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 LYDIA LLEWELLYN on Jan 17, 2020 4:58:57 GMT
It was a warm day out in the courtyard, soft streams of sunlight hitting the pavement, and Lydia had decided to take advantage by wandering about with Wuthering Heights clutched in her hands - maybe a bit of a cliche, but a wonderful book nevertheless. She could only aspire to write a book as great as this one day. Wrapped up in the words, Lydia very stupidly didn't look up as she took another step forward, bowling straight into someone. "Son of a bitc - I mean, shit. No, not that. Buggery. Sorry. I'm such a tit, I should have been looking where I was going," she said, before her eyes darted up to meet... Roman's.
Oh. Even though they'd spent five years in classes together, Lydia hadn't exactly had a whole lot to do with the guy. Perhaps that was her fault - she wasn't the overly talkative type unless she knew someone and dropped her guard around them which usually didn't happen unless they'd had more than a five minute conversation. "It's... sorry. Normally I look up when I read and walk, but I guess I forgot to," she apologised again, a frown tugging at her lips as she reached up to wrap a tendril of chestnut hair behind her ear.
Post by ROMAN DI ANGELO on Jan 17, 2020 6:00:48 GMT
"You realise watching you with the red head is painfully depressing, right?" The two headed snake went on, judging him as it poked its head out from the top of the bag bag he had slung over his shouler. Ro was slowly becoming desensitized, but even he still couldn't believe some of the shit that tiny snake came up with. Frankly, he was certain the snake actually liked him, however, neither head could avoid being a total twat for whatever reason. He was mostly drowning out the complaining and judgement when he came around the corner. He felt a smaller body colliding into his, and out of instinct reached out to steady her if needed. He gave a small, charming smile as she looked up to meet his gaze.
"Are you okay?" He asked immediately as well. "Honestly, it takes two, " The American wizard replied, shrugging off the small collision, " If you're good, I'm good, " He smiled as the snake stared at the girl, " Watch where you're going you blind ass bit--, " He shift his shoulder, causing the snake to fall back into the bag to cut off his rudeness. Even if she couldn't understand them, it didn't mean he was going to let it act like an arse. "So you headed to a class? Or do I need to carry you off to the infirmary?" He teased playfully.
Post by LYDIA LLEWELLYN on Jan 17, 2020 7:12:38 GMT
Roman's gaze was piercing and he had a really nice smile, one that Lydia returned just slightly, the sides of her lips upturning. "It could have been worse. I mean, if you were a giant of some sort, I would have went flying back on my arse and that would have been loads more embarrassing," she admitted wryly. She wasn't overly co-ordinated, so there was every chance of that having happened if he were bigger or more built.
Eyes dropping to Roman's bag, Lydia's lips parted in surprise before she said, "I like your snake." She was a big animal lover - she kind of had to be, given that she lived on a farm that primarily worked with mooncalves, and she'd always enjoyed their company... perhaps a bit more than that of her peers. Animals and creatures didn't tease you, people did. But then the snake was gone, and she found herself being asked if she needed to be carried to the infirmary. "Yes, because a couple of non-existent bruises merit carrying me to the hospital wing." Her words weren't malicious, a hint of a smile returning on her lips. "I don't think I've been carried since I was a kid. I'd be surprised if you could. No offense, but you'd probably drop me straight on my arse."