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 PERSEPHONE LANGDON on Jan 8, 2020 6:52:26 GMT
take what you can give nothing back
Persephone knew that she needed to get above deck. It wasn't like there was a storm or anything, but she had a guest and she had to make sure everything was set. It wasn't very often that Persie had guests. She did business, but aside from that she was a pretty solitary person.This being the case, it was a pleasant surprise when she became friends with Damian.
She had mentioned inviting him onto the boat with her and now here she was. In retrospect it might have been unwise to have invited him, but there wasn't any sense in worrying about it. She'd locked off all the areas of the ship where her contraband was and, despite the fact that she trusted him better than most, she had booby traps set up in case curiosity got the better of him. Persie just hoped it wouldn't come to that.. She might as well just enjoy herself while she could.
She'd anchored Hades off the coast of Navagio Beach, giving them a good view of the shipwreck on the white sand. It was pretty empty, as it wasn't tourist season. They'd go to harbor eventually, but she didn't want to pass up the view. It was too cold for swimming or else she would have put on a bikini and jumped in the water, but she settled for jeans, a sweater, and boots instead. After she made sure the archors were set she took a moment to breathe in the sea air, leaning against the bow and looking at the beach, taking a minute to enjoy the sunset. Realizing she wasn't being a good host, she shouted, "Damian! Come see this!" hoping he'd hear her
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Post by DAMIAN BELANGER on Jan 10, 2020 2:40:20 GMT
Was Damian just a little suspicious of how freely Persephone had invited him on a trip aboard her boat? Well, yes; there had to be some sort of motivation for her to do it. Rich people in general didn't hand out trips to their less wealthy old classmates like candy, or else he'd have been on at least ten of these so far. It would be a perfect setting for her to murder him, too, if he had learned anything from his favorite detective novels. Alone, in the middle of the water, probably outside of Britain's laws, wizarding and Muggle alike?
...at the same time, he'd known her since they were eleven. She could have murdered him at all sorts of times before. And he also really, really wanted a break from the monotony of his life, and she'd promised to get him back in time for work on Monday, which he put his trust in magic to make happen. So he'd bitten the bullet and climbed aboard, and let her take him somewhere far warmer than Scotland or even London had been for the past months.
Following Persephone over to the edge of the boat, he let his eyes rake over the sight in front of them, the water so blue it seemed right out of one of the postcards he tacked to his wall, with white cliffs rising out of white sand, the kind of place that had an air of mystery about it that every curious cell in his brain was just dying to find out about. He knew he was gawking like some kind of confused peasant, but he didn't think he could help himself.
"It's... incredible," he said, squinting at the cliffs. "Are we going to be able to go on land?"
Persephone grinned when he asked if they could go to land. She hadn't been thinking he'd want to go to the beach. Sure, it was warmer than home, but it wasn't exactly beach-goer weather. She'd seen Navagio Beach dozens of times. It was her favorite beach, after all, but she hadn't brought people there with her. It was funner this way. It also made her realize how lonely it could be traveling alone.
She was about to take his hand and apartate them to the shipwreck on the beach when a loud and indignant meow broke the silence, reminding her that she was never quite alone. Persie turned around and looked down at Styx, a big fluffy black cat who was missing one eye. He'd only been born with one eye, but he'd always been a massive He went with her everywhere and, despite his grumpiness, she loved him dearly. It was his dinner time now. "Hold that thought," she told him before
When she went back inside she put out a plate of fish for Styx, who climbed onto the counter and started devouring it. Persie didn't fish often, but when she did she never ate the spoils herself. That always went to Styx...which was probably why he was so big. There was soup on the stove for supper, just keeping warm. Rather than dishing up a bowl for him, she got a thermos, filled it with soup, and did a last check to make sure everything was anchored. It took about five minutes, but when she reemerged she took his hand and, with barely a word of warning, she aparated them to the shipwreck.
"Behold, the MV Panagiotis!" she exclaimed,gesturing to the shipwreck with her free hand, forgetting she was holding his hand in her excitment. "She ran aground in the '80s and she was abandoned here. Some people say it's because she was used for smuggling, but who cares? She's gorgeous."
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Post by DAMIAN BELANGER on Jan 12, 2020 18:42:00 GMT
Damian wasn't sure exactly what it was that he was expecting, but he wasn't expecting Persephone to immediately disappear belowdeck, and then as soon as she emerged again, take his arm and Apparate him right onto the beach. Then again, the girl had always been a little bit quirky, but, he thought, so had he, so what was there to complain about? He had to recover from the sensation of the spell, catching himself on a piece of the wreckage as he stumbled slightly on the landing and tugging on Persephone's arm as he did, but when he registered where they were, his eyes lit up once more.
"A real shipwreck!" Damian loved shipwrecks. He didn't much like the idea of being in one himself, but he loved reading books about them: the winds, the storms, the hidden dangers, the lost treasures. Sure, he'd always been a little more fascinated by ancient ones than ones from the 80s, but if this one was about smuggling, it could hold any number of secrets. Plus, it was Greek, and Greek stuff always had some sort of magical air to it.
