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 ELIZABETH BEAUCAGE on Dec 23, 2019 15:39:07 GMT
Sleep was for the weak and the ones who didn't have continuous nightmares. Lizzy had been having those very things many times it seemed in the past few days. Every single moment crawled closer to that one day where her parents had showed their true colors, had made her cut them off as much as she could. Where her parents tried to destroy her but Lizzy was stronger than them, she was stronger than that. But yet, she was still having bad nights where she woke up in a pool of sweat and her eyes wet from the tears she cried.
Lizzy had managed to sneak out of her own bed to sit on the balcony of her penthouse apartment and looked over London before lighting a cigarette. She had promised to stop smoking and yet just holding it seemed to calm her down already, she didn't even have to hold the thing against her lips and suck in the toxins. Everywhere she went she managed to get herself into sticky situations where she couldn't get away from which really made her unable to trust many people. Yet she always managed to put up a smile, hide whatever was going on deep down.
The brunette closed her eyes as she tossed the cigarette in a water filled vase, not giving a damn really about it. All she wanted was to get some decent sleep and yet her mind wouldn't let her. The cold evening air made her sticky top feel cold and uncomfortable, her messy curls were tied in a small bun so it was out of her face and her eyes focused on the lights of London. The large billboards, the sounds of traffic.
Post by DEVON CALLAGHAN on Dec 23, 2019 16:52:29 GMT
A year ago, Devon would never expect to be alive and somewhat successful. A year ago, she believed she’d be dead before thirty. But yet, there she was in someone’s bed after a good night with the female she was slowly falling for. Devon wasn’t expecting someone to try and capture her heart, but there she was in another relationship after five years in a toxic environment and it scared her to death. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t think her girlfriend would go down the same route her ex-husband had done but she wasn’t letting her guard down. Sometimes she wondered if Lizzy could feel how tense she is when they’re curled up in bed together.
It was evening when Devon woke up to an empty bed, her eyes squinting through the dark to find Lizzy and she slowly rolled over to grab her watch off the nightstand, checking the time. The Irishwoman raised an eyebrow, letting out a sigh and slowly kicked off the covers. This wasn’t the first time she woke up to an empty bed in the past couple of weeks, but this was the first time she wanted to go check on her girlfriend.
Grabbing a robe, the woman put it on and tied it around her waist as she looked around for Lizzy and spotted someone out on the balcony. Why was she out there at this time? Devon groaned as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes and walked out to stand beside her. The view was beautiful, something that Devon regretted not discovering on her first night there. ”You okay?”
Post by ELIZABETH BEAUCAGE on Dec 23, 2019 18:14:20 GMT
Lizzy never admitted to living the most beautiful life she could live. She had seen good times, she had seen bad times but who would she be if she let the bad overwhelm the good? Why would she ignore the times where she would curl up on the couch with some ice cream and watch old movies? The brunette remembered the hot beach parties where she'd drink until the sun came up the next morning not remembering a single thing she did but having a blast. Lizzy wasn't going to let the bad things define her, she was not made for that.
Lizzy heard the slide door and smiled as she looked behind her, spotting Devon in her tired and sleepy glory. She remembered talking to her friend about liking a woman who she spotted behind a bar, a woman looking so strong and yet graceful in her own way. Lizzy told herself she was a fool and she was.. she knew the woman was divorced and the last thing Lizzy would be is a homewrecker. She didn't need the bad publicity. Lizzy nodded and turned to look at the view of London.
"I'm alright." she purred with her french accent. The woman used both accents whenever she felt like it but French was her comfort zone. French was the language she spoke with her fiancee before she got killed. Though she studied in Italy for a while, it was no hard problem to speak both languages alongside English. "Did I wake you cherie?" she asked her softly. "I didn't mean to." she told her before looking back at Devon again. "The view is to die for isn't it?"
Post by DEVON CALLAGHAN on Dec 23, 2019 18:27:37 GMT
The sound of traffic moving through the streets below made Devon smile, her eyes closing as she focused on the sound. It was something she hadn’t heard in a long time - cars honking at each other and sirens going off. It made her think of home, made her want to go home and visit her parents. It’s been months since she has last seen them, and her father was still dealing with the fact that his own father (her grandfather) left everything to Devon. Sometimes she’d get an owl from her mother with some rent money due to the fact Devon owned the house her parents were living in and even though Devon told her to stop sending money, the old lady didn’t listen.
