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 RAE CALLAGHAN on Jan 22, 2020 10:07:03 GMT
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Rae was already enjoying herself just by teasing Matheus and Sophie. She loved her close friend but she would never mind another dalliance with Matheus either. Rae looked Sophie over and then turned to look at Matheus again, speaking about curls. She had her own curly locks that she was quite proud off. Rae turned to Sophie with a smirk and chewed on her bottom lip for a second. "Well, Sophie can test out on me if it's the curls.." she spoke, no shame in her flirtations. "I am sure Matheus can't deny the power of these locks, can you?" she shot him a wink.
"Let's dance.." she said and reached out for Sophie's hand. "Do you dare to dance with us?" she asked Matheus before heading for an open space so she could dance with Sophie and possibly Matheus if he dared.
Post by CASEY STEVENS on Jan 22, 2020 16:52:00 GMT
Casey wasn’t one to attend many parties, but she probably needed to be pulled away from the dorm room and have some fun with her girlfriend before it was too late to actually have some fun. The short-haired girl had decided to give in about attending this party, knowing that if she stayed and her girlfriend had gone, she’d be bored and worried about what Mavican could be doing at the moment - maybe it was because she didn’t trust the boys around her own girlfriend. Was she the jealous type? Perhaps she was but she was only human after all.
Casey rolled her eyes at Rowan and his very detailed dreams, causing her to snicker at Mavican’s comment and she gave her girlfriend a shake of her head. ”What would we do without you, Rowan?” she said, using a sarcastic tone and smirked over at her girlfriend when she redhead told her friend to get them drinks.
”Let’s just hope these drinks aren’t spiked,” she said and watched Mavican slap Rowan’s ass causing her to snicker a bit. ”I’m too gay to notice but I believe you,” she said and smirked at Rowan.
Post by ROMAN DI ANGELO on Jan 22, 2020 17:16:34 GMT
"And I've always wondered why you feel the need to casually act like a dick, Greyback, " He quipped casually before taking a drag of his cigarette. It could have very well been a joke amongst friends, but he liked Oliver and Aggy. They were one of the few people that actually knew that he was a parseltongue, so they had his trust. If Dio wanted to ruin a perfectly good night for them, he wouldn't hesitate to call him out for being a buzz kill. He had no reason to hate Dio, but it wouldn't take much if he started poking at the wrong people.
He notice Lydia looking over, throwing her a small nod and a charming smile before taking another drag. Perhaps the habit wasn't exactly attractive, but it wasn't much worse than everyone downing alcohol. He leaned back against the wall as he watched the party goers, waiting for something entertaining to go down. Inevitably some drama always seemed to unfold at these things if you waited long enough.
"You'd be two lost Ravenclaws, despairing over their Gryffindor hero who can fight bears with his bare hands," Rowan said in reply to Casey, bumping her a little with his elbow. "Although, knowing you two smart alecs, you'd probably think of a way to get rid of bears with spells... bit of a snorefest, if you ask me. Best to stick to the muggle ways of defeating bears - it sounds cooler too." Rowan all but beamed as Mavican sung his praises, nodding enthusiastically at the rest of the partygoers like, 'it's true, I am a hero.' It was up to them if they believed her, but they'd be stupid not to.
"Me? Pouty? Never, Jones." Mavican all but demanded he get them drinks and like the good boy he was at heart, Rowan complied by scooping her two cups full of drinks, then handing one to her and Casey each. Luckily, they'd just been passed over when suddenly, there was a firm SMACK! and a stinging in his arse. "OI! You know that's an old lady thing too, right? Touching cheeks... granted, they're usually on people's faces but..." Rowan trailed off, reaching back to rub at his bum. Merlin's beard, that was not his thing. Then he looked at Casey, putting on an affronted expression. "You're too gay to notice my butt? Merlin, Casey. Does it not outweigh gender? Is my arse not out of this world amazing? Do you not stare at it at every passing moment?"
Not genuinely upset, a grin sliding back onto his lips, Rowan took in the rest of the room before spying Dani. Merlin, she was bloody gorgeous... inside and out. Rowan was no... uh... Edgar Allan Poe, but she was just a... beam of sunshine. She radiated warmth and chillaxed vibes and she had a great taste in music - not that a sun dug good music or music in general, but... whatever, like he said, he wasn't a poet. Trying to catch her eye, Rowan gave a little wave in her direction.