"Do you know the story?" he asked excitedly, kneeling down to take a closer look at the wreck. "How'd they get here? Were they running from someone before they wrecked?"
"I mean, if you really love ship wrecks I can take you to some places. I know of some pretty epic ones. My dad actually once dove us down to see the Titanic. That was a ride, for sure. There's actually some bacteria that's eating away at the Titanic as we speak so the whole thing could be completely disintegrated by 2030, which is a royal bummer."
Persie smirked as she watched Damian scamper around like a giddy schoolboy, examining the old shipwreck. When he asked her more about it she shrugged and leaned up against one of the rusty walls of the ship. "I mean...no one knows, really. No one's claimed the ship, but when it was found all the crew was gone and I don't think there was any cargo on board, so...it was probably smugglers."
She held up the canteen full of soup and asked, "Do you want to eat while you explore or would you rather wear yourself out and then have dinner? Oh, and before I forget. If you look really close up there," she pointed up the at the top of one of the tall white walls of the cove. "There's a giant rope swing up there that's lots of fun. We can hit it up tomorrow, if you like."
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Post by DAMIAN BELANGER on Feb 3, 2020 5:18:46 GMT
"The Titanic? You mean the one at the bottom of the ocean?" Damian couldn't hide the envy in his voice. He knew his parents did the best they could with the issues they had, but he still couldn't deny, deep down, that he wished he had parents who went ocean diving with him instead of trying to find him a rich girl to marry. Would he get to see it before it disintegrated, if it really was going to? At the rate things were going, he wasn't sure. 2030 wasn't as far away as he wanted it to be. "I hope I get to see it. Before it disappears."
Persie didn't seem quite so excited as he was about the shipwreck, but then again, she was the one who traveled places all the time. Damian was well aware that she had money--her boat was nice, its rooms magically expanded, full of more food and drink than he had in the cupboards at home, he was sure. "Well--" he started, continuing to look around the debris. "If we can eat here so I can keep looking, then maybe now?" He was definitely hungry enough to eat, but he didn't want to stop trying to discover the history of the unfortunate ship. "Is there more in the water, too? If we go swimming?"
Persephone shrugged. "I mean, yeah, that's the only Titanic I know of. We only went to the bow. The stern isn't nearly as impressive, mostly because it kind of scattered across the ocean floor. The bow is great through. There are, like...thousands of shoes down there. All of the bodies disintegrated and were probably eaten by fish or whatever, but the shoes are still there. It's super macabre, but also really beautiful. If I haven't scared you off we can maybe check it out some time. I honestly don't love diving, but it's worth seeing if you're in the mood to be sad. I mean, it's gorgeous and great, but it's also essentially a marker for a mass grave."
"I did bring the thermos here so that we could eat here," she said. "It's a fun little ruin. I used to play hide and seek in here with my dad. They were...happy times." She glanced back up at the ship and gave it a sad smile. Of course Damian couldn't know that she and her parents had become estranged, as she hadn't told him. If she told him that then she'd have to tell him why and revealing that she was a werewolf, in her experience, wasn't a good way to make friends.
"I mean, we can go swimming if you'd like, but essentially the whole wreck is ashore." She poured him a cup of soup. "You should eat if you're hungry."
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Post by DAMIAN BELANGER on Feb 16, 2020 15:48:28 GMT
"Wow. It sounds incredible." Damian was envious, and he knew it. He'd never been diving like that before, but he knew it must be an absolute adventure. To go touch pieces of history, not just reading about it, but seeing it? Sure, as Persephone had said, it was the site of death, but that wasn't so odd. So many important places were actually graves. "The pyramids are tombs, too, so if you think of it that way, as a monument, maybe it doesn't seem so dark," he mused.
Seeing that Persephone was already opening her container of soup, he sat down reluctantly, perching on a piece of wreckage next to her and accepting the cup he gave her. Maybe he was a little hungry, although the thrill of being on a Greek island was making him more excited than anything. He sipped at the soup, looking around at the cliffs, the ocean, the ruins of the ship. It seemed like the kind of place that came from books, not reality--like the illustrations on the cover of his copy of the Odyssey.
Because his parents had never travelled with him. They hadn't been able to. "I wish my parents could've taken me to things like this," he murmured quietly. "They couldn't, I know, but I always wanted to come to Greece."
"Correction. Some of the pyramids are tombs. There isn't any evidence that the Great Pyramid was actually a tomb. Even if there was a mummy in there, show me the wall paintings." She paused before explaining, "I used to be obsessed with Egypt as a kid. Does it show?"
"Don't be too tough on your parents," Persephone said. "We can't all be trust fund brats. I'm sure they did their best. They must have done an alright job. I'm pretty sure you didn't grow up to be a serial killer or anything. Just pretty sure. You can never really know."
She sipped slowly at her soup and asked, "So how are you liking your taste of Greece? Everything you imagined it'd be?"
