We are a post-Potter roleplay set in 2019.
We have an active character driven plot, a short app and no word count.
It's July 2019 and at the moment, the wizarding world is facing a lot of tension with the werewolf community.
This is a result of anti-werewolf legislation being passed in 2016 after a series of brutal attacks.
Unfortunately, this legislation passing hasn't achieved anything.
Werewolves can't find jobs and without a source of income, this has left a lot of them facing poverty.
But instead of taking it laying down, there's starting to be waves of attacks once more.
How will the Ministry of Magic solve this problem now? Is it too late?
One pack, The Trossachs, have decided that an obvious solution is to no longer be a minority. The more wolves, the better.
Yet another pack, known as The Cotswolds, believe that approach will only deepen the mistrust and ostracism faced by the werewolf community.
Instead, this group, led by an independently wealthy werewolf means aims to educate the ignorant wizarding community and change legislation by winning the support of the majority.
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 TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Jan 29, 2020 8:17:34 GMT
Teresa was bleeding, yet again, and this time it was all thanks to a pissed off customer who had found her mid-rummaging through their drawers after they'd gone off to have a shower. They'd forgotten to take a towel in, and caught her red-handed. After a brief tousle in which Teresa had literally had a vase lobbed at her head, one that connected too, she'd managed to lock the person in their own bedroom and stumble to the fireplace. By her luck, said fireplace was hooked up to the floo network, and after shouting out, 'Kiernan Stevens apartment!' she found herself stumbling out of the fireplace and into the living room.
She hadn't exactly gotten to see this part of his apartment last time she'd visited - more important things to see like the bedroom they'd directly apparated into - and she'd slipped out of the joint before he'd even woken up, heading straight back to camp. Hell, she hadn't even spoken to him since, but he was the only non-werewolf she knew and semi-trusted to help her out... and there was also the minor matter that he used to be in training to become a healer, and St. Mungos for a bleeding head injury was no longer an option.
"KIERNAN! Are you here?" she called out, voice loud. Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror, she let out a string of swears beneath her voice because fuck, that vase had really done a number on her. She had a large cut from the ceramic on the right side of her forehead, one that was currently dripping blood. Were there tissues in here? She needed to apply pressure, right?
Post by KIERNAN STEVENS on Jan 29, 2020 10:56:20 GMT
Kiernan hadn't thought much about anything other than his family these days. It hadn't been long since his father died and he was still making sure his mother and siblings were alright. Of course most of them were still men and not the sensitive kind that share feelings but he checked up on all his brothers, his little sister and most of all his mother. When his father died he had the bad feeling that his mother was going to suffer greatly from it.
There was no way in hell that she would be just fine even with the group therapy sessions and her new gang of friends that scare the living daylight out of him. As he just finished writing the letter to his sister and sent off the owl he heard noises in his living room. Kiernan's apartment was almost like a show model. It was very modern when it came to the style but also highly not used because he was mostly outside of it.
With a frown the man got up from his desk and rolled his shoulder muscles, feeling the pain in his neck as he did so. Kiernan was not even bothered with putting on a shirt as he walked out of his bedroom just in time to hear shouting. The voice was familiar though the last time he heard that voice shout his name it was in a whole different setting.
"What the hell?" he asked as he walked up to Teresa and spotted the blood. He quickly reached for her hand and headed for the kitchen where he grabbed a towel. "What happened to you? Jesus." he grumbled and reached out to apply pressure to her head.
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Jan 30, 2020 7:43:05 GMT
There was a towel pressed against Teresa's forehead in a split second as Kiernan - her knight in shining armour - made an appearance. Teresa let out a sharp hiss between her lips. "I'm a fucking werewolf, that's what happened to me. If this shit with the Ministry wouldn't have happened in the first place, I wouldn't have to -" Teresa stopped mid-tirade, shaking her head furiously. Telling Kiernan all the details, of what exactly led up to her getting hurt, it wasn't an option. He wouldn't want a thing to do with her - who would? She was someone who turned tricks, slept around, and robbed people on a regular basis so she could just get by. "I had a vase thrown at me. Who knew a pot meant for flowers could do so much?"
Averting her eyes, Teresa stared at a spot behind Kiernan's shoulders because getting hurt... it was going to keep happening. There was no way of stopping it, not when it was so dangerous to be a bloody werewolf in this political climate, but there was something that could help her. It was a big ask though. "You used to be a healer, right? Or a healer-in-training?" she started, turning her gaze back his way to look at him imploringly.
Post by KIERNAN STEVENS on Feb 1, 2020 12:27:18 GMT
Kiernan never really couldn't imagine a woman crashing into his house through a fireplace. There was blood on her face and the last thing Kiernan needed to know was what she did to get this to happen to her but the question was there. Kiernan just let out a sigh as she ranted that being a werewolf was the reason she was like this and it honestly made him upset a little on the inside. Why did people want to hurt people like this? Look at the girl bleeding because she was a werewolf. How was that right?
Kiernan looked at her with a small frown. "It's okay you don't have to tell me." he said, noticing by her expression that she didn't want to share. "Let's just get you healed up." he said and motioned for her to sit down. "A vase huh? creative." he said, not searching for more of an explanation behind it all. He just wanted to make sure she was okay, talking could happen later.
Kiernan grabbed a small jar from a cabinet and untwisted the lid. "Sit still.." he told her and put some of the cream on his finger. "I was a healer in training yes. I dropped out." he said and reached out to put some cream on her wound. "Why do you ask? Don't trust me? I swear it's not vaseline."
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Feb 5, 2020 2:47:26 GMT
"I know I don't have to tell you," Teresa said shortly, before all fire died on her lips. She needed to... not speak to someone helping her out, to someone who had been kind to her. It was a rare thing in this world, and the more she pushed away people willing to give her a hand in this world, the more deserted she would become.
Following Kiernan's gesture to sit down, Teresa did so... surprisingly obedient. "Guess a vase packs more of a punch then a pair of socks," she said, before leveling him with a look that screamed, 'yes, I know you were a healer-in-bloody-training. I was just easing into the topic.' "That's why I wound up in your fireplace. Not just because you're a beast in between the sheets and I'm hoping for a repeat performance." A small smirk twisted at her lips to accompany her words, but it dropped a second later because back to business.
"Look, I need you to teach me some healing spells. I know about them, I read about them, but -" She hadn't been able to use her wand for a year after the attack, courtesy of the Trace and she'd had nobody who would teach her charms beyond fifth year living alone on the streets. Maybe in the Trossachs... but a part of her was too prideful to ask. She didn't want to admit that she was weak in that area, to reveal to someone that she'd been that girl who was a victim of the Hogwarts attack. She preferred to play her cards close to her chest.
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