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 ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY on Dec 7, 2019 13:07:06 GMT
A fear had been taking young Rose's heart for a long time and the fear had only become more real now she had... a girlfriend. Still there was one thing vexing the young girl, she hadn't told her family that she was into girls or that she was dating one. Oh god what would her father think? He surely would have a heart attack wouldn't he? And her mother? would she approve of Frankie? The redhead was bugged by this, months of keeping the relationship a secret from prying eyes.. which meant every single soul in this damn building.
Now her aunt was a damn teacher as well? What else could ruin her? Rose ran a hand through her red curly locks as she walked the halls proudly to her aunt's classroom. The heels of her shoes clicked on the tiles of the stone floor while Rose pondered the many approaches she could take in this. She could go to Fleur and be right up front that she doesn't like the fact her aunt came to work here rather than the french school she came from or the fear that she was spying on her and her cousins. Well Rose didn't care if she spied on her cousins.
Rose chewed on her lip as she entered the classroom, not bothering to knock. "Good day auntie." she greeted with her head held high and her hands on her hips.
Fleur hummed softly to herself under her breath as she worked her way through yet another towering pile of marking. She was entirely convinced that the stuff got together and multiplied whenever she took her eye off it for too long, so that she made a concerted effort several times a week to get on top of things. Success, she achieved occasionally, but it never seemed to last for very long, and the blonde was by now resigned to the fact that no matter how much marking she did in an evening, it was almost certain to have been replaced and exceeded by the following day. Such was life.
Being dedicated to maintaining some kind of order as she was, she hated to be interrupted when in the middle of such things, which was why she was working in her classroom rather than in the staffroom where she was always sure to be dragged away from the important work at hand by someone or other wanting to talk to her, and so she raised her head sharply as she heard the door opening, quite prepared to dish out a few pointed remarks to whoever was responsible. As she recognised her niece, she deflated slightly, though not by much; just because she was a relative didn't mean that she could dispense with common courtesy.
"Rose, cherie. I know your mother brought you up to knock," she pointed out, as gently as she could contrive. "What is it? Is there something the matter?"
Post by ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY on Dec 17, 2019 10:30:07 GMT
Rose could have possibly knocked but she really didn't care about such a thing. Her mother would've told her off about it but she had important matters to discuss and Rose knew even her mother wouldn't have knocked. Rose was told about it by her aunt and though she would've happily discussed her manners and the way she was raised, she had more important things on her paranoid mind. Rose was scared her aunt was spying on her and if she was then her mother and father would be told about something soon which Rose didn't want them to know about.
"We need to talk." she said shortly as she walked up to her and sat down across from her desk. Rose needed to know her business here and the sooner she got this all over with the better. Rose looked at her aunt and pursed her lips. "Why may I ask are you deciding to become a teacher here?" she asked her aunt, right out. Rose could twist and turn around her words but the direct approach always worked. "Did mum and dad ask you to spy on me because I can take care of myself." she assured her aunt though she was afraid the answer might not be what she wanted to hear.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 19, 2019 23:50:09 GMT
Fleur raised her eyebrows, watching in silence as the younger girl entered the room and took a seat opposite her. She was quite capable of providing an answer, but elected not to do so for the present; she had often found it more productive, both as a mother and as a teacher, to wait patiently until the child couldn't take the silence any more and had to say something or other in order to fill it. It was a difficult line that she was walking here; as a professor, she knew precisely what she would say to Rose, but at the moment, she was speaking (or not) as the girl's aunt, and that was a harder role to play.
"Mon Dieu," the blonde murmured softly to herself. "Rose, ma petite fleur, do you not think that your parents could have come up with some more inventive method of having you watched, hm?" It was typical, of course; from what she'd seen, a fair number of teenage girls seemed to develop the conception that the world revolved around them, but she wasn't sure whether she ought to be irritated or amused. "You will find, mademoiselle, that I am capable of taking a professional decision without its being motivated entirely by you, hmm?"
Post by ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY on Dec 23, 2019 15:47:11 GMT
Rose hated the silence between herself and Fleur mainly because silence was often what she endured when living with her parents. The girl didn't think her parents even cared enough to know that but it seemed Fleur had the same method in her mind as her mother did. Her green eyes were on the woman, waiting for her to answer when she spoke and her perfectly manicured eyebrow arched when Fleur said that she was not here spying on her. A big relief for sure but Rose still was cautious about the situation, everything Fleur saw could easily be told to her parents.
