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!
Christian took a seat in the bleachers, staring out at the empty Quidditch pitch. He still couldn't believe he was back at Hogwarts after all these years. The afternoon sunlight felt warm on his face. He took a letter out of his satchel and unfolded it. It was from his mother... not handwritten, but typed and printed.
Dear Christian,
Thank you for sending me that book on lycanthropy, it was extremely enlightening. It's nice to know that people with this affliction are still able to think for themselves most of the time. But why is wolfsbane not offered freely? Surely it would improve everyone's quality of life. I suppose in the current political climate that would be impossible.
I'm just glad that you're safe.
Your dad and I are well. We've just got back from our trip to Norway. It was cold. I went horse riding. Your dad bought a recipe book and we've been eating nothing but Norwegian cuisine since we got home. Lot's of fish and potatoes.
Remind me again why I can't just send you an email? It would be so much easier to contact you. We could video chat! That damn owl of yours keeps defecating on the oven. Why not save up for a computer instead of a new broom? Lord knows you have enough already.
Love you loads,
Mum
Christian smiled to himself. His mother had never liked not being able to reach him at Hogwarts. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to not having an instant line of communication. These days, if he needed to speak to someone, he could apparate to their front door. Although, not from Hogwarts. He made a mental note to visit his parents soon and had just begun busying himself with his sketchbook when he spied a figure at the other end of the pitch.
Post by ROSALIA CAPONE on Apr 22, 2019 5:25:41 GMT
The young prefect made her way along the grounds, keeping an ever-keen eye for whatever bullshit the other students may have been getting into. Of course, Ms.Capone was hardly a saint, but she knew when to act and when to remain steadfast- mostly. Granted she was quick to snap on people, she still knew better than to punch every idiot she met. She'd been in a few skirmishes, but nothing the staff had ever been keen to. Always keep your composure when the lights are on. She would only strike when the moment permitted. That was mobster, purist raising for you.
She noticed her professor as she walked, offering a respectful nod, " Professor Moore-- Buongiorno, " The girl greeted in Italian as she folded her hands behind her back as she quirked a curious brow. Normally she didn't really care what people did, but seeing him scratching intently did bring a tinge of curiosity to the young snake, " Enjoying the sunshine, I see, " She gave a calm smile. While she wasn't really raised to associate with muggleborns, she didn't hate them. They just... Weren't someone she would likely want to settle with. Stronger lines through pure lines as her parents would say. She saw it as traditional and had it nailed in her mind from a young age. She often questioned it in the back of her mind, but her loyalty garnered her silence on the matter.
Christian looked up in time to see ROSALIA CAPONE approaching, he'd never been sure that the girl liked him. It was a shame, he'd hoped that old prejudices might die, but these things took time. Nevertheless, he didn't have any reason to dislike her. Chris gave her a nod and a smile before going back to his work, but when Rosalia greeted him, he took his nose completely out of his sketchbook, placing it next to him. He allowed himself a split second to glance back at the diagram he'd just been drawing, committing it to memory. "Afternoon, Miss Capone"
He was glad to see that studying hadn't completely overtaken everyone's lives yet. Especially when the weather was so fine. It seemed she agreed, and he squinted up at her, the sun in his eyes. "Yep!" he replied cheerily, "Predictably, this is my favourite place in Hogwarts. And how are you this afternoon?" Maybe he was wrong about Rosalia. It was just a gut feeling that he had. He couldn't suppose that any of the students knew anything about his family life to begin with. Despite that, what was the point of speculating? They all had to exist in the same space, regardless.
