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!
While calling Isobel up for another night spent in her heated embrace was all well and good, and Wolfgang had no complaints about that, lately the young man found that he was yearning for something more. His thoughts kept going back to that evening in January, in the Communal Commonroom, when he'd put his heart on his sleeve. His thoughts kept going back to unused classroom and the blue fabric of his now favorite blazer... Wolfgang realized, that he just wanted to spend time with Isobel.
But what can two young lovers do at a boarding school? It wasn't warm enough to go for a swim in the lake, and truth be told, Wolfgang didn't find the lawns of the school to be the most desirable place for a tanning session in the sun. He couldn't help Isobel with her designs... After a while of pondering Wolfgang realized yet another thing -- the only hobby he had was Quidditch.
The Quidditch season was over and the Ravenclaw had retired his uniform to the bottom of his luggage, yet his trusty Nimbus 2001 was still laying around in the Quidditch pitch shed, and he hadn't found the time to go after it. So, he decided to kill two birds with one stone -- have fun with Isobel and then take his broom back to the castle.
"So," he said, tossing the Quaffle to his girlfriend as he got on his broom, letting himself hover a little bit above the ground, "I know you are an avid Quidditch fan, at least when it comes to me...And Slytherin. But are you any good at the game itself?"
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 4, 2020 4:03:45 GMT
Isobel wasn't sure what possessed her to be out on the Quidditch pitch. She didn't mind flying, really, but she'd never been good at it, preferring to observe from the stands while other people played. For her, brooms were for transport, not for trying to dodge heavy metal balls at high speeds. She would leave the athletics to her sisters any day. It was better to watch, to let the thrill of being among a mass of cheering fans sweep her up in the excitement, to bite her nails as her favorite players made daring moves. Not to play.
But then again, she thought, glancing at Wolfgang's grinning face, it had to be that face that was possessing her to do it. She was doing it for him, because he deserved for her to take an interest in what he liked, more than just watching it. Even though she didn't own a broom of her own, having had to drag a school broom out of the shed for their little game.
"I--no, not really." Isobel blushed, clutching the ball that had just been thrown to her. It was still hard, sometimes, even when it was only Wolfgang, to force herself to admit when she didn't know what she was doing--even if it would be obvious to practically anyone that she hadn't played even a pickup game of Quidditch in years. She straddled the broom, letting herself rise just a few inches, her toes still brushing the grass. "I'm not going to tell you to go easy on me, because that's no fun, but please don't let me fall and break all my bones?"
He tilted his head to the side as he listened to Isobel speak. "I never took you for much of an athlete, so I'm not really surprised. Not all of us can have abs like Delgado," he joked, "nor should they. I like your forms as feminine as they are." His eyes trailed over Isobel's figure, considering the curves, until his gaze fixated on the tiny amount of altitude her broom had acquired.
"Say, Isobel, are you afraid of heights? Because we don't have to play on brooms if you don't want that," he said, offering her a smile, "We could just toss the ball around, or... Does Hogwarts have any basketballs? Those would be better for playing. Or, maybe there are some games wizards play as children? Did you play anything at home when you were younger?"
"And you know I'd never let you get hurt, my Isobel," he added, his smile becoming a little softer, "I've got my wand right here and I'd like to think I can react quickly enough."
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 10, 2020 3:59:04 GMT
"I'm not afraid of heights." It was the kind of statement that would normally have come from one of her sisters, but Isobel felt it was important to make it clear. Because that much was true; she wasn't afraid of heights. She had no qualms about being up in the Quidditch stands, or on the Astronomy tower, and it had never been an issue for her back when she had been in flying class. She rose up a few feet, as if to prove that there were no problems at all.
But then what was she hesitating for? She wanted to play with Wolfgang, to have a carefree day together in the sunshine while they still had some time at school together, before end-of-year exams would consume so much of her time, and then summer...
Maybe that was why.