"You assume there is any specific intelligence in my father... as for my mother yes if she wasn't too busy with being miss politics." she scoffed. "They are too busy to do anything themselves." she was not too shy to share her opinion on her parents. She doubted they even loved her enough because it was always a grandparent watching her or an aunt or uncle doing the thing her own parents were meant to do. Rose ran a hand through her red locks. "But I do not understand why you would want to teach here. It's becoming a prison of sorts.." she said with her brow still arched.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 23, 2019 16:56:29 GMT
Fleur sighed, laying down her quill. Evidently this was going to be one of the more involved kinds of familial conversation, and she spared a glance up at the clock that she'd hung over the door. No rush, thankfully, which was just as well because she got the sense that she was going to be here for some time. "Your mother believes that she is making the world a better place for you, Rose," she pointed out. Whether Hermione was right or not was another matter; herself, the blonde thought that her sister in law might do better to spend more time with her own children, but that wasn't an opinion that she intended to share with Rose; it would only make things worse.
"Why would I not?" she countered. "I came to this country and I fought a war, and I was the better for it. Britain was the better for it. Now there may be another, and you think that I should... what? Sit at home and make biscuits? Non, Rose, passivity does not suit me, and I have more than ever to fight for. A prison, you say. I do not think that the Headmistress would be happy to hear it, and I do not believe it. There is still time. What your Aunt Ginny stood in her final year here, that was a prison."
Post by ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY on Dec 31, 2019 12:35:03 GMT
Rose had heard about the war her family fought. The war that changed so many lives, the war that brought sadness into the house whenever a certain day of the year approached and they were all dragged to the graveyard to remember the ones they lost. Rose never really understood why she had to go there, she had no connection whatsoever to anyone they lost because she never met them. Of course she respected the ones they lost but she wasn't going to cry over their deaths because she had no reason to. She was very much aware of the people around her who do matter to her.
"That's what everyone says." she replied when Fleur mentioned her mother doing the best she could for her. Everyone thought that but Rose didn't. Soon Hugo would come to school here and her parents would have no care in the world. The children they neglect would be gone and out of sight. "My parents never talk about the war you all fought." she said and looked away to inspect the classroom with her alert eyes, her whole posture still saying she was the queen of the castle.
"All we do is remember the dead.." she said, her voice absent from where she was at. "I know what happened through books, newspapers and historic articles but, mum and dad never talk about it." she turned back to look at Fleur. "They only talk about work and Hugo."
Fleur shrugged. "Perhaps because it is true." She was by no means convinced of this herself, she would have to admit; so far as she was concerned, the best way of making life better for one's children was by being there for them, and she could understand why Rose might feel a little out of sorts with her mother spending more time at the Ministry than she did at home. Hermione had always been dedicated, of course she had, and Fleur had respected her for that since they'd first met, even when it was abundantly clear that the bushy-haired Gryffindor had thought very little of her, but it occurred to her that there was more than one cause in life worthy of dedication. Hermione was evidently not of the same opinion.
Folding her hands together and resting them on top of her desk, the blonde dipped her head, regarding the uppermost of her pile of essays to mark without really seeing it. "It was not a pleasant time, cherie," she murmured. "We all lost very many who were dear to us, and the world has never been the same since; it is not easy to speak casually of such things. You are young, you know little of death; I pray it will remain so, but we lost those as young and younger, and some of the best people that I have known... This was not my country, I knew little of the people, but I feel the horror still, and how it must be for your parents, who knew so many, I cannot think." She sighed. "But you are not here to listen to history. No one cares to these days."
A fear had been taking young Rose's heart for a long time and the fear had only become more real now she had... a girlfriend. Still there was one thing vexing the young girl, she hadn't told her family that she was into girls or that she was dating one. Oh god what would her father think? He surely would have a heart attack wouldn't he? And her mother? would she approve of Frankie? The redhead was bugged by this, months of keeping the relationship a secret from prying eyes.. which meant every single soul in this damn building. 