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Post by DANICA LLEWELLYN on Jan 26, 2020 0:19:47 GMT
Following her sister's gaze, Danica glanced over at Roman, considering Lydia's idea. "Well, if he won't share with you, I'll get some from him and share with you," she said, crossing her arms. "You never know until you ask him. I bet he's got drinks somewhere too, or at least knows where they are." Dani had never been particularly close to the edgy Slytherin, despite their mutual interest in music, but she knew him well enough to at least ask. "Come on, let's go."
And then it was Dani's turn to tug on Lydia yet again, making her sister walk along with her and surveying the party around them. Josh was sitting with Greyson for what must be some awful unknown reason, and she made a mental note to go over and rescue him if that didn't end soon. She realized too late that, as Aggy was near Roman, that Evan was too, and she hoped he'd at least pretend not to see Lydia, so that they didn't end up in yet another argument. Why partying had to become a minefield, she didn't know--all she'd wanted was to get drunk and dance and have a good time.
"Roman!" she said, beaming, even as she had the sudden thought that his name was far too close to Rowan. "You wouldn't be able to tell a girl where to get the good stuff at this party?" And even though she knew Lydia had told her not to do it, she snuck a glance back over at where she knew Rowan was. Still cuddled up with the Ravenclaw girl. He was waving in their direction, but she doubted it was at her. Not if he already had a date for the night.
"Just contemplating how posh this party will wind up being," Aggy said in reply to Roman, tilting a recently poured drink of punch in his direction. "I think it's going to be rich pureblood levels of posh - a seven course meal, you know? Because that's what a group of fifth years enjoy. A good sit-down meal where you have to eat with a million and one utensils." She looked up at Evan, nudging his giant arm with her own. "Maybe Wood'll have to give us some pointers on how the well-to-do eat like civilised folk so we don't revert to our natural state of eating like animals."
In the next few minutes, Aggy found herself and the small group of people she was with accosted by Dio Greyback. Dio who had given her a flippin' bloody rat skeleton for Valentines Day. Immediately, she was shifting into a straighter position, as if that would make her taller and more intimidating. Then a tiny bottle was being pushed into her hands and she said sweetly, "Oh, great. Maybe this is the blood that belongs to my Valentines rat - and for those not playing along, I meant the literal rat I was given on Valentine's Day, not the Valentinos." Although Alana would probably appreciate said gift, Aggy had no desire to re-gift a bottle of blood to her - the girl was a snob and a haughty one at that. She was almost as bad as her tosspot brother.
Before she could remark any further on the bottle of... whatever it was, Dio was asking why she hung out with Evan, and Roman was answering. "Can someone tell me when I became completely incompetent and unable to answer questions for myself? Or when Evan magically procured an invisibility cloak and people started talking like he doesn't physically exist?" she asked, her eyebrows raised at both Roman and Dio. "Maybe it's because... oh, I don't know, he's a genuine, stand-up person who's been with me through a lot? Amazing, how those qualities can get you a friend, isn't it?" Realising that yes, she was being a sap, Aggy tacked on, "I also frequently enjoy hanging out with people twice my size - uh, and Xander too, even though he's maybe only my size plus a quarter - to remind myself of how much of a damsel in distress I am and he fits the bill. It appeals to my womanly senses that I'll always have someone to save me when he's around."
When the arrival of the Llewellyns was sprung upon them, Aggy fell quiet - a real miracle, didn't she know it - but she had nothing to say to them, just as she had nothing to say to Thomas Wood either. The whole situation was messed up.
Mavican liked to tease her friends, it was her way of showing them she cared really. The redhead arched her brow as she took the drink from Rowan, a smile on her lips and eyed Casey for a moment, giving her a wink. "If they're spiked.. wouldn't that make the fun that much better?" she asked Casey and Rowan alike before her gaze landed on a hufflepuff, and not just hers. Her tongue licked some of the drink off her lips after she took a sip and cocked her head for a moment.
