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 ADRIAN ANDERSON on Dec 27, 2019 4:25:33 GMT
The day started out as most did, Adrian didn't bother glancing up at his supposed girlfriend as she sat down next to him, still gathering his notes. He wasn't necessarily mad at Vinda, he was just feeling drained. Not to say she was exhausting...but certainly her expectations were. Expectations that she didn't seem to hold to herself, which was one of the multiple reasons he'd been cold to her recently. He blinked as he heard her compliment him, something she seemed loathe to do in other circumstances. Perhaps he'd been a little too harsh with her, within his own thoughts. "Thank you." He murmured in reply, shifting his papers around and then lifting up a quill to write the date as the lesson began.
Sensing a little tension, he finally looked towards Vinda...and then passed her to the boy sitting next to her. It was Wagtail, a source of their previous disagreement. Adrian pursed his lips and shook his head, choosing to not comment. Annoyance gnawed at his thoughts as he wished that Vinda could get Wagtail to stay away...if just for a while. Adrian was sure he could grow to get used to the guy, but at the point he was just an obstacle in the request Vinda had made. There was a little satisfaction as he realised that she was ignoring him. He tried to concentrate on the class, despite the stupid answers that were offered up tp the Professor. He slid his eyes towards Ryker, the girl who was being mocked by Wagtail himself. Despite the fact Adrian agreed with what was being said, he didn't think it was particularly relevant to insult her in class. Slytherin was about to lose a lot of points, since Kaylie and Wagtail were acting like 1st years.
He sighed and shrugged to himself, writing down the topic and writing his own answers down instead of responding outloud. Words: 319
When Adrian replied with a thank you to Vinda's gracious compliment about his hair, Vinda was beyond pleased because he wasn't giving her the cold shoulder. It didn't look good if he refused to speak to her, it didn't sell their little act, and even though Vinda had made a mistake of epic proportions in the past... she didn't intend to again. No, she was going to play the perfect part of a loving girlfriend so when they announced their engagement, it seemed born from love and not from obligation. Although another compliment to weasel her way back into his good graces was on the tip of her tongue, it seemed like overkill and so she settled for giving him a slightly wider smile instead before taking her own quill in hand.
Her smile didn't last long, however, as she felt Willy's thigh dare touch her own, heat radiating from his body and onto her own. Merlin, being touched felt so good Vinda's grip tightened around her quill ever so slightly because had he no shame? Was he really trying to elicit some sort of reaction out of her in the middle of class? It turned out the answer was yes because the next thing she knew, she felt Willy's hot breath curl around her ear as he whispered some bitchy remark about Ryker - one that was deserved, but obviously was an excuse to touch and tease her even further. Swiftly, Vinda knocked her leg against his in a non-verbal demand that he stop it.
Of course, that didn't work because his nails were flashing all different colours for some reason - she knew he didn't have that much control over his abilities, the lying tart - and then he did the unspeakable. He flashed his - her - tie in his direction, the one she had given him that time when they were drinking and he had licked her lips and trailed a hand up towards the juncture of her thighs and... if they were in the middle of class, Vinda's hand would have shot out and slapped him with as much force as she could muster. But they were in class, and one of Vinda's hands slipped under the desk, hidden from sight, before her sharp talons dug into the side of his thigh as hard as she could. Leaning over, Vinda hissed only for his ears, "I can play too, William, so stop being a bitch."
Of course Wagtail had to open his mouth like the disgusting worm he is. She had received much hate from him throughout the years but recently his douchebag self had taken its own form on his ugly face. The brunette rolled her eyes at his comment, her nails digging into her skin. Her anger had been getting the best of her recently, whether it was her stupid cousin who's snarky comments made Ryker want to drown her or Wagtail who thought he was funny and even charming when he was just a pathetic child crying because his daddy died.
"Let's reserve that form for your girlfriend." she hissed in return and though she shouldn't let him get to her, he fucking did. Ryker did NOTHING to deserve those words thrown at her, she was simply smarter than him and most people in this classroom perhaps but she never, not even once did anything to deserve these insults. Within seconds after making the comment about Vinda who Willy was always close with, the girl snapped on the inside. Her voice had become mute, her body shifted and her eyes turned a gold yellow as Ryker stood in the middle of the classroom.
Her head was right towards Willy, a low growl coming from her mouth, her paws on the floor. Her muscles were tensing and in that moment Ryker had forgotten about the people around her, about being human as the black panther was standing there, ready to bite his face off if he even dared to make the wrong move against her.
