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!
- Alistair hates sleeping in silence, he will always have something near him that makes even the lowest of sound. - Alistair ever since he was a boy couldn't sit still and is often found shifting about or bouncing his leg. - Alistair tends to chew on his lip and bite off little bits of dried skin. - Alistair can't help it but when he sees snow he will stand outside and try to catch the snowflakes with his tongue.
Likes:
- snow - cooking - his job
Dislikes:
- werewolves - hugs from his grandparents (they make him emotional) - the sound of howls
Boggart: The mauled body of his dead fiancee
Mirror of Erised: His child and fiancee, alive
Patronus: A white stallion
history
Before we go into detail about Alistair, let me explain the Faulkner family, or at least his side of the story. Elizabeth Laughlin was a young girl who wanted to get the most out of her life but with very religious parents, couldn’t. No boy she dated was good enough, not even Gwayne Faulkner. To her parents, Gwayne was a boy that didn’t deserve their daughter. Of course, that just made Elizabeth want him even more. They were happily in love when Elizabeth and Gwayne were only teenagers, 16 years of age. Of course, Elizabeth questioned why Gwayne had to be gone for almost an entire school year but she was also well aware that they lived in the United Kingdom which was filled with private schools.
She honestly thought that it would make her parents happy but they were anything but happy. Her parents divorced each other because of arguments involving the relationship Elizabeth had with Gwayne and once Gwayne finished Hogwarts, his so-called private school for Elizabeth’s eyes, they got back together and she moved in with him. She felt like she moved into a house of crazy and insane like the devil possessed these poor people. This is where Gwayne had his parents explain the world of witchcraft and wizardry.
It took Elizabeth days to process, especially since she moved away from her possessive mother. She had locked herself up in Gwayne’s room and only after she felt like she processed it all she tried to get on with her life. She would help his mother in the house and after a couple of months, the seventeen-year-old girl by now found herself pregnant. Gwayne was freaking out but showed none of the emotion to his girlfriend or family. The Faulkner’s prepped the house for a baby and as it seemed for a short time, everyone was happy.
This is where their story went south and Alistair’s story begins.
9 months of prepping, working and family gatherings it was finally time. Elizabeth was taken to the nearest muggle hospital despite the protests of Gwayne’s family and gave birth to a little baby boy. For many parents, a baby was a blessing but for young baby Alistair’s parents this was a wicked curse. They were not ready to be parents to a child and neither did they know whether or not the child possessed any magical abilities. Long story short, they freaked the hell out.
After Elizabeth named the baby, the baby was brought back to the Faulkner household where everyone but the parents took care of him. Elizabeth often stayed away for days, sometimes even weeks. One day out of the blue, Elizabeth and Gwayne got married wanting to be in a house of their own with their son. Of course, no one could be more delighted to see these two take responsibility for their own son but their delight was only brief. One day the sister of Gwayne visited the house to check on the newlyweds and their child but the scene she arrived at was horrific, to say the least.
Dishes weren’t done for what looked like forever, the floors weren’t clean, the cockroaches had been spotted from miles away. The sister couldn’t help it, she had to clean the house for the sake of the child while the parents ran off for “business.” The sister felt like nothing had changed, that the lazy youngsters just rushed into things without thinking twice of the consequences. Without a single thought of hesitation, the girl took the baby back to the family home knowing very well that he would be well cared for there.
That action didn’t land well with Elizabeth who recently reconnected with her parents. She never told them for a second about the Faulkner’s secret but she knew that she could hold it against them and win her baby back that way. Elizabeth’s true nature had been revealed to the Faulkner family, something they couldn’t fight because they would run the risk of revealing themselves to religious muggles, the worst kind in their eyes. Their fear of being burned alive at the stake and god knows what other thoughts ran through their minds is what stopped them from fighting for the child.
Years had passed and Alistair was a two year old when Elizabeth arrived at the Faulkner’s doorstep. She had pleaded, begged them to take the child as she was still not ready to take care of Alistair herself. Of course, without a single hesitation, the child was taken in but what seemed like the right choice didn’t last long either. Elizabeth had made a bad move against them, accusing them of kidnapping her son with the press right at their doorstep. If Mrs Faulkner didn’t know any better, their secret and their lives would have been ruined.
With pain in their hearts, Alistair was being returned to the mother. This back and forth game happened for several years. Alistair was being brought and pulled into the lives of the people that cared for him. Not a single moment was a moment of peace for the boy. At the age of six, he was brought to the house of the sister, raised by her for only two weeks before being pulled away again. The night he was pulled away is a night he remembers to this day. He remembered the screams of his aunt as she refused to let him go.
