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!
There was a throbbing feeling in Clary's head as she was seated in the common room of the Gryffindor tower. It had been a quiet evening, most students were sleeping but instead of waking her roommates, Clary snuck out to sit in the common room hoping her headache would soon pass by. It hasn't been a rare feeling to feel headaches during the strangest of times, Clary had them all the time which could come off as odd because she never told anyone or ever complained about them. No, Clary liked to suffer in silence and that is what she did when she sat there with her eyes closed.
Every single sound she heard was something she tried to identify without looking. The crackling sound of the fireplace which never seemed to be turned off or run out of wood. There was the creaky wood noises of the castle just being old as fuck and the ticking of raindrops on the windows. The next sound she heard were footsteps and Clary knew that if it was a prefect she was going to be sent to bed but she could deal with them if she wanted to. She opened one of her eyes to peek at who it was and smiled at the pretty blonde.
"Good evening ma'am." she joked and opened her other eye as well. "Can't sleep either?"
Sleeping was for boring people, Zoë told herself. Of course, the reason she wasn't sleeping was that she'd been napping all afternoon after she'd gotten back from class and couldn't sleep now, but it wasn't like there was anything she could do about that at this point, so--didn't want to sleep it was. Nobody would kill her for being in the common room at this hour anyway, especially as one of her own year's prefects was her best friend.
It looked like she wasn't going to be alone, too, which was always a bonus. Being alone sometimes felt too much like home, like the big empty house where she was always trying to escape the gratingly high voice of her mother with her latest half-sane ramble about the family tree or what might be somehow worse, the lecture about the hair dye again. No, having this girl to talk to would mean she wasn't reminded about such things.
"You know, Jones," Zoë said, perching on the arm of the couch where the other girl was sitting, her legs dangling as they were too short to hit the ground from what was not meant to be a seat, "I've been called lots of things in my life, but ma'am is a new one for me. Have I gotten old in the past few months? Should I start panicking about gray hairs?" A smile played on her face as she grabbed a lock of bleached hair, pretending to inspect it for gray.
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Dec 9, 2019 18:11:07 GMT
Clary knew she was going to get some words about calling Zoe ma'am but it was funny and she was mainly bored so she could use some fun. So when Zoe started speaking, the smirk wasn't even close to fading from Clary's face. No she was going to have fun right now, she knew it. Clary had been enjoying time with cute boys and her best friends but she never really spent much time with other cute girls that should be her friends or something fun at least rather than a stranger!
"Oh like this?" she asked as she grabbed a lock of her own hair, letting it turn silver by the touch before letting it go back to red. "Silver would actually look very good on you." she was all for new hair colors on people and would gladly help them achieve said colors. She was quite good at potions if help was truly needed here. The redhead cocked her head to the side a bit, smiling as she did so. "We never really talk much, bit of a shame isn't it?" Clary asked her and curled up on the couch. "How are you?"
"You're totally right, it would," Zoë said, tossing the strand of hair back behind her ear. It would be cool, she thought, if she had been a Metamorphmagus--would have saved her a lot of time with hair potions over the years. Ever since she'd come to school, she hadn't seen more than half an inch of the natural dark brown hair on her head, immediately lightening it before it got too noticeable. She liked herself better when she looked the way she wanted to, not just whatever she'd been born with. It made looking in the mirror--well, bearable. "I'll get the ingredients, then I'll be silver-haired before long. But you're not going to see me learning knitting charms any time soon."
She leaned back, almost falling off the couch as she misjudged how far behind her the sofa's back was, but managed to catch herself before it was too late, letting her elbow lean against the cushion in a totally smooth manner as she twisted toward Clarissa. "I'm like I always am, awesome. At least as much as I can be before I have to get up for class tomorrow." She wrinkled her nose. "Don't want to do that, but I've got to. And if I go to sleep, that'll be sooner than I want."
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Dec 16, 2019 11:03:13 GMT
Clary didn't need potions or chemicals, to her it was genetic luck and she loved it the most about herself. Changing her hair at will was something she loved doing because she had the biggest fun with it. With a smile on her face she watched the other girl, she was pretty and she seemed quite fun to hang out with but because she's older they probably wouldn't hang out as much. She probably had her own friends though Clary saw none of them around at this moment.
"Oh you know, I got some in my bag. I didn't spell it but we had to make it in potions class the other day and I still have it because well... I don't need it." she chuckled and reached for her bag near the coffee table, taking out a few vials. "Here." she offered them and before leaning back in her seat, she was comfortable here. "Are you really awesome? what is the awesomest thing you've done?" Clary asked, teasing a bit as she did so. The girl loved awesome people and she wanted to know as many as possible.
"Oh but the closer to tomorrow, the closer to summer and summer lovings." she sang it a bit, grease style. "I love that movie but I never found summer lovings."
"In your bag? You're prepared," Zoë said, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't sure why a Metamorphmagus would keep that around with her, but hey, she wasn't going to complain. Not when it would save her some time on making it herself, as long as she trusted Clary's skills--which she supposed must be good enough, if the professor had actually let her take the potion with her. She accepted the vials, setting them on the table in front of her so she wouldn't break them. It wouldn't be the first time she'd sat on something only to break it on this couch--she didn't want to deal with that again.
Zoë's face flipped into a small frown at mentions of movies and summer. It wasn't like movies were going to exist for her during her summer. Yeah, she could go into the city and try to see one--but that would mean exchanging for Muggle money and trying to figure out those ticket machines they had and dealing with the side-eye she would get from her mother when she returned. It shouldn't be so difficult, and yet it was. She wasn't looking forward to summer in any way.
"Never seen it, couldn't tell you what it's like," she said, trying to keep her voice light. Wasn't like other people needed to know what her home life was like. "I think there are a lot more chances for lovings here at school."