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Dec 27, 2019 15:26:36 GMT
The pleasant smile that almost always graced the blonde boy’s face disappeared quicker than an evanesco’d mouse the moment Emil took a seat next to his baby sister. Arthur remembered well the exchange the “innocent” Head Boy had had with Grace at the party and honestly Arthur would trust Matheus ... no, no he wouldn’t. Never mind. Still, every fibre of Arthur’s body was alert as he sat in the classroom eyeballing Emil’s every move. If perchance the Ravenclaw glanced in Arthur’s direction, he would use his two fingers to gesture: I’m watching you.
There was a warm, softness that came over Arthur each time Grace answered a question though because Merlin’s man parts, wasn’t she clever! then the entrance of William caught his eye because he was such a piece of work... he was glad when Willy moved to another end of the classroom. Arthur flexed the knuckles of his right hand which was currently grasping the quill in his and he grimaced at the boy’s language.
Next thing he knew, Arthur was watching the dazzling display of flashing nails by Mr Wagtail when his mischievous eye caught sight of something not meant for him. Did he see right? Was there a V.S. embroidered onto that tie? ”Raid the girl’s dorms there Wagtail?” he asked innocently, using his own hand and tie as a gesture for Willy and Vinda both to know what he was talking about. With any luck, Vinda will lose her shit at him again because that was hot.
But then all that changed as Ryker was the one to lose her shit. The sexy Gryffindor changed before their eyes into a menacingly large predatory animal and Arthur didn’t think twice before he stumbled over himself to stand between the panther and Gracie. If he happened to knock Emil out of the way too, so be it. ”Down kitty. Don’t make me spray you,” Arthur raised his wand, ready to aguamenti his fellow housemate if need be. Plus who wouldn’t want to see Ryker all soaked?
Raouf had slid into the class like a shadow, sitting on one of the remaining chairs before the lesson began. He was in the row behind Grace, but all he offered was a brief smile. He dug around in his things, listening as the teacher asked questions and recieved answers from his classmates. He lifted his head from his books when he heard a Gryffindor girl give a vague answer. "I would argue that yes, it is complicated but it isn't impossible for students to learn. I think that it could be taught in Hogwarts curriculum. Uagadou found a way." It was rare that Raouf would speak up in class, but the way the girl had spoken about it made it seem like it was some unobtainable skill. He thought it was actually something that most people could do, if they made it part the risky bits.
He gave a nod to his Hufflepuff friend as she named a spell and turned his nose back into his book. He sighed as one of the more notorious Slytherin's began to insult that same Gryffindor, probably due to her tone too. Raouf glanced back at the metamorhagus with an incredulous look, which turned into a wide-eyed stare as Ryker turned around and decided to retaliate. Raouf felt mortification in the pit of his stomach as the Gryffindor turned into a panther. Pure and unadulterated embarrassment for the girl. How could someone with that foul of a temper have the patience to become an animagus? And why would she flaunt it like this. Almost without thought, he stood up at the same time as Arthur.
He pulled his wand out with a flourish, but he didn't have water in mind. "Stand down and turn back or I'll do it for you." His voice was low, but he knew that she'd hear him with her enhanced hearing. There was still a little bit of bitterness, mixed with second-hand embarrassment. Why could this girl not control herself? "You're not proving anything but your temper right now." He added. Words: 344 Tags: RYKER YOUNGGRACE LONGBOTTOM
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Dec 28, 2019 2:19:14 GMT
As somebody took the seat beside Grace, she glanced up to see who it was before... oh. Emil. One of the people Grace had kissed at that party, and.. one of the people she had enjoyed kissing too. Even though the meeting of their lips had only been brief, it had been nice. Warmth had bloomed across her stomach, her skin had tingled pleasantly, and she'd been left wondering if maybe she should have drawn it out longer but... no. That would have made this moment and consequent patrols even more awkward. "I... hi, it's... it's you. Emil," she said dumbly, before glancing down at her hands. What a stupid thing to say. He knew his own name.
In the middle of class, after Ryker answered the Professors question, that was when all hell broke lose. Willy was... well, Willy and he was asking Ryker if her chosen form was... was that. It was uncalled for, and a word that Grace didn't want to repeat out loud. Turning around in her seat, Grace sent a small, worried frown to her friend Raouf and Arthur because what was about to happen? She knew Ryker didn't have the best control on her temper, she'd caught sight of what had happened in the Great Hall only the other day, and -
Grace let out a shriek when she turned back around, her hand shooting out to clutch one of Emil's arms in a death grip, as she spied the panther standing in the middle of their classroom. A panther. When had Hogwarts become a jungle and were they about to be this animal's prey? Apparently not straight away because Arthur was scrambling across tables, knocking down chairs in the process, to put himself between Grace and the panther - Ryker, she quickly realised - who was letting out a low growl aimed straight at Willy.
