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 ROMAN DI ANGELO on Jan 17, 2020 6:17:39 GMT
"I can see her ovaries in that short ass skirt, " The small two-headed snake said from one head to the other in disgust, " Shut the fuck up. You can't say shit like that, " Ro remarked as he tuned his guitar. "Excuse the fuck out of us. You know what's rude? Getting involved in someone else's conversation, " One head hissed, " Yeah. Bugger off you wanker, " The other head insisted as they coiled in the sun, taking in the warmth of the peaking in through the trees. "I don't even know why we hang out, " Ro replied, rolling his eyes. "Because you have no friends. Have you met you? You have the personality of an avocado. We're just unfortunate and can understand you. And even that's a stretch." He rolled his eyes as he picked at the strings.
The dark haired boy looked up from the strings to see an all too familiar red head, flashing a smile in her direction, " 'Sup Ag?" He greeted, waving her over to hang out with him. "Oh fuck. Of course we have to watch this train wreck with you making a dumbass of yourself. Now we know why you keep us around. You're clearly a glutton for torment." He rolled his eyes, ignoring the two's shit-talking, " Maybe don't be assholes. Thanks." He remarked simply, before picking up the snake to set them on his bag.
It was a disgustingly warm morning, and Aggy was almost 100% sure she resembled an oiled up Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime right now with the way her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was... kind of gross, really, and Aggy grimaced as she continued her trek to the lake. To hell with the grindylows and the giant squid, she wanted to cool off by shoving her feet in the cool depths of water.
Just as she grew closer, the sight of Roman chattering along to seemingly nobody, glancing down intensely at his lap made her eyebrows raise. "Believe it or not, Di Angelo, sweet talking it won't make it grow bigger. It's sad, I know, but if it's any consolation - it doesn't help me out either. It's why my chest still resembles a first years," she said, sitting down next to Roman and eyeing the snakes he put on the bag beside him. Okay, that made more sense then him trying to get all... talky with what was in his pants, but she didn't bother acknowledging that fact. Instead, she nodded at the two-headed snake. "And how are the snakes, Mowgli?"
Post by ROMAN DI ANGELO on Jan 22, 2020 17:27:54 GMT
Ro opened his mouth but quickly shut it at the joke a moment, " You know, that almost feels like the kind of joke I'm not allowed to quip back to if involves your girls. I'm avoiding the pitfall this time. I like keeping my manhood intact, " He smirked a bit. Obviously he could've jumped on complimenting them, but that was obviously a terrible approach. He was certain friendship wouldn't save him if he said something stupid to her. "Eh, they're growing. Hopefully while they're at it they can grow out of being a couple of asshats, " He laughed a bit. He doubted it.
"They're still dicks, " He chuckled shaking his head as both the heads stared him down. He didn't have to speak in parselmouth for them to know he was talking shit. "Fuck off, " The snakes remarked as he grinned, looking back to the red head, " Here to finally take me up on some guitar lessons?" He gave a small smile, though he highly doubt that was at the top of her priorities in this heat. "Or is this the day that I have to save you from the grindylows and the giant squid?" He smirked a bit, puffing up his chest jokingly as if he was super manly.
"And that's why you're not a Gryffindor because you won't joke about my boobs and risk my wrath. Disappointing, Di Angelo. I live for people commenting on my body," Aggy said innocently, before snorting. Her reaction all depended on who said what. If Evan made a sideways joking comment about her body, she'd shoot one back - same with Alex, sam with Roman. If it was completely unwarranted and critical, then her reaction would naturally be to drag them to the best of the ability because she was a pleasant little cherub like that. "You have such high aspirations for your snakes - I admire the fact that you're building them up so high because... who doesn't like their expectations to crash and burn like a faulty broomstick?"
"Oh, you're still interested in me playing your guitar and making your ears bleed?" Aggy said with a wry smile, shaking her head. Then she was watching Roman's chest inflate to the size of his head - that was, to say, to massive proportions. "Mm, yeah, nothing I love more than a guy assuming I can't save myself and pinholing me into the role of damsel in distress because I'm a tiny little woman." A small smirked twisted at her lips as she joked, "Maybe I'll save you instead. It'd be a refreshing sort of role reversal, right?"