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!
Marshall was nervous about entering the hospital. By rights, he knew he deserved treatment just like everyone else, but some people disagreed. He made due most of the time. He'd learned some basic healing so that he wouldn't have to go to Saint Mungo's for minor things. He could mend broken bones and cuts, but he wouldn't go as far as to trust himself with what he thought might be a slow working poison. One of his horses had gotten on the wrong side of a snake. Luckily, he'd gotten there in time and his horse hadn't been bitter, but he had been instead. He knew the snake was venomous. He'd broken the reptile's neck for that. Some would call that barbaric, but Marshall lived on a farm. That was just how things were done.
A bit stupidly, he'd brought all the animals in from the paddock before he made his way to the hospital. He had the snake's dead body in a messenger bag hanging off his hip, which was a bit odd, even for him. He knew the chances of having an antivenom were better if they knew what kind of snake it was. At least that was how it was in muggle medicine. He hadn't been bitten by a venomous snake before so he didn't really know. Rather than rushing in, he seemed calm, aloof even. "I need to see a healer," he told the person at the front desk. "I was bit by a snake and I'm pretty sure it's venomous."
