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!
Class was finally out for the day, and Wolfgang found himself without a hefty pile of homework due for the next day. It was a pleasant feeling, there was no doubting that, but at the same time Wolfgang didn't have anything planned for the evening. In short, he was bored.
There was one tried and true solution to boredom - sex. To his great dismay, the last class of the day hadn't been with the Slytherins, so he had to go all the way to the dungeons to try and catch one of Isobel's housemates so that they would call her outside.
Leaning against the cold dungeon wall, Wolfgang stood in the hall, waiting for any familiar faces to appear. His hair was a lot longer now, with a lot less gel, and he'd managed to grow a beard that finally covered those stupid lacerations on the bottom of his jaw. His hair might have changed, but the rest of his image -- not at all. A pink dress shirt with a purple vest, with a tie and pants to match, and his trusty monkstrap shoes -- it was as Wolfgang of an outfit as could be.
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Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Jan 6, 2020 12:02:24 GMT
This final year at Hogwarts had been an undeniable cluster-fuck of chaos and William lived for it. As his heeled dragon leather shoes clicked their way down to the dungeon, Willy's face was the epitome of a smug trouble maker because he was positive he'd run into a furious Vinda and wasn't that a fun ride? If he were lucky, he'd get more scratches than just the one she'd dug into his thigh earlier that day. As his strides carried the snake closer to the entrance of his - yes you all read that right his dungeon - Willy could feel the wound and it sent pleasant signals all the way up his spine. The shit-eating grin only grew as his dual coloured eyes fell upon a figure lurking outside.
"Well hello, Mr Bowtie," William said as he slid up in front of Wolfgang, placing one hand on each side of the Ravenclaw as if to trap the younger student within. "I hope you came properly prepared this afternoon," he said, not careful at all to lower his voice even as other students passed them by and Willy let his gaze purposely drop to Wolfgang's waist band. The snake's right hand moved from the stone wall to trace along the fabric of the other man's dress shirt. "All of this would look so much better on the potion class floor, y'know," there was no doubting that William had one thing on his mind and romance was not one of them.
After a few minutes of waiting, Wolfgang was becoming bored -- a look that didn't do the dashing young man any justice. He sighed, playing with his tie, sliding his fingers over the blue stripes. Where was she? By now, Wolfgang knew Isobel's schedule by heart, and by his tentative calculations, his girlfriend should already have arrived at her Common room.
But all of a sudden his train of thought was interrupted by someone getting close to him. Real close. His brown eyes darted up from his tie and met with one's that were definitely not Isobel's grey. No, there was only one person in the entire castle, to Wolfgang's knowledge, with a look this unique.
"William," he responded, an amused grin appearing on his face. "I have to apologize, I am not donning a bowtie today. If you would have asked me yesterday, I would have been happy to oblige... Alas," an overly dramatic sigh left his lips, "The only piece of clothing you'll find underneath are my briefs."
His eyebrows quirked up when Willy mentioned the floor of the Potions classroom. "While I am all for sensual adventures, I don't think the professors would look too kindly upon us screwing in the middle of the classroom. If the first years ever found out, they'd be absolutely traumatized." Not that Wolfgang cared about children, this was just a scandal he couldn't afford. "Perhaps you've other spaces on offer?"
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Jan 12, 2020 4:31:03 GMT
That grin that turned to Willy was dangerous. It took more than a little self control not to take Wolfgang’s jaw between his fingers and guide that mouth to his own - he was glad he didn’t, though, because hearing Wolfgang’s very formal answer made William let off an amused chuckle. ”That defeats the purpose of spontaneity, Bowtie,” he returned, leaning further in so his hot breath played against the other’s neck for a brief moment. ”Do I really need to make an appointment to fuck you?” he whispered before pushing himself back to look into those wild, dark eyes that belonged to the Ravenclaw.
Aw, now Wolfgang was in danger of ruining all of Willy’s grand ideas. The teenager groaned and rolled his multicoloured eyes to the Heavens at the traumatised little kiddies or professors, ”I have a little over two months left in this place - do you think I give two fucks about the professor’s sensibilities? Might teach them a thing or two before I leave this hell hole.” A flash of O’Keeffe in a completely degrading sexual situation passed through his mind and Willy had to shake his head for a second to get his mind back into his current game.
”I have a myriad of spaces at our disposal. It just depends on how loud you are,” Willy challenged.
The feeling of Willy's hot breath on his neck made Wolfgang shiver and inhale sharply, though there was still a smile on his face as if he wasn't affected at all. "I can't say there is a lack of demand for my company, so to say," he answered, "But I think I could," his brown eyes glanced down at the Slytherin's crotch for a brief moment before looking right back into his eyes, "Fit you in." To his schedule, of course.
Willy's annoyed groan amused Wolfgang greatly, though the image of Willy teaching anything to the professors was...A little bit jarring, but they weren't here to think about that, were they?
"Oh, I can be loud, but I think it would be only fair to you if I kept my mouth shut. After all, you're the one with the golden voice," Wolfgang said, "In fact, I still haven't said thank you for taking my song request back at the Winter Ball, so... Today I am at your service." He gave Willy a court nod before nudging him to get a move on and show Wolfgang the way.