"Oh dear Rowan." She started, her arm resting on his shoulder. "I believe you found someone to party with hmm? You'd tell me if you had a crush right?" she teased and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "She sure seems to be unable to keep her eyes off of you.." Mavican had a smirk on her lips and sipped from her drink. "This stuff is pumped with sugar is it not?" she eyed Casey hoping for confirmation. "This body does not need that."
If Greyson was trying to bait Josh with his reply, he sorely underestimated how much Hufflepuff-dust was sprinkled into the boy when the universe was creating him. He was here for a good time, after all, and his fierce mother-badger routine only kicked into gear when protecting family and friends from douche-bags like Greyson. "Why do you wanna know how to open my legs, Avery?" Josh asked with a semi-cocky side-smile as he tore his gaze away from his triplets that had entered the Room of Requirement and back to the Gryffindor beside him. "Maybe it just takes a comfy couch," he was leaning into the whole lusty Llewellyn reputation because it was the end of the semester and fuck-it why not? He gave out a short chuckle and a shrug as he easily necked the offered alcohol.
"Wow, your spit has a bite to it," Josh coughed as the booze burned down his throat for a moment and his cheeks flushed a rosy colour as his body reacted quickly to the alcohol. Perhaps he should have had something substantial to eat before coming to the party? "Maybe if you ask nicely I'll swap you some of mine - " his brain, slowly becoming fuzzy, did realise that did not sound right - "... alcohol. Not spit." A cheeky smile very quickly covered his moment of confusion as he shoved the cup right back into Greyson's lap.
Despite her best efforts, Colwynn wasn't really in the mood to celebrate and 'party'. It all felt arbitrary and empty to her for some reason. And yet here she was, surrounded by all her peers and friends who were getting drunk and high off their asses. Maybe they had the right idea. Maybe getting drunk or high would make her feel...something.
She scanned the room, looking for some of her friends. She found some, but couldn't find it in her to approach any of them. Agnes seemed preoccupied. Greyson also seemed to be enjoying himself. She might have gone up to Josh as a futile attempt to make amends after she screamed at him. She was, honestly, pretty sure he hated her. Not that she blamed him. She was, in her own personal opinion, a bit of a piece of shit. It was just as well. If she did go to any of her friends she'd probably just kill their buzz. They were better off enjoying the night without her.
Content to spend he celebration alone amid the masses, she took a half empty bottle of whiskey that someone had abandoned and found her way to a hidden corner where she could no longer see her friends and, with any luck, they couldn't see her either. She finished the whiskey quickly, or at least most of it. There was still about half a shot left in it by the time she had decided to take a cigarette break. That too, she finished quickly. Instead of putting it out in the ashtray that appeared beside her, her thoughts turned to her dad. When she was a kid he would put out his cigarettes in the palm of his hand, as he had quite the callous there and knew it would get a reaction out of her. She'd never had the desire to try it herself...but whiskey does give people the strangest ideas.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she pressed the still burning butt of the cigarette into her palm, wincing upon contact, but not pulling it away, willing herself to keep it there until the ember either burned out or she proved herself to be pussy.
Veronica, for the most part, considered herself to be very introverted. She was, in fact, just as introverted as she thought she was. It was a problem, really. She'd been in school for years now and yet this was the first party she'd ever gone to during her entire academic career. That was unless one counted Lacey Maddox's birthday party when Ron was in the primary school...which Veronica rightfully didn't count.
She'd started drinking slowly, keeping to herself, not knowing how much she could handle. She knew that she should pace herself, but having never gotten drunk before she ended up getting incredibly drunk incredibly quickly.
It seemed that hard liquor turned her into an entirely new person. Clearly that wasn't unusual. She saw known prudes being incredibly promiscuous, bubbly people were weeping over tiny things, kind people turned mean. None of these things were the case were true for Veronica. Instead she became incredibly...friendly and outgoing. It was bizarre, but she was having too much fun to notice.
Now she found herself with an arm around a stranger, or at least she thought it was a stranger. She honestly didn't know anymore. "Do you think there's a piano around here? And if there is would be be like...totally inappropriate for me to play with it?" she asked them. "I like the pie-yana...pie-yan-...piano!" she started laughing a bit at this. "You know, I don't like people knowing because of...something, but I play a mean piano. He's literally mean because he's out of tune. There's this song I know about dismembering someone, but it's so fun and happy. Wait...have we even met?" she started laughing at this. "Oh god this is just...it's just silly, right?"