Ryker knew she had made a mistake but her anger recently taken over her common sense which she usually did not allow to happen. Whatever these people's problem was they had to stop taking it out on her. The young woman who had turned into a panther glared at Arthur Longbottom, the idiot incarnate but with a good heart was threatening to make her wet? She wasn't a damn regular housecat. Ryker slowly backed away, towards the door and her eyes moved onto Raouf who spoke to her. She didn't care a single fuck about him but he had a point.
Ryker turned back, fixing her robes as she did so before fixing her hair. "Calm your hearts guys, before it pops from your chests." she spoke, as calm as she could manage. Ryker's anger was still trying to get the better hand but Raouf had a good point and she really had to calm down if she were to survive the remaining months here. Her eyes shifted towards him and basically spoke a thank you without using her own words before turning to the professor. She knew the woman wasn't going to let her get away with it but Ryker sat down nonetheless.
"Now if you only had more skill than insulting people for no fucking reason Wagtail, you could've shown everyone the rat you actually are." Ryker told him and sat back.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Dec 29, 2019 11:12:45 GMT
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Fleur nodded at each student to offer an answer, and was just about to continue with a brief introduction to some of the basic concepts of Animagi when all hell broke loose. She had learned from long experience that attempting to cut into the middle of an exchange like that was unlikely to be successful; the best that she could have hoped for was that the snarky comments and retorts would have been issued more quietly, or translated into note form, which would have been entirely disruptive to the rest of her lesson. Accordingly, she folded her hands together in front of her and leaned back, waiting for an appropriate juncture to interject which, at length, arrived.
Straightening up, she took a few steps forward, which brought her in line with the front row of student desks. "Mr Wagtail, I approve of neither your tone nor your language, and even if you must resort to such cliched insults, it would be far preferable if you would do so in your own time. Ten points from Slytherin. Miss Young, if I require a demonstration, I will ask for it, and I will suggest that you keep a better check on your emotions; you only encourage Mr Wagtail's indiscretions, and though I have no doubt that Gryffindor House will thank you for it, Slytherin House will not. Five points from Gryffindor. Mr Nashaat, sit down, and Mr Longbottom, if I would like my classroom turned into a water park then I am quite capable of doing it myself." She took a deep breath. "Have we all quite finished? Is there any student who does not feel that their House has yet lost sufficient points? Or may I be permitted to continue my lesson?"
Turning sharply on her heel, she picked up a piece of chalk. "Alas, I fear we now lack the time to discuss Animagi in more detail, but I have no doubt that if you apply to Miss Young then she will be more than happy to answer any questions you may have. I have no intention of instructing you in the difficult and dangerous magic required in order to achieve such abilities, not least as many of you have just demonstrated that you lack the necessary self-discipline, but we will be dealing today with the spell Crinus Muto, so take two points, Miss Longbottom. This is a spell which can be used not merely on the hair which grows on your head, but also for moustaches, beards, eyebrows, eyelashes, and any other hair found on the body, and which results, as Miss Longbottom so rightly tells us, in a change of colour." Picking up her own wand, she performed a quick demonstration by turning her own blonde hair into a red mane reminiscent of her sister-in-law's. "Any questions so far?"
If looks could kill, there would have been a huge chance of William Wagtail dropping dead. As the insults were thrown at Ryker, Elijah eyed his sister and then the Slytherin slimeball for a few seconds. His eyes went back to the textbook he was reading before he heard the commotion and the yell from Grace alerted him something was happening. It was too late for Elijah to react because two students were already having their wands on his sister, the big black feline in the classroom starling at William. If this was another place for this, he would have told her to go for the troat but instead, he gripped onto his wand, ready to attack anyone who would utter a spell that could harm his sister.
Once his sister turned back, he let go of his wand and leaned forward in his seat to look at his sister who seemed to have calmed down. When the professor started to speak up again, letting the lesson move on he leaned back and crossed his arms.
Yep, this class went to hell and back.
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Ryker gave the professor a nod to acknowledge her punishment of sorts and just looked at her books, the coin she was often levitating resting on it as if it was there the entire team except it wasn't. The brunette didn't say a word, she knew she had been in enough trouble for today and just started writing down notes. The professor then named her again as if she was going to answer anyone's questions in the first place. She'd rather get hanged on the nearest tree and the girl just started to levitate and spin her coin.
