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!
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on Feb 9, 2020 18:24:08 GMT
For the second time in a few short weeks, Greta found herself packing up her trunk again. It was strange, really, all she had in the world anymore being able to fit in this trunk, not knowing if the contents of the house would ever come back to her. If she'd known that she wouldn't be going back, that they wouldn't be escaping the Aurors this time, maybe she'd have packed more practical things. But as it was, she'd felt like there were some things she couldn't leave behind: her best fur coat and her dress with the flowers and all of her favorite books and of course, her violin, and even having to sit on the trunk just to close it, it didn't seem like she'd packed enough.
But that was all that she had to take with her as their new guardian was coming to take them to her house today, her and her sister, and Greta looked at the singular trunk with a rueful expression, feeling all too reminded of home. Home that she might never see again. Perching on the lid of the trunk, she glanced over at Clara, who was closing the lid on her own trunk. At least being in a house would be better than the inn room the girls had to stay in while their parents' trial was happening, but Greta still didn't know what to expect. Would it be as nice as home? Would Emma be kind, would she understand what their life had been like?
Post by EMMA MOUNTBATTEN-SMYTHE on Feb 9, 2020 18:50:12 GMT
To be honest, Emma was still not quite sure how she had ended up agreeing to this. When the question had been asked, her attention had, she would admit, been almost entirely elsewhere, and so the response that she'd given had received precisely no thought. Still, she could hardly have said no afterwards, and so here she was, arriving at some odd little inn which she regarded with some surprise as she made her way through, introduced herself at the bar, and went up the stairs to the room where she would meet the girls who were to be given into her care. Surely they could have found somewhere better than this for the daughters of a Rowle?
She paused outside the door which she'd been directed to and knocked a couple of times, waiting for a response before entering. Manners cost nothing, after all, and children were no less entitled to privacy than she was herself- which, come to think of it, was a point which she should probably bring up at some point today. Later on, obviously. It did not make for the most compelling introduction, and as a lawyer, Emma was very good at compelling.
"Good morning," she greeted the pair with a smile. "Let me see, now... Greta and Clara?" Emma glanced from one to the other as she spoke- she'd been told that Greta was the younger, and it wasn't a difficult distinction, she didn't think, but then she wasn't used to children.
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on Feb 13, 2020 2:57:47 GMT
Greta wasn't entirely sure what kind of person she'd expected to walk through the door, but she wasn't sure she'd expected their new guardian to be as young as she was. She knew that she herself looked fairly small still, especially next to her tall brother and father, but Emma didn't seem as if she was old enough to have ever been their mother. Certainly not Viktor's or Clara's, and very doubtful that she could be Greta's.
It wasn't really as if someone could replace their mother, though, and Emma didn't have to, even if the words Azkaban for life still rang in Greta's ears. Her parents were always strict, but they loved them; always made sure they had the best even in their situation. Greta had always wished for more adventure, always stared outside the window and dreamed, but she knew why they'd been so protective: because if they weren't, things would be like they were now, with them in prison and their children without parents.
And yet it had happened anyway.
"I'm Greta, that's Clara," she said, gesturing at the other blonde girl who looked so very like her. Turning back to her trunk, she bit her lip, realizing how heavy it was. Her hand reached for her wand, but she stopped before she could pronounce any spell. She'd been told that in Britain, it was illegal for her to do magic outside of school until she was seventeen, but she had no idea how she was going to drag the trunk around without a spell. At home there hadn't been any such laws, and she wondered how children did anything with this kind of restriction.
Post by EMMA MOUNTBATTEN-SMYTHE on Feb 14, 2020 11:03:30 GMT
Emma nodded. "Well, it's nice to meet you." Somewhat belatedly, she realised that she hadn't the faintest idea of how one was supposed to speak to children, but she ploughed on anyway, vaguely recalling her own time at what was probably a similar sort of age. "I'm Emma; I'm going to be looking after you both for the time being." How long that might be, she really didn't know, but this was not the time to be bothering with such details. It was the last thing that she needed to be thinking about at present; she was far too busy trying to deal with the present, without thinking too far ahead and complicating things further.
Watching the girl eyeing her heavy trunk, the brunette took out her own wand and flicked it towards the object, causing it to rise slightly into the air. "That should be more manageable for you," she advised, slipping her wand back up her sleeve. "Now, is there anything you've forgotten? Anything you need that you haven't got?" Admittedly, she didn't exactly have the time at present for a shopping trip, but she was sure that she'd manage to cram it in... somewhere. Mentally, Emma reviewed her schedule. She'd left the morning clear for helping to sort things out with the Rowle girls, but she had a fair few meetings to get through this afternoon, and it would probably be advisable to have lunch at some point... Not much time to spare, then. "I hate to rush you, but I think we ought to be going."
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on Feb 20, 2020 5:05:53 GMT
With a look back at her floating trunk, Greta's mouth twisted, thinking yet again of all the things she'd left behind. "I suppose--I don't have a lot of clothes for everyday," she admitted. Somehow the less exciting of her things hadn't seemed quite so important to pack. It had all been so sudden that she hadn't thought about the importance of blue jeans while shoving her life into a single trunk. She looked down at her outfit at the moment, knowing that the silky skirt wasn't going to be very practical for moving trunks around--but that was what magic was for, wasn't it? It was meant to solve every problem.
"Where's your house, then?" she found herself having to ask, curious as to just where they were going to be floating her and Clara's trunks. "How are we going to get there?" She was very used to Side-Along Apparition, but that wasn't going to be able to bring all their luggage as well. That, she knew from the first time they'd had to flee. She assumed they'd perhaps have a carriage of some sort, although she and her sister had ridden in a Ministry car once, which had been an entirely new experience. Maybe Emma had a car, like Muggles apparently all did, which Greta found almost incomprehensible. Maybe she'd see even more of them where Emma lived.
Post by EMMA MOUNTBATTEN-SMYTHE on Feb 20, 2020 21:58:25 GMT
Emma regarded the girl's clothing for a moment, tilting her head slightly to one side. "Hmm," was all she said initially. Truth be told, she was rather impressed; whatever social situation the Rowles might have ended up in at the finish, they clearly hadn't let their standards slip when it came to clothing. It was a rather nice piece of fabric that had gone to the construction of Greta's skirt, but she had to admit that the girl was right; practical, it was not. With a faint sigh, she glanced down at her watch. Not quite long enough, perhaps, but if she was late then she would just have to be late.
"No, I tell you what," she began, flicking her wand at the trunk once again and allowing it to sink to the floor. "I'll send someone to pick those up for us. "I live on the outskirts of London, but let's not worry about that for the moment. How does a quick shopping trip sound? My treat." Well, Emma reasoned, it wasn't as though she could have the girls waltzing around in ballgowns and party dresses all the time. Anyway, she would inevitably have had to provide clothes at some point; it might as well be now as at any other time.
