of comfort in the fact that a sober Willy wasn't all that normal since his father died and it was sufficient to show how little he thought of that Tyrell dick head that he could stomach classes by literally any other teacher (except, of course, O'MicroDickeeffe). In fact, as he thought about it more while the hot-to-trot Astrid did her thing as he lounged on the comfy cushions, he decided he'd even go one step further.
He'd enjoy and participate and be a model snake.
Zoë, the sexy little Gryffy, decided that she'd partner up with him and he grinned slyly. "Are you sure Valeria? I thought you liked it over that side of the fence," Willy was mostly playing, but there definitely was a challenge not-so-thinly veiled. "What if your hand predicts you.." thankfully, Astrid had begun her spiel and Willy was cut off from his less than PG train of thought.
Willy gave a short snort of a chuckle as Zoë gave her smart arse reply and pulled the hand away from her mouth. "Babe, if you need something to occupy your mouth..." he said with a suggestive quirk of the brow before he turned it over to expose her palm, his black painted nails smoothing out her fingers. "If these hands could talk... hmmm I guess that's what they're going to do today in this class huh? What deep, dark secrets shall we unveil?"
Zoë gave her partner the kind of stare that said I know why Longbottom punched you the other day, but, with eyebrow raised, her words spoke a challenge. "I like my side of the fence just fine. You want anything with this mouth, you're going to have to metamorph yourself some different anatomy. Good luck with that." As far as she knew, while she'd seen Willy with all sorts of strange appearances, she had yet to see him as a girl. She wasn't sure if it was possible, but hey, she'd like to see him try.
She let Willy uncurl her fingers, flattening out her hand. She had no idea what the actual reading of her hand was going to be--the last time they'd studied this in class had been before O.W.L.s, and she couldn't say she remembered much of it. As with everything else in this class, she'd made that up as she went along, too. But, as she'd said earlier, she trusted him to make it more interesting than whatever Astrid had in store.
"I want to shock her. Which might be kind of hard, she looks like she's more stoned than you half the time. But I bet you can get creative," she said, continuing to ignore the professor.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Jan 12, 2020 2:10:25 GMT
To coin a phrase I’m pretty sure I first saw used by Bree, Willy’s lips pulled into a shit-eating grin that rivalled that young troublemaking Gryffindor character of hers when Zoë levelled him that stare. Lesbians were so easy to stir - one would think it was almost not worth it. Alas, Willy was not above the small victories as he replied, ”I’ll take you up on that challenge Valeria. Don’t think I won’t. But I definitely think it’d help my metamorphmagus abilities if you’d care to model those pieces of anatomy for me. I’m a visual learner after all,” he was not shy in letting his eyes stray over her blouse for a long moment before he tore his attention back to the palm in his hand.
”Ah, see the blurry fork right here? This conversation was predicted from the moment you came into this world. This stronger line here?” Willy traced his black finger nail along her palm, his face carefully plastered with the concentration of a true diving expert. ”This strong line leads all the way down to the Slytherin dungeons. See that swirl just to the side? Mmhmm that’s a snake.” Willy raised a brow in that moment, ”ok I was bullshitting for 99% of that but I’m pretty sure that there is a significant event in your near future either in the dungeons or involving a Slytherin.”
Bounding into the Divination classroom which was always light and airy thanks to Astrid, Vi wore a smile on her red painted lips before taking a seat at the table next to Flora. It was a huge blessing that her best friend took this class with her because... well, she got to spend time with her BFF and wasn't that just marvelous? "You look b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l today, Flora-Galora," Vi chirped as she leaned across the table to bop Flora's nose with the tip of her finger. "How's your future husband? Can I sing first comes love, then comes the carriage yet or is it too early?"
The moment Viola skipped into the room, Flora's smile spread from ear to ear because Merlin, she loved this girl. She waved Vi over emphatically, even though it was entirely unnecessary because Viola was totally on the identical wavelength. "And you are t-r-é-s-b-e-l-l-e, Vi-Bee," Flora returned, playfully wiggling the nose that was bopped. When the question of her future husband came up, Flora's cheeks flushed bright red and she giggled involuntarily as she tucked a long brown lock behind her ear, as if that would calm her down. "He's on the mend. Hopefully he'll be right as rain by the wedding, I've not gotten your RSVP yet Vi - did your owl lose the card again?" she joked cheekily just as Astrid began class.
Classes whilst sober was... well, it was a normal experience and Willy was at that stage in his adolescence that he wasn't so interested in normal. He took a small amount of comfort in the fact that a sober Willy wasn't all that normal since his father died and it was sufficient to show how little he thought of that Tyrell dick head that he could stomach classes by literally any other teacher (except, of course, O'MicroDickeeffe). In fact, as he thought about it more while the hot-to-trot Astrid did her thing as he lounged on the comfy cushions, he decided he'd even go one step further.