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 NICOLAS DELGADO on Apr 27, 2020 21:39:05 GMT
Nicolas sat nervously at the Ravenclaw table. He was not ready for this school year. Matheus was no longer here and suddenly Nico was the big brother. It was already strange enough to board the train with only Izzy. He hoped Mat would be alright out there in the big world. While Nicolas would never admit it, he really missed that big goofball. Who could he turn to now if he needed advice on particular topics? Ah! Why did his mind even go there? Nope, please stay focused. Alright where were we? Let's see… Durmstrang? Nicolas blinked as students and adults joined in. This was quite something. More people to get nervous about. He hoped they were nice people. Perhaps he could make a friend. He'd never been to another country before as his family had no money to travel.
Just as his mind was with his family again, the food appeared. The enormous plates filled with food never ceased to astonish him. After staring for a second, Nico started to fill his plate. The Ravenclaw was very hungry, he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Nicolas tried to munch as much as possible while still keeping things somewhat delicate. When he was reasonably filled again his eyes fell on a cake not too far away from him. Matheus would love that specific flavor. Carefully very carefully an idea crept in his mind. Nico might be wearing a fancy prefect badge on his chest but no shiny piece of metal would come before his family. When he made sure nobody was looking, he covered away two pieces of cake in a napkin. Praying that nobody would notice, Nico hoped he could make his mum and brother happy with a little surprise. His face however was bright red because of the tension he felt. This definitely was not a prefect thing to do. Honestly, Nico didn't know how he was supposed to feel about the whole thing. More often than not he still relied on people himself. He was too scared declining would be considered rude so he accepted even if he was terrified of actually doing the thing.
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Summer holidays had been many things, but he couldn't say that fun was the word he'd use to describe them. He'd certainly spent the first half just relaxing and hanging out with his friends to celebrate being free of OWLs, but it had soured soon enough. A conversation with Alex's new mum had got him nothing, but anger and frustration from Alex and Dio had decided that being friends with him was no longer something he wanted to do. So you could excuse Xander for not being in the friendliest mood as he entered the Great Hall. Sure, spending time with Aggy and Evan on the ride over had been nice, but he couldn't latch onto them for forever. He was a prefect which meant that he had to be around for the littlies to ask questions and be a familiar face. He just hoped he could put on a brave face for them all. He'd already caught sight of the person who was pinging him off, Alexander Greenaway. Dio's personage escaped him, but he was sure he'd find him sometime this week and demand to know what the hell was going on. Alexander wasn't repulsive, sure he had foot-in-mouth syndrome, but he wasn't the type to be ignored. Viola, Skye and Alex seemed to be enjoying a conversation in the middle of his table, and he decided he was not adept to dealing with them at this moment.
He sighed softly as he chose a spot close to the door, across from an older boy, Wolfgang if he remembered correctly, and right next to Nico. He flashed the new prefect a smile that wasn't as forced as he'd expected it to be, tapping on his own badge."You've joined the fold I see, how's prefect life treating you? Excited to herd around the firsties?" He asked amiably, before falling silent to listen to their Headmaster speak. His eyes widened as the Durmstrang folk marched in and he stopped himself from gaping with his mouth wide open. This had no precedent; he'd never even met someone from Durmstrang before. It was pretty incredible, he thought, that they'd managed to sort out a temporary solution so quickly. "I guess we won't just be herding around firsties Nico, are you excited to befriend some burly blokes and gals?"
Sure, Alexander wasn't uneducated in the sort of things people said about Durmstrang, about their blood purity rules. The rules were utter bullshit, but it wasn't the attending students' fault that their school was so archaic. He was a little intrigued and hoped that at least one of the students would join them at the end of the table. As his eyes moved away from the new students and onto the food, he noticed Wolfgang's unsettled expression. "Are you alright? Have some water, hey?" He didn't want to tell the other boy not to worry because Alex had no idea what was freaking him out, but water was always his go-to suggestion.
if O'Connor thought for a second that Zoe missed the change because she was busy upsetting her new colleagues by accident... she decided to quirk a quizzical brow in his direction before letting her attention return to Fleur and Kataratata. "Like a chihuahua, Old Mother England has a lot to prove to the rest of the world throughout history. Yap, yap, yap," Zoe mimicked a dog barking with her free hand and chuckled - honestly, it was her experience that the smaller something was, the more often there was overcompensation be it the chichi against a doberman or a man with a little....
