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 EVAN OLIVER WOOD on Feb 7, 2020 15:02:44 GMT
Looking casually smart (yes, it's a thing - smartly pressed slacks with a tight white tshirt and tousseled blonde locks) for this end of term party, Evan carefully matched his midget friends strolling strides to arrive at the Room of Requirement. He'd laughed easily at Agnes' prediction of the night ... Professor Sorenson was probably very lucky that Aggy didn't take Divination because she was terrible at it. "Honestly, Aggy, it's as if you don't know Delgado at all. I think the only sit down affair that he'd host requires prior consent from all participants and a whole lot of... bathing?" Evan wrinkled his nose at the prospect of any Delgactivities without proper hygiene because he was pretty sure some of their classmates had an aversion to the bathroom.
When they'd entered the Room, Evan almost choked on his own spit as Aggy basically offered up his sausage sucking skills to their sausage loving friend. "Aggy....!" his face went bright red and he tugged at the small v of his white t-shirt collar. He was wildly thankful that Roman came to join them - he gave the Slytherin a small smile as his face returned to a slightly more natural pink colouring and then his blue eyes fell upon Dio. Merlin's giddy aunt, what weirdness was this fool going to bring to the group this...?
Boom. There it is. Whilst Dio was clearly trying to insult Evan, the Gryffindor was confused by the analogy for a good few moments - out of the three boys standing with Agnes right now... he was by far the most muscularly developed of the lot. Alex, bless his tiny baby socks, was much more stickman like than he, for example. "Oh... I get it... because I'm a Wood," Evan finally realised, mumbling out loud in a barely-there whisper. He watched the exchange between Roman, Aggy and Dio without input... in fact, he was very casually just inching away from the threesome in favour of some kind of... drink? when he looked over his shoulder to see Danica and Lydia joining Roman. Evan desperately tried not to wish for the floor to open up and eat him for fear that it actually would.
"Ah so if you're 100% a dick that explains why you and Alex get along so well, hmm?" Evan quipped, quite astonished that the Ravenclaw boy was friendly with the Slytherin that clearly grew up amongst savages. Maybe Alex and Dio came from the same kind of stock... what with Alex being from Australia, where England sent all its degenerates centuries ago? Birds of a feather... With dismay, Evan noted that Dio and Roman were both lighting their cancer sticks and Evan's fingers twitched with the need to put them out, but he was instead side-tracked by the little speech regarding their friendship that Aggy gave. He was a genuine guy that was tall and helped her feel safe? Well, there could be worse reasons to be friends... like sharing criminal lineage.
"How about you stop attempting to insult me and maybe I'll consider your offer, Greyback," Evan said with measured politeness, when a decent portion of him wanted to say he'd prefer to drink basilisk venom than do shots with him. In fact he'd trust the venom more than whatever Dio put in the shots. At the core of Evan though was his ultimate belief that most people were inherently good and so even Dio was worth being ... kind to. "Hey Danica... I think if you're looking for drinks, Dio seems to know where to get them. Apparently he also wants someone to do shots with him," he said with a hopeful smile towards the Llewellyn sister, very careful not to catch Lydia's eye.
Oh, so it was going to be Therapist Zoë time. Zoë wasn't sure what it was that made people spill their guts out to her, but it seemed to be happening more than usual lately. Well, she'd never been trained for it, but Zoë Valeria, therapist to the--other students sounded like it had a nice enough ring to it. Maybe there were some actual career ambitions in her somewhere--although she wasn't sure she wanted to listen to everyone's problems, she thought, thinking about her mother. There were going to be so many questions about Rodrik this summer, she knew...
"Yeah, that sounds pretty fucked up," she said, reaching up to pat at Veronica's head a little clumsily. "Don't worry about your nails. That shit's overrated. Look at mine, they're perfectly good like they are. And useful this way, too." She held up a hand, showing off her short, unpainted nails, just like they'd been for most of her life. "You've got to forget about that damaged shit, by the way. I don't think that's how it works. 'Cause, like, if that was a thing, I'd probably be too, and I'm so not. I'm fucking awesome." Awesome no matter if she was lonely, no matter if getting drunk was helping her forget about dreading the long summer ahead of her.
Post by LYDIA LLEWELLYN on Feb 15, 2020 7:37:23 GMT
Dani truly was the best sister a girl could have, and Lydia grinned up at her. "Sharing is caring, as mam used to say," she said, before letting Dani practically tug her. Bloody hell, she was demanding. Maybe she'd learned that from their mam as well. "You know, I'd really like to keep my arm by the end of this party. I swear to Merlin's left testicle, if you wind up yanking it off - my arm, that is, not Merlin's testicle - that you will never hear the end of it." Seriously, even when they were both ghosts - and yes, Lydia had decided the two of them were coming back in ghost-form after death - she would complain about the very unlikely hypothetical incident.
When they finally stopped, right in front of a bunch of people and Evan bloomin' Wood, Lydia swore beneath her breath, "Shit-sticks," before casting the floor a dark look... mainly because it was the best option she had - she was too much of a coward to direct it to anyone else in the room. When Evan's voice addressed Danica, Lydia lifted her head only to see that he was very pointedly not looking at her. Right. Yes. Okay. Grand. But his words certainly did capture her attention as he said Dio was wanting to do shots.
Lydia's eyes flickered towards the Slytherin boy curiously. She'd never had too much to do with him before, despite the two of them being in the same year, but Dani's words earlier echoed in her ears: You never know until you ask him. Of course, she'd been talking about asking Roman for drinks, but... eh, semantics. "I'll do shots with you, Dio!" She looked at Dani questioningly to ask if she was in too.
Dani truly was the best sister a girl could have, and Lydia grinned up at her. "Sharing is caring, as mam used to say," she said, before letting Dani practically tug her. Bloody hell, she was demanding. Maybe she'd learned that from their mam as well. "You know, I'd really like to keep my arm by the end of this party. I swear to Merlin's left testicle, if you wind up yanking it off - my arm, that is, not Merlin's testicle - that you will never hear the end of it." Seriously, even when they were both ghosts - and yes, Lydia had decided the two of them were coming back in ghost-form after death - she would complain about the very unlikely hypothetical incident.