"No--no, at home, we do play Quidditch." Or Evie did, practicing on her own or sometimes with Mia-Rose if she could convince the prickly sister into it; Isobel had never been one to join in with that. "We play things like Exploding Snap, but that's just cards, it's not good for being outside." At home there was never much to do, unless it was chores. Isobel didn't have a moral objection to chores, just the distinct feeling that there were much more important things she could do with her time. Things that mattered to her real future, not--not the farm that she was supposed to be inheriting.
She sighed, looking down at the grass below her. "Let's play, then. While we still have the chance to spend time together, here at school." The summer was going to be so long--especially since at home in the Falklands, it would be winter, dark and freezing. "I want to enjoy the weather while I can."
Wolfgang nodded in response -- if she wasn't afraid of heights, that meant they wouldn't have to spend the entire afternoon on the ground. Not that there was anything wrong with being on the ground, per say, but Wolfgang did enjoy the wind in his hair and the thrill of speeding through the sky. Perhaps he wouldn't race Isobel -- her broom could never keep up with him, so it just wouldn't be fair, nor would it be fun.
He reached his hands out to prepare to catch the ball once Isobel would finish speaking, but instead his brows furrowed and his arms slowly lowered. There was an obvious discontent in his girlfriend's voice, not at all fitting with the sunny spring day they were trying to enjoy. While we still have the chance to spend time together.
"Ah," an involuntary sound of understanding escaped him as he looked at her, thoughtful. Indeed, there were only a few weeks left of the school year, with exams taking up most of it. There wouldn't be much time for leisure, especially for people like them who actually gave a damn about their grades. And then it would be back to their respective homes, though Wolfgang wouldn't want to call living with his mother and brother homely in any way. And for Isobel it would be back to Falklands, on the other side of the world, where it would be winter. He didn't know how harsh the winters were down there -- he'd never even been to the continent, not even speaking about somewhere on the other side of the globe, but he knew Isobel wouldn't be enjoying the sun and warmth.
Isobel, who looked like the perfect place for her would be to lounge in the sun by the seaside with a colorful cocktail in her hands, a semi-transparent blouse and a large hat, soaking up the sun.
And then he had an idea. An idea he'd never entertained seriously until now. But he had to approach it carefully, after all, moving in together was a sign of serious commitment, and...They weren't exactly about that, were they?
"What if you don't go back home? You're 17 and you've pockets lined with money," he stated it as a simple fact, "Pretty sure that's enough for wizard laws to let you live alone. "
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 11, 2020 5:17:53 GMT
"Not go home? But--" It didn't seem realistic. Yes, Isobel was of age--but only for wizards, not for Muggles, which meant there were only a few corners of Britain where she'd be able to rent a place to stay. Besides, she wasn't done with school, which didn't make her feel very adult at all, even if she wanted to feel that freedom more than anything. And she could tell without even asking that her parents wouldn't be happy about the idea. She was supposed to be at home, learning about how to run the farm, like her dad had done when he was her age.
And she'd been rejecting the idea of the farm her whole life, but she had the distinct feeling that her parents were still dismissing her about it. What would happen when she didn't come back, when she stayed in Britain, when she finally got to open the boutique she wanted? That was something she didn't know, and that was far more frightening than falling off a broom would ever be.
"It sounds nice," she said, shifting the Quaffle to her other hand. "To spend a summer here. It's like a little taste of the future, isn't it? But it's not that easy, not now. It's not about the money, it's everything else." She pursed her lips, thinking. "I could always ask to stay with my grandparents, but that sort of defeats the point of living alone, right?" Even if Isobel had always enjoyed visits in the past, forcing Wolfgang to meet her grandparents seemed like a genuinely terrible idea. He might be able to use his charm to overcome whatever they might think of his family, but she couldn't be completely sure of that. "No, I know my parents, they'll want me to come home."