Zoe's bright eyes widened as she was chastised by the Polish teacher, quite taken aback because she hadn't meant to actually upset anyone. "Oh...." she was about to apologise when Alicia chimed in about her level of appropriate discussion and Zoe's cheeks flushed a deep red. It was true that she hadn't ever been a fan of the cliché British Prudist, though sometimes she at least attempted not to step on toes. "I meant no offence to you or your family, Professor, please don't hex me," she smiled as innocently as possible, her double dimples pinching in. Had it been any other member of staff, more used to her ways, she'd have added I promise I'll be a good girl but thankfully she was scooped into a gigantic hug by her favouritest Almir in the whole-wide-world. " 'allo ol' chap!" she giggled and attempted to wrap her arms around the man ... and failed.
Not for the first time, Zoe bit her bottom lip gently as the wave of sexual wonder flowed through her. What else might she not be able to wrap around Almir?
"I am always up for a dance. Have you been practicing the sprinkler that I showed you last term?" Zoe asked, happy for the reprieve that this new conversation would give her from the ice-cold stare of her new colleagues. Way to make friends, Zoe.
As Arthur Longbottom deigned to lean down into her personal space, as if she'd invited him to be within ten centimetres of her face, Vinda's eyes hardened. She wasn't a fool, she knew exactly what he was playing at. He was trying to intimidate her with his height, but it wasn't working. Instead, it had Vinda thinking of how he must have had a terrible accident as a child where he'd stepped in mooncalf dung - it was the only explanation of why he'd grown to the size of a small giant. It was unlucky that certain appendages of his hadn't grown as well... or so she suspected.
Too caught up with that line of thinking, Vinda wasn't quick enough to snatch Arthur's hand before it fell on her hip, but that was no matter. "Yes, I dreamed of you. Explicitly so, as well," Vinda said loftily, her hand moving to rest over his oh-so-tenderly. "I have no doubt you'd want to hear all the details, but I'm afraid it's proven that all information goes in one ear and out the other with you, so I'll stick to the most simplistic version and hope your pea-sized brain - oops... I mean, memory - can retain it."
Straining up on her tiptoes to reach Arthur's ear - filled with mountains of wax, no doubt - Vinda's voice dropped to a rough, affected whisper, "See, the dream always starts the same, Arthur. You and I have been sent to the halls because we've been naughty, naughty children. We've been given the task of cleaning the walls. 'But this will take so long,' we say. But then for once in your life, you have a great idea. No, truly. It's a stroke of genius. 'Why don't we use aguamenti,' you suggest. Naturally, I'm so impressed by your logic that I agree on the terms that you do it first. Well, wouldn't you know that when the water blasts out the tip of your wand, it backfires. Surprising, for a Longbottom, magic not working. But never you mind, there's an upside to this - your shirt is soakedstraight through. Completely transparent. I can see everything as if you're not wearing a stitch of clothing and Merlin, wouldn't you know - it gets me so ho -" Vinda cut herself off abruptly, her very sharp talons digging into the wrist of Arthur's hand that pawed at her hip and a sickly sweet smile sliding over her face. "Oh wait. No, that wasn't my dream. It was my worst nightmare."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Apr 28, 2020 18:40:47 GMT
While the summer had been a bit of a rollercoaster. It was a tough decision he had to make but it solved almost all his short term problems. That all sounded great but it did come with the cost of an uncertain future. Which gave him all the more reason to enjoy his current life while it lasted. Jun had the Avery family to thank for the easy summer. He showed his gratitude by making them all kinds of sweets and foods the British cuisine lacked. It was however quite strange how the father was barely home but Jun supposed he was busy. Secretly he was glad because the man used to be a teacher for a time. It’d be weird.
Now he was back at Hogwarts and happier than ever. He wore one of Gabriel’s uniforms until he could buy his own set again. A lot of school supplies would have to be borrowed or replaced. However Jun was sure he’d make it work. “Gabe, you’re such a life saver. Thank you so much,” he smiled at his roommate before digging into the food. Big enthusiastic grey eyes gazed up as the Durmstrang students joined in. Finally he could do something back. Two years ago he was in the same position as them. He’d love to help these students around just like Grace had done for him. With his new found confidence he didn’t hesitate to play the prefect role and moved to the Durmstrang students that had been sorted into Hufflepuff. “Welcome to Hufflepuff. I’m Junaid, one of the prefects we are there to help with small things when the teachers aren’t there. You can also turn to Olivia, Grace, Johah and this year Charlie and Richard joined our team. Take the time and space you need to settle but if there is anything we can do, let us know.” He pointed out all the Hufflepuff prefects so the Durmstrang students knew they had a wide range of options.