His hand sliding out of hers and showing his first sign of magic by blasting her all the way back in the hallway by accident. A memory that to this very day brings tears to his eyes whenever he sees his aunt. Alistair was brought to the house of his other grandparents. They didn’t know about his gifts and thought of him as a strange child with curious behaviour. Gwayne spent weeks convincing Elizabeth that this was a bad idea and it took some time and convincing for her to agree with him.
It was then that she returned Alistair to Gwayne’s parents and that is where he was raised for the remainder of his childhood. When Alistair was only ten a letter was sent to him specifically, telling him he was accepted at a special school. For the first time in ten years, there was something real to celebrate. Alistair’s mother had no say in the matter as the boy got onto the train that eventually would take him to Hogwarts. As he walked the crowded hall of the train, his tiny arms would cling onto his cat because he was afraid of losing him.
A girl pulled him into a compartment to save him from the crowds and of course, they became immediate friends. Alistair would listen to her stories of how she grew up with magical plants and ask her so many questions it felt like the train ride was too short to know more about this girl’s life. Fear had settled in once again when he had to leave the safety of the train for a little boat that didn’t look strong enough to hold so many kids either. Alistair would stick to this girl’s side the entire time, feeling quite silly for doing so.
Only when they were in the little boat, heading for the giant castle in front of them Alistair was told her name. Maura. Alistair hoped to his knees that she would stick by his side and the hope was held on to from the train to the moment he had to walk into the great hall with a group of other children around him. Alistair felt like a cow on a market, farmers looking at him as if he was worthy to be bought for the milk the cow could provide. Only Alistair couldn’t provide milk but he wasn’t far from peeing himself right there either.
The lady was holding a big hat the moment she told them to stop walking and Alistair was staring at a bunch of old people at a table. Alistair was told to come forward after a while and had to sit down on a stool, waiting for a dusty old hat to tell him which table he had to sit at. As the hat yelled Gryffindor, Alistair was convinced he had gone deaf. The boy almost stumbled to the table with the kids wearing red and just sat down there, hoping this all would make sense soon. Sure his grandparents told him all about Hogwarts but he never said he had a great memory.
Alistair watched Maura go to the stool and the moment the hat yelled Ravenclaw his heart sank down his stomach. The girl had to go to a different table with different kids and Alistair simply didn’t understand why. It didn’t take long after that for him to discover the amazing things this school had to offer. The boy quickly made some friends within his own house and every moment he was there was simply the best time of his life. Alistair felt loved, wanted and finally felt like he had a home.
The years passed by with nothing much happening aside from usual family drama he was kept out of, his aunts and uncles getting married and kids of their own. He got to hold one of his cousins after she was born and promised her he would always be there for her like a big brother she didn’t have. Moving along with his life, the old Alistair got the more attention he seemed to get from girls in the school. The pressure to ask girls out for the dance was quite high and even though he managed to get dates he never got the one date he wanted.
Maura had seemed to move on with her life as well and barely paid attention to Alistair any longer while he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. It wasn’t until he was sixteen that he decided to approach her, ask her out on dates. After a couple of rejections, she seemed to admire his determination. They danced around each other for a couple of months before becoming an item and Alistair couldn’t feel happier with himself.
Of course, he was warned before by his family not to impregnate her until they were of a responsible age and he really kept his word. It was the summer of his last year in Hogwarts when he got the news that his parents had died. While it should have brought him great sadness to hear about this, it didn’t. Until this very day, Alistair hasn’t shed a tear for his parent’s death. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was simply that he wasn’t loved enough by them to love them in the way a child should.
Alistair was offered to live with his uncle and wife for a short time until he managed to get on his own feet and get a job. After graduation, Alistair wanted to work for the ministry. He wanted to provide for Maura after all and not be a burden to his family. Alistair managed to get an internship at the ministry and promised himself he would make quite the hitwizard when he was ready. The young man worked hard to make true on his promise and two weeks after his 21st birthday, he proposed to Maura. With the help of his family, Alistair managed to get the two of them a small house and life seemed just fine this way.
A little over a year passed, Alistair and his fiancee were out on vacation which was well deserved in his opinion. It was a starry night with wine and a delicious dinner he managed to create out on a field away from humanity. The couple was happy and Maura was about to give him some news but then a howl filled the silence. Alistair didn’t think much of it, thought it was just a wild wolf in the distance but he couldn’t have been more wrong and naive at that point.
The howling noise closed in on them and with what felt like a blink of an eye, a werewolf was facing them. Without hesitation, Alistair got up to fight it but the wolf hit him so hard he got shoved a couple of feet away from his fiancee who was screaming for her life. Alistair vaguely knows what happened after this. Frozen and terrified he watched his fiancee get mauled by an animal so disgusting, so vicious it was something that Alistair’s stomach couldn’t bear much longer. In a rage he grabbed his wand and shouted so many spells, firing it all at the wolf but even with the wolf being chased off to protect itself.. he was too late.