Aggy’s response had him chuckle. “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t love it. I worked so hard to get it white and clean of any smells and remains. It’ll last forever,” he mused before eying the vile. “Oh no, this is something fun. I’ll leave it to you to decide if you want to share it or keep it to yourself. It is a gift after all,” he winked and took a sip from his flask filled with cheap alcohol.
Dio noticed Di Angelo smoking a cigarette and he had to give it to him. This was the first clever idea his roommate ever had. The blonde took one from his own pocket and lightened it by leaning close to the other male and let their cigarettes touch so the fire would spread from one to the other. “That’s where you’re wrong, Angel-boy,” he mused with a smirk on his face. “I don’t act like a dick. I am 100% a dick,” he confirmed, almost with pride. Dio was starting to get in a good mood which hadn’t happened in quite a while. He hated people but they could be amusing. He loved it when Aggy told Angelo off and visibly taunted the dark-haired male. She was right, Clearwater could fight her own battles.
Listening to the Gryffindor’s arguments on her friendships made him think. He never had many friends in his life, so he was still grasping at the idea. Then he responded in analytical way: “So you are friends with him because he happened to be there when you needed someone. Rather than him being a fun person to be around with?” Then a smirk appeared to his face and he found himself facing Wood. “Or maybe Mr. Wetbread has some hidden qualities I haven’t seen… How about taking some shots with me and see what gets out of here?” From his shoulder he turned to Clearwater. “I think the real damsel in distress are those pretty privileged boys. You’d own their asses if it came to a fight.” ROMAN DI ANGELO, AGNES CLEARWATER,EVAN OLIVER WOOD
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Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Feb 6, 2020 11:19:20 GMT
The exams were done and soon they’d all be going back to their homes. Time passed by like it was nothing. A lot of students were exciting to go home and have freedom. Jun wasn’t excited. If anything, he feared what he would happen in the refugee center. This school year had been one of great personal growth, he learned a lot. If he’d go back to that place would it be all disappear again? Would he even make it through the summer? There were still plans of running away but if he’d do that, he would ignore the legal way and risk being send back to Syria which would mean certain death for him.
All these thoughts spooked his mind since the Ramadan. During the fasting period he had a lot of time to reflect on his life. Now it was over, it was time to act. The prefect found himself at a party, less nervous than he’d ever been before. He concluded that he wouldn’t go to paradise so he might as well try to have fun while he was here. Tonight, he was about to do things he thought he’d never do. Yet here he was.
Jun spotted Greyson and for a moment he looked at the Gryffindor who was having fun with a Hufflepuff. Somewhere inside of him Junaid felt a pang of jealousy, but he knew this feeling was misleading. It was normal to have more than one friend. So, Jun decided to leave them be. Instead he walked to the table where the alcohol stood. During his walk he noticed there weren’t many dancers on the floor. British parties weren’t very festive, weren’t they? Did they really need alcohol here to allow themselves to let go? At the table Jun took one of the bottles and read the label. This one contained alcohol. At this point he did feel a little nervous because he’d never knowingly consumed this stuff before. After this there was no going back. The people who were doing well under influence of this stuff eventually inspired him to give it a shot.
His first impression of the drink was that it wasn’t tasting great at all. He pulled a face as he finished the glass and coughed a little. “Are people seriously drinking this to have fun?” The prefect mumbled to himself and shook his head. As he didn’t quite know how dosing worked, he filled himself another glass and went towards the empty dancefloor. Screw it, this might be the last party he’d ever attend. What was stopping him from dancing? Nothing. For the first time in two years, he allowed his body to move again to the music that played. His dances were closer to the traditional styles they practiced in his home country, but he was still a lot less stiff than the Brits. “Come on, what is a party without dancing?” He shouted, not caring if he might turn a few heads.