The hesitation in his girlfriend's voice made Wolfgang's shoulders slump down -- but he wasn't going to let neither himself nor her feel defeated this quickly. There had to be a way to get what he- what they wanted, because it was both of them that wanted to escape their old ways of life.
"Indeed, that wouldn't work," he agreed when Isobel mentioned her grandparents, before going silent for a few more moments. He was digging through his memory, trying to find something he could latch on, something that could convince her to not shoot the idea down even before she attempted to turn it into reality.
Bingo.
"But what about what you want? I get that you're the eldest and the farm is supposed to be yours, but... Someone, " he tilted his head in her direction, "once told me we make our own destinies. Are you really going to let your parents whims dictate yours? You've got two more sisters, surely the farm can go to someone else?"
"And while I don't endorse entering outright conflict with your parents," he continued, "Maybe you have to show them that you're utterly serious about your future plans and the farm not being a part of it. As for moving out..." he let a hand through his hair, patting it down and trying to make it neater, "You told me your parents were school sweethearts. Perhaps we could play that card?" That would be something her parents should be able to relate to, if they wouldn't want to understand anything else about Isobel's sudden wish for independence.
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 13, 2020 16:39:27 GMT
In truth, Isobel didn't hate her parents. They were good people, they were just--so different from her, to the point where she would wonder if she was even their daughter, if she didn't have other relatives she could see herself in. It wasn't wrong for them to live the way they did, it just wasn't right for Isobel. She'd thought about this often, lying awake in bed at the farm after a day of frustration with them all.
"One of them will get the farm, obviously." Isobel had never had any intention of taking it for herself, not when there were two others who would be far better at carrying on that tradition. It was something that had always seemed distant--her parents were still relatively young, and they cared about the farm; it wasn't like they would abandon it like her grandparents had. It was just the trouble of getting them to figure it out, when saying to their faces that she didn't want it hadn't even seemed to be enough.
"Ah, so we should get married barely out of school, and that'll convince them--to let me move here?" Isobel's smile showed she was being facetious, but it was the truth about her parents. It was strange to think that they had been only a few years older than she was now when they'd had her. "I suppose they can't argue with being school sweethearts, though. Maybe they'll think I've finally changed my mind about settling down and having a family."
"Yes, I shall ask your father for your hand in marriage and we will have a white wedding at an old church in a small village somewhere far, far away," he said, mirroring her flippant expression. "Just don't let them hear about me and my vasectomy, that would utterly shatter their dreams of having another herd of red-headed children running around the farm." The thought of him or Isobel ever having children seemed hilariously wrong -- and having children with Isobel? If there was an alternative universe out there where that was a thing, it must be one akin to hell.
"I'm sure if need-be, I can convince your family that I'm the settling down type," he continued, adjusting himself on the broom, "A little white lie, no harm done. And then you'd be free! Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
"Putting plans for the future aside, are we going to play, or...?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and reaching his arms out once more, ready to catch the red ball that was still in Isobel's hands.
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jan 19, 2020 16:11:11 GMT
Isobel couldn't help but laugh at the thought of such a wedding. It was so very not like her and Wolfgang. Traditional, staid, boring. Even if they had been inclined to want such a thing, white didn't even look particularly good on her, not with how pale she was. And if anyone thought Isobel Linwood was going to wear something she knew she didn't look good in, they didn't know her.
The reminder of that odd Muggle operation sent another giggle through her, and she clutched the broom handle, trying not to fall off and humiliate herself, even if it was only a few feet to the ground. "No, they'll have to beg my sisters for redheaded children. I'm only capable of making dresses." She shook her head, sighing. "My uncle has no children, either, so I'm sure they'll live without any from me when they finally realize it. All you'll have to do for my parents is be nice and eat the food they make. That'll make them happy." She'd arrange it--somehow. Wolfgang didn't have to know that she hadn't written them about him at all.
Taking the Quaffle out from under her arm, she took a deep breath, taking the broom even a little higher. "Then let's play. Let's be happy, with nothing else to worry about today."