Maura was dead, the scene disgusting and Alistair was sure he vomited once or twice. Alistair managed to take her body home, give her a proper burial. For weeks he was unable to be reached, every source of communication was cut off. Alistair was beyond himself with grief, drinking and raging through the house. During one of his hangovers, Alistair found himself in the bathroom where he found a diary that belonged to Maura. Unsure what to do he held onto it for hours, his head leaned against the cold sink.
Thoughts of whether or not he was going to read it crossed his mind and after what felt like hours but was only less than five minutes, he gave in and opened the diary. Alistair read the final entry, his heart feeling like it was going to pulse out of his chest. The final words she wrote were, “I’m going to tell him while we’re on vacation, I think he will be a great father.” The diary fell from his hands as he basically heard her say those words in his own head.
Alistair didn’t get up from the bathroom floor until there was a ring of his doorbell. He slowly got up, not caring about how he looked and as he made his way through a house full of Maura and her memories, his wand slowly lit it on fire. Alistair opened the door of his house, looking at his grandmother with pain all over his expression as he walked forward, walked her away from the doorstep and let the flames take the house and the memories away.
It took him years to show any signs of kindness or warmth. Alistair had to recover from pain and loss and though the only way he knew how to was the wrong way, it was the way he went with. He buried himself in his work, he started living in a crappy apartment because he didn’t feel like he needed more than that. For about three years, Alistair distanced himself from society and was mainly focussed on work and his own misery. It was the one night that his grandmother was on his doorstep, told him what happened to his uncle that he knew he had to do the right thing and step up.
It was the push he needed to be there for the people who needed him. Deep down he knew Maura didn’t want to watch him suffer. She didn’t want him to show hatred towards werewolves and be a pawn to society while he could do so much more. Alistair from that day stepped up for his family, for his cousins and his friends. Ever since that day, the kindness in what once was a lost soul had returned, a strong and brave man had emerged from a long sleep.
Alistair has been trying to get more social, sure he didn’t get far romantically because he simply hasn’t given it much thought or time and he probably even let flirtatious pass him by but he managed to get himself together and has been working hard to prove that to not only his family but also, himself.
Mavican had often felt like having the few friends she had was a blessing, Rowan was one of those friends. She could be a complete flat out idiot around him and it was fun. The redhead though didn't think he was less of an idiot sometimes and she wasn't too shy to remind him of that thought. Her green eyes were on him and her red lips and curled up in a smile as she sipped from her drink. "You are very welcome for the special treatment I give you, Howard." she said with a smirk and cocked her head to the side for a moment as she watched him raise his hand slightly and then.. lower it.
"Were you about to make my sex hairdo even worse?" she asked with a smirk. "Yes they are which is a miracle if you ask me. Who knew I could actually pull off the dating thing?" she was actually genuinly surprised about that fact but she was not unhappy about it either. When Rowan asked her if she got Casey pregnant yet the redhead almost choked on her juice. Some spilled out of her mouth and she grabbed a handkerchief from the table before making a complete fool out of herself in front of the Gryffindork house.
"Oof hey.." she coughed a bit. "I doubt I can create zombabies but just for you i'll keep trying." she replied though now the thought of babies crawling about asking for brains was not leaving her mind anytime soon. "But would zombabies actually speak or just grunt like a zombie? Would their eyes be red? Green skin?" she asked curiously. God Mavican who cares? "The astronomy professor had a beard? Huh.. I didn't even notice." she had her brow arched as she watched Rowan. She reached out for his face and hummed. "Yes you have a long way to go." she grinned before pulling her hand back.
"You think I haven't tried that? Dude it's like.. a huge mess man... I broke bands.." she said with a slight flush to her cheeks. She was never ashamed of her activities but her hair was betraying her so hard. "Oh you almost sound like I wouldn't mind sharing with the world that I had a delightful night that caused my hair to look like a confirmation sign." she teased and frowned. "Okay yes I really don't like my hair like this." she shook her head and laughed. "Imagine being called a bad omen though.." Mavican reached out for a piece of bacon and took a bite from it. "Mmm well. If you want to make the team so badly why don't you just talk to some of the players? What's the harm?" she asked and knew the pain of not getting on the team. She was denied back when she was in her third year but in fourth she refused to be denied and got in.
"I can help you practice. What position are you going for?" she asked and eyed two little girls playing with braids. "Hmmm.." she turned and whistled at them. "Hey would you guys mind helping me out? I could use some fancy braids.." she asked as the girls came up to her. With big smiles they nodded and Mavican pulled her hood down so they could reach her hair. "So as I was saying.. Perhaps I could help." Mavican offered as the girls started braiding her locks.
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