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!
Edmund had felt too locked up inside the castle these days and found himself outside more often than he liked to admit. The white haired boy was in a deep need of a break from the castle smell, the smell of people and books. Though he liked books, he also liked fresh air and the Slytherin dungeon didn't offer much of that. With a deep breath taken by his lungs, Edmund sat down in a field with flowers surrounding him. He had been wanting to enjoy the sun on his skin lately feeling that if he got any paler he might be mistaken for a vampire.
Edmund had a book in his lap, it was about string theory and though he thought it was quite fascinating, Edmund lately had been having a hard time to focus. What was on his mind bothered him deeply and not because he didn't see it coming, he saw something like this coming from miles away but to actually feel his stomach in knots whenever she walked by. The thought of Ezra getting to her first made him furious for some reason and Edmund wasn't supposed to feel like this for anyone.
ANYONE.
The boy kicked a rock away and tried to focus on his readings. String theory wouldn't hurt him, string theory wasn't a person. Yet she was on his mind, her hair, the way she smells, the fact she had his jacket.
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Jan 4, 2020 4:26:06 GMT
The jacket had been in her trunk for months.
Not just any jacket, but a jacket that did not belong to Katrin, one that belonged to a certain Edmund Rosaline, that she had borrowed for a moment in the library, and in that weird forgetfulness which was uncharacteristic of her, had forgotten to return to him upon leaving. Wearing the jacket felt really weird, but the longer she kept it, the stranger she felt it would be to return it to him, because she would have to explain why she kept it for so long, until the thought seemed unbearably awkward.
Katrin really, really, did not want to be unbearably awkward around Edmund.
She thought about having someone give it back for her, but then she'd have to explain why she'd been keeping his jacket in her trunk for all that time, and if what Declan said to her was any indication then people thought she liked him already. Which was ridiculous, she told herself as she picked up the jacket and marched out of her dormitory, determined to deal with the issue once and for all. She wasn't like that. That was for silly girls who had no ambitions beyond finding a boyfriend and probably dreaming of marrying him for his money.
Unfortunately for Katrin, Edmund wasn't in the common room, so there was no hope of simply giving him the jacket and immediately retreating before anyone could make any conclusions about the situation. No, it turned out that she had to march all the way out of the dungeons and out onto the grounds to find him, and by the time she got there, she had replayed possible explanations in her head so many times that she really didn't want to say anything at all.
"Hello," she said, voice authoritative as she walked over to the boy sitting on the ground, book in hand. No, she'd never mistake him for his twin--only one of them would ever be caught reading a book. "I have something to give back to you."
@edmund
kasia's tiny terror // 5'0" // crushing on edmund rosaline // born in england // lives in london
It wasn't like a boy like Edmund to miss something so insignificant as a jacket. Jackets were a mere means to an end, a means to keep oneself warm but if said jacket was gone another could easily take it's place. Edmund didn't had many attachments to certain items, unlike his brother and his stuffed monkey. The blonde boy needed to get his mind back to where it belonged and with that it meant that he should not longer have more than simple yes or no conversations with people who distracted him from his purpose.
Edmund was going to explain this to his brother and his constant need for attention later, whenever Edmund had come to his senses and was capable of interacting with other people. His light eyes were focused on his book until a hello made him look up in confusion and annoyance all at once. Why did she have to come here? Was it like a mental beetlejuice? Edmund though, calmly closed his book. He knew very well that this was going to take much longer than he desired it would which meant he might as well close his book.
"Katrin." he returned the greeting calmly yet with his usual charming smile on his lips. "Why thank you. I wondered when I was going to see it again since we haven't spoken since the library." he said softly and held his hands out for his jacket. Edmund was uncertain whether or not she actually wanted to be here, she looked troubled. "Are you alright?" Edmund knew this from talking to women all the time, they required full attention or otherwise they'd act out like some animal not getting enough petting.
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Jan 20, 2020 17:03:07 GMT
Holding the jacket straight out in front of her, Katrin let Edmund take it from her hand, ignoring the tiny feeling of disappointment that poked at her about not having it anymore. It wasn't like she'd been wearing it or anything. It was slightly too big for her anyway, so really, it had only been for that one time when she'd been cold. In May there was no reason for her to be cold, so she didn't need it. It was Edmund's and that was that.
She had to scrunch her eyebrows together at Edmund's words, though. They'd definitely talked to each other since the library, hadn't they? There'd been classes--although, perhaps, she might have been sitting with her brother more often than with Edmund, not that she was trying to avoid him or anything--and then there'd been that one time when they ran into each other in the dungeon. Maybe she hadn't talked to him as much as normal, but that was just because she didn't want him to think she was weird. "I am fine. I just thought you might want this back. I would be upset if I didn't get my things back." She gestured to the jacket in his hand. "I have to ask about you, though. I've certainly talked to you more than once this term."
@edmund
kasia's tiny terror // 5'0" // crushing on edmund rosaline // born in england // lives in london
Edmund was very much always aware of his actions, deeds and words. The boy was not stupid, had an eidetic memory and when someone called him a liar he would get up and walk right out of their faces. No single person was worth his time if they didn't believe him in the first place. With his brow arched ever so slightly he placed the jacket on the grass beside him. He didn't lay it out because he simply believed that Katrin had other business to attend to.
"Glad to hear you're fine." he said calmly though there was a sense of annoyance from her he didn't quite understand. Sure they did talk a bit here and there in classes but not as much as she thought. "Aside from classes, I don't believe we actually spent time together since the library no. And trust me, I would remember." He didn't forget much if anything at all. The boy laid out his jacket after all as a sign for Katrin to take a seat, he was very much sure that he was meant to clear the air about this situation.
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Post by KATRIN TYRELL on Jan 25, 2020 19:32:16 GMT
Katrin, as a rule, didn't like being told she was a liar. Yes, there were times when lying was necessary, but it wasn't like she wanted to be caught doing it. That defeated the entire purpose of it! And this time, she hadn't lied at all. She scowled, but sat down on the jacket next to Edmund, grateful to keep her nice jeans clean of mud and grass stains. That was why Edmund was nice to be around. He thought about things like that. Even if she was questioning just how much he cared about being around her, considering he was entirely forgetting even talking to her.
And she told herself that she shouldn't feel bothered, but this time she didn't believe herself, because she knew to expect it from her own family, who were a mess enough that perhaps they weren't able to make time for her, but with Edmund? Who was, if not exactly a friend, a good acquaintance, who was smart and nice and polite to be with and gave her his jacket?
"Don't you remember? Next to the common room. It wasn't so long ago." Katrin crossed her arms. "I--" You had to catch me and it felt weird. "I was walking to the owlery and we ran into each other. And then you walked with me there."
@edmund
kasia's tiny terror // 5'0" // crushing on edmund rosaline // born in england // lives in london
Edmund had felt too locked up inside the castle these days and found himself outside more often than he liked to admit. The white haired boy was in a deep need of a break from the castle smell, the smell of people and books. Though he liked books, he also liked fresh air and the Slytherin dungeon didn't offer much of that. With a deep breath taken by his lungs, Edmund sat down in a field with flowers surrounding him. He had been wanting to enjoy the sun on his skin lately feeling that if he got any paler he might be mistaken for a vampire. 
It wasn't like a boy like Edmund to miss something so insignificant as a jacket. Jackets were a mere means to an end, a means to keep oneself warm but if said jacket was gone another could easily take it's place. Edmund didn't had many attachments to certain items, unlike his brother and his stuffed monkey. The blonde boy needed to get his mind back to where it belonged and with that it meant that he should not longer have more than simple yes or no conversations with people who distracted him from his purpose.