When Devon heard the French accent from Lizzy beside her, she tilted her head a bit and opened her eyes to look at her. ”You didn’t wake me, no.” she said with a low hum and looked out at one of the billboards, rolling her eyes at the advertisement it was showing.
She glanced at the woman beside her and nodded. ”It is. It’s probably why you rather spend time here than my place…” she raised an eyebrow, giving her a teasing smirk.
Post by ELIZABETH BEAUCAGE on Dec 23, 2019 18:49:14 GMT
The evening lights, the sound of sirens and sometimes the shouts of a drunk trying to get a ride. Those were the sounds of home to Lizzy. Sure it was different to her home in Rome where her parents tried to get her to return to with a man waiting to ruin her life. No she wasn't going to go through that. Her parents couldn't fix what isn't broken and she didn't need them or their support. The quidditch deal, the position she got was all her own hard work. Lizzy chewed on her lip and leaned forward against the rails.
"Oh I'm glad, last thing I want is to rob you from your beauty sleep, cherie." she told Devon with a smile and reached out to kiss her cheek. Lizzy looked at the billboards with a slight smirk on her face. Something about talking chocolates, quite funny but yet she never tried it. "Mmm quite guilty though I think it's mostly because it's so high above everything else.. and my couch." she returned the teasing smirk with her own and licked her own lips. Lizzy always felt safe up high, in the sky where she couldn't be touched by anything or anyone.
"I always feel safe up here.." she admitted and smiled a bit. "What has woken you, cherie?" she asked Devon and reached out to stroke her hair. She sometimes wondered what it would look like if it was longer but she liked the short haircut, it was suiting her really well as where Lizzy believed it wouldn't suit herself at all. The long curls is something she cherished, something she was proud off. "We can spend more time there if you prefer.."
Post by DEVON CALLAGHAN on Dec 30, 2019 2:26:25 GMT
Devon wasn’t going to complain that she was spending more time at Lizzy’s place than her own home. Sometimes she felt like she’d be safer if she was somewhere else where her ex-husband wouldn’t be able to find her - if he figured out that she bought The Three Broomsticks back in December, she wouldn’t know what to do if he showed up at her own Inn and started harassing her employees. It was a scary thought and the last thing she needed was to spill to Lizzy about what Paul did to her, what he was capable of. She never spoke of the bruises or the reason she was afraid of the man, and she didn’t trust anyone with her secret. She never even told her employees about it when they asked why she was getting a divorce in the first place.
When Lizzy asked her what woken Devon up from her deep sleep, she shrugged and focused on the billboard for a second before answering, ”The emptiness of the spot next to me,” It sounded cheesy, but it was true. Devon had gotten used to spending time in bed with another person in recent months. It felt odd to sleep alone and for some reason, she felt safer with Katie there.
”Mm, I don’t want to rob you of your couch, love. I know you love it more than anything else in the world,” she teased and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, her thumb stroking her arm. ”If you want, we can spend some time on that couch of yours,” she offered, winking at her.
Post by ELIZABETH BEAUCAGE on Jan 23, 2020 15:38:25 GMT
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Lizzy didn't like waking people in the middle of the night and now she was here, being her pathetic self and Devon was right there to see the mess. Maybe she should've just stayed in bed but fresh air seemed to do miracles sometimes and Lizzy could definitely use some miracles. The brunette arched her brow a bit but smiled nonetheless. She loved the sound of that, which was stupid but Lizzy was a romantic, she never denied that.
"I'm sorry for leaving the bed." she said softly. Her eyes were on Devon and her smirk appeared when Devon mentioned her god like couch. "Well you have been on that couch, it is a very comfortable one." she returned the tease and nipped at Devon's bottom lip. Lizzy moved a bit towards the door and grinned. "Sounds good to me.." she said before opening the door of the balcony back into the loft.
Sleep was for the weak and the ones who didn't have continuous nightmares. Lizzy had been having those very things many times it seemed in the past few days. Every single moment crawled closer to that one day where her parents had showed their true colors, had made her cut them off as much as she could. Where her parents tried to destroy her but Lizzy was stronger than them, she was stronger than that. But yet, she was still having bad nights where she woke up in a pool of sweat and her eyes wet from the tears she cried. 