What Zoë had perhaps not expected about this party was Veronica's arm draped around her shoulder, but she wasn't going to complain. Rodrik, killjoy that he occasionally was, had resisted her pleading to come with her, and so she'd arrived alone, but fully intent on not leaving alone. Just because all of her friends seemed to be in relationships did not mean that there weren't still single girls somewhere in the school for her to flirt with--right?
She'd been floating around the room, listening to some of what was going on in each little group--Llewellyn and Avery being the oddest possible hookup of the night, by her judgement--when the normally quiet Hufflepuff had started chatting to her, talking nearly as much as Zoë did herself most of the time.
"Well, Ronnie," she said, as if she was a dear familiar friend of the other girl, "I don't see a piano, but it's nice to know you're good with your fingers. I'll keep that in mind for future reference." Zoë's eyes sparkled with mischief. She could tell that Veronica'd had plenty to drink already, but so had she, and while she always told herself she wasn't a lightweight--there was only so much to do about that when you were five foot two. She stumbled a little under the weight of the other girl's arm, and leaned closer to make up for it, feeling much warmer inside than Veronica's body heat should have caused.
At the mention of being good with her fingers, Veronica held up her other hand, held it out and arms length, and scrutinized her fingers. More specifically her fingernails. "I don't know about that. I can't even paint my nails right. I mean just look at that sloopy...loopy work. See how my cuticle is pink instead of the other thing? I don't normally paint my nails and this his why. My greatest shame."
Then Veronica realized just what her new friend had meant by good with her fingers. She paused for a moment, contemplating the meaning before making a 'pfffffffft' noise.
"I don't know about that," she admitted. "I'm what people would call 'damaged goods'." She put an emphasize on the word by moving her fingers into air quotes. "Did you know that before my mom killed herself she sent me to live in a church because she thought I was possessed by the devil? It was fucked up. Oh shit, I just said the F word! Fuck! I said the S word. Wait...it doesn't matter. It's not like we're in class or anything. Anyway, all the rumors about Catholic priests, at least in my experience, are true. It took me a year and a half to admit that to my therapist...not sure why I decided to tell you not, but what're you gonna do? Do you think there's any chocolate?" Just as she said that, a pedestal loaded with chocolate cakes, candies, and pastries. "Whoa! Did you see that? This room is nice!"
Why did Greyson want to know how to open Josh's legs? The question was bold and ballsy and surprisingly, it had Greyson barking out a laugh because yeah, okay, good point. But then the Hufflepuff suggested that all it took was a comfy couch and wasn't that interesting? "Least you have better taste in places to hook-up in than your sister," he said with a leer, before sinking into the lounge, his own legs spreading. "Didn't peg you for the type to do it wide out in the open though. Bit of an attention hog, are we, wanting to give everyone a show."
Llewellyn was offering to swap spit with him and Greyson's knee knocked against his, gamely raising his eyebrows in his direction. "That so? Hell of an offer. I'd love to have some of your alcohol in my mouth." Along with some other things, but those words were left unsaid. Josh's hand was shoved in his lap a moment later - no doubt the cup was a rouse to touch his junk - and Greyson took the opportunity to snatch his wrist. "Anyone ever tell you that you have hands like a girl, Llewellyn? You sure you're a real boy? Maybe the Llewllyn triplets aren't fraternal after all."
"And I've always wondered why you feel the need to casually act like a dick, Greyback, " He quipped casually before taking a drag of his cigarette. It could have very well been a joke amongst friends, but he liked Oliver and Aggy. They were one of the few people that actually knew that he was a parseltongue, so they had his trust. If Dio wanted to ruin a perfectly good night for them, he wouldn't hesitate to call him out for being a buzz kill. He had no reason to hate Dio, but it wouldn't take much if he started poking at the wrong people. 
"You'd be two lost Ravenclaws, despairing over their Gryffindor hero who can fight bears with his bare hands," Rowan said in reply to Casey, bumping her a little with his elbow. "Although, knowing you two smart alecs, you'd probably think of a way to get rid of bears with spells... bit of a snorefest, if you ask me. Best to stick to the muggle ways of defeating bears - it sounds cooler too." Rowan all but beamed as Mavican sung his praises, nodding enthusiastically at the rest of the partygoers like, 'it's true, I am a hero.' It was up to them if they believed her, but they'd be stupid not to.
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