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!
Always carries glasses in her handbag but has never used them.
Collects sporty cars.
Listens to opera music.
Organises books by colour.
Likes: Organisation, winning, spending money.
Dislikes: Condescension, blonde hair, animals.
Boggart: Her own dead body, drowned.
Mirror of Erised: Herself sitting behind her father's desk, taking his place at last.
Patronus: Fox.
history
Creeping down the stairs, hardly daring to breathe, she paused as the wood creaked beneath her bare feet and stood, heart in her mouth, for a long moment. The murmur of voices from the room below continued uninterrupted, and Emma relaxed somewhat, continuing her journey down to the ground floor. She stepped lightly along the floorboards of the hall, passing the heavy oak furniture which her grandfather had always insisted he'd won in a duel, and noting the grandfather clock, long since chimed its last, as an excellent possible hiding place. Her father was not a forgiving man, and young as she was, the brunette was well aware that if she was caught, she could look forward to a whole range of punishments, none of them pleasant. All the same, she found it so fascinating to hear what he and his colleagues did, and their work was so much more exciting than boring school stuff. It was worth the risk.
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Softly, she kissed his lips, and the brunette allowed a slight smile to appear upon her own as she watched the look of sheer shock coming into his eyes. It was moments like this that made life so much fun, she'd decided. In the end, everything was about power, and while the power to surprise might not seem like a whole lot, that wasn't what was important. The important thing was that it was power, any kind of power, and now that she had that as a lever, she could use it to gain more and more. That was the wonderful thing. Blackmail was an awful word and a rather inaccurate description of precisely what it was that Emma was intending in any case, but that wasn't to say that it didn't have its uses. And if anything had a use then she was quite happy to set herself to find it.
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Her heels clicked against the bare wood of the hallway as she walked through the familiar rooms. Same furniture, same grandfather clock, same office, but this time, she had permission to be there, and that made all the difference. In fact, it wasn't so much permission as it was instructions, but Emma could live with that. She seemed to have spent her life so far in doing what she was told by her father and there was no reason why that shouldn't continue, at least for the moment. After all, the element of surprise was a significant weapon, and when she was ready, she was going to need all that she could get. Rapping a couple of times on her father's office door, she didn't bother to wait for an answer before walking in and seating herself in the most comfortable chair available. Emma was well aware that confidence covered a multitude of sins, but the way that her slender fingers wrapped around the handle of her wand suggested that perhaps she was not quite so calm and collected as she appeared...
The room was dark, with heavy curtains drawn across the tall windows and the door very definitely closed. But then Emma worked best when there was limited light available, and even had that not been the case, she recognised that it was important to create an atmosphere. Atmosphere was what your visitors remembered, certainly far more vividly than they might recall specific words. Which was exactly what Emma wanted, because she recalled specific words with terrible accuracy, and would admit to taking a certain pleasure in quoting them precisely to their originators at some point in the future when the confidences that they had let slip would be most damaging to them.
Emma liked her office; it was comfortable, functional, and attractive. But all the same, it was not quite all that she would have wished it; it was not her father's office. It wasn't that she had any particularly positive associations with the place; on the contrary, she'd spent some very unpleasant times in that room as a child. But that wasn't the point. It was a seat of power, a centre of influence, a place of significance. Three things which Emma had long ago set out to achieve, not through her father but for herself.
There was a knock at the door, and the brunette turned slightly in her chair to face it, reaching out a hand and illuminating a dim yellow lamp on the leather-topped desk. "Come in," she invited, with a last quick glance at the mirror on the back of the door to ensure that she looked sufficiently imposing as it opened.
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Age: 27