"Sorry big brother.. I don't know what's wrong with me." she whispered for Elijah's ears only and turned her gaze to Raouf for a moment. "He knew.. about me.. do you know if he is one too?" she asked her brother in the same hushed tones. She didn't need others to hear her conversation or throw more insults at her head, though she would get some without a doubt from the snakes in the room. It was like they're a damn cult of stuck up people and their village idiot as their mascot.
Yet Raouf wasn't like them and Ryker wasn't sure if he was going to save his backlash for later or whether he was actually a normal person. The girl shrugged it off and just sat back, spinning her coin.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Jan 12, 2020 5:14:29 GMT
I can play too were the words that accompanied a sweet pain in Willy’s thigh as Vinda sunk her nails into the material. He did not hesitate to let his face show the wince that it elicited, but quickly after it he murmured, ”mmm, harder,” just as Ryker returned his insult with a piss-poor effort to insult ... an imaginary girlfriend? Willy scoffed at her attempt, ”not smart enough to think a quick cutting reply Ryker?” he was just finished the sentence when the girl turned herself into an insanely massive beast. Several of his classmates screeched and Arthur the great dolt caused a calamity over desks but William wouldn’t give Young the satisfaction of his heart beat rising. He was the son of a rock star. Nothing about her scared him.
”Oh she’s a big pussy, eh? A bit on the nose don’t you think?” he made eyes to find Morgan, amused by the turn of events. ”And here I thought you liked her for her personality. Shoulda known,” still, Willy was glad when the beast returned to being a girl. Calm your hearts indeed. Willy’s attention turned to the teacher as she began dealing out the penalties.
”Are you fucking serious Proff? I asked if Madame-fucking-know-everything was a female dog animagus and she scares half the students to shit their own pants - yeah, Arthur, check your arse you big baby, mate you stink,” Willy pointed a finger from the Professor to Ryker to Arthur and then back again. ”And she only gets five points deducted? Weasley bull shit strikes again doesn’t it? Let’s just protect all the stupid dick heads in Gryffindor and take any measley excuse to take points from Slytherin. Merlin, have you no shame?”
He was tempted to storm out of the class room but the anger in his heart made him stay. At the very least to hear them answer his accusations. So it was that he glared at the teacher from his seat as his fingers guided his occamy feather quill to write the curse avada kedavra on repeat.
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Jan 19, 2020 15:29:13 GMT
"Language," Fleur snapped, turning sharply to give the Slytherin boy a warning look. "If you would like to have an input into how I give out punishments, Mr Wagtail, then I suggest you pass your NEWTs, apply to teach, and work your way to become Deputy Head. At that point and at that point only will I take your views into consideration. And you do yourself no favours by throwing around foul language. That will be a further ten points for gratuitous reference to copulation out of context, five for your insinuations about Mr Longbottom's continence, five for your sweeping generalisations regarding Gryffindor House..." She raised an eyebrow in the Slytherin's direction. "Would you like me to continue? I am quite happy to go on all day, but I fear that you would not be popular in the common room tonight. Miss Young, as diverting as I'm sure all this is, I promise you that Transfiguration will be more interesting than whatever you have there, when we finally get around to doing any. Put it away please. And that will be quite enough; the next person to make any comment which is not relevant will be spending this evening sharpening quills. Now, I will assume that we have no questions. Would any pairing like to volunteer to demonstrate this spell?"
If not, she thought, then she might be tempted to demonstrate the principles of human Transfiguration by turning Wagtail, Young, and one or two others into an assortment of matchsticks, needles, feathers... Anything that couldn't argue; she wasn't picky.
Of course Wagtail had to open his mouth like the disgusting worm he is. She had received much hate from him throughout the years but recently his douchebag self had taken its own form on his ugly face. The brunette rolled her eyes at his comment, her nails digging into her skin. Her anger had been getting the best of her recently, whether it was her stupid cousin who's snarky comments made Ryker want to drown her or Wagtail who thought he was funny and even charming when he was just a pathetic child crying because his daddy died. 
As somebody took the seat beside Grace, she glanced up to see who it was before... oh. Emil. One of the people Grace had kissed at that party, and.. one of the people she had enjoyed kissing too. Even though the meeting of their lips had only been brief, it had been nice. Warmth had bloomed across her stomach, her skin had tingled pleasantly, and she'd been left wondering if maybe she should have drawn it out longer but... no. That would have made this moment and consequent patrols even more awkward. "I... hi, it's... it's you. Emil," she said dumbly, before glancing down at her hands. What a stupid thing to say. He knew his own name.