Post by NICOLAS DELGADO on Apr 28, 2020 19:05:42 GMT
Nicolas had barely managed to sneak away the cake slices when he noticed someone was talking to him. The mere sound of the voice had the new prefect jump up and squeak. “Eek, ah-ah….. Um…. Alexander… uhh.. yeah,” he muttered as his entire face turned a deep shade of red. Nicolas couldn’t get himself to look the older prefect in the eye. That one game night kept popping in his head, such an embarrassing memory. His eyes went anywhere but towards Alexander. The food, the plates, the people sitting across them. “Ah…. ehh.. .well… ” Words were hard to get out. As if he couldn’t be more obvious saying he was nervous for the position. Befriend Durmstrang students? That had been his initial thought but now he took a better look, a lot of them were scary or just plain crazy looking. “They’re going to eat me alive,” he whispered to himself in despair. Eyes went from the Durmstrang students to his plate and he suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore. “I-I don’t know yet,” he finally gave somewhat of a reply to Alex and altered his eyes again. Anywhere but at the other prefect.
His gaze fell on an older Ravenclaw who definitely didn’t look okay. Nicolas wondered if it was a task to ask about him but older students were kind of scary. Oh, he had been staring for way too long now trying to avoid Alex. Nico quickly looked away in shame. A moment later he heard Alex talk to the older boy. Hopefully it’d keep him busy.
As large arms squeezed Jack in a hug, the older man let out a warm laugh because Almir. He'd missed his presence over the holidays - there was nobody quite like the man. He had this welcoming, friendly aura constantly radiating from him, and it was one of a kind. Of course, it didn't mesh well with everyone, but Jack had a special place in his heart for the guy. "Thank you, Professor Askeland. You're too kind," he said as he accepted the pint, placing it on the table in front of him. He wasn't certain he was up for a drink this evening, but perhaps he'd change his mind.
When another introduction was made, Jack raised his head and sent the curly-haired man a small smile. The library assistant, of course - he looked too young to be a Professor. He looked a touch familiar too, but for all Jack knew, he may have just passed the man on the street once upon a time. "Welcome, Ludwig. We have about 350 students, give or take. It changes every year though - sometimes we have more, sometimes we have less. It just depends on how many children in the UK are discovered to possess magic and are sent admission letters to Hogwarts."
At the sound of an unfamiliar, baritone voice greeting the table, Jack's attentive gaze moved to the owner. Ah, it was the man who had led the Durmstrang students into the hall moments before. He was well-spoken, Jack noticed, and he also happened to share a last name with the Durmstrang Headmaster. His son, perhaps? "Professor O'Connor. I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, Domnul Dascalu," Jack said, his Irish accent trying it's very best to wrap around the title but to no avail. He had a distinct feeling he'd just managed to butcher them. Taking on a smile, trying to move into a more comfortable laid-back tone for discussion, Jack's voice took on a teasing lilt. "More years than you care to admit? Surely you haven't been teaching that long, Domnul Dascalu. You look young - and I don't see a walking stick in your hand yet."
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Post by KATARZYNA DĄBROWSKA on Apr 29, 2020 2:45:48 GMT
darkest before the dawn
"As I'm sure you know, the Muggles do outnumber us." Katarzyna kept her voice steady and icy as she spoke to the two professors. "Their conflicts affect us all--especially those of us who do not have the opportunity to hide from them." Speaking about the fate of her nation brought bitterness to her voice. There had been a time, she knew, when her country had been a great power, when her ancestors had stood by the side of kings and winged hussars, and her family would never let that history fade away, no matter how far away they got from their aristocratic roots--no matter if the Statute forbade them from legally influencing Muggle politics anymore.
The brunette professor, the one who was sitting directly next to her, was apologizing, although Katarzyna had the distinct feeling that it wasn't entirely sincere, with the fluttering of her eyelashes and honey in her voice that reminded her of the pretty girls that had been among her classmates at Durmstrang--the ones she had never been accepted by. That was what bothered her about the woman, she was sure--what did she teach anyway? It couldn't be anything too serious. She gripped her knife a little harder, determined not to look at the other professor too much.
She was about to broach the topic of the subjects they taught when an excessively large and warm being wrapped its arms around her from behind, and she nearly shot a hex at the person in question before remembering just what kind of event she was attending. It had been a long time since she had received a hug from anyone, and if that was what it was going to be like, she thought she would much prefer to continue avoiding human contact. Adjusting her black robes back into position, she shot a glare at the man that had hugged her, who had moved on to an enthusiastic conversation with the brunette professor.
"What on earth does he teach?" she said, shaking her head, asking nobody in particular, although she would hope that someone would explain just what was going on.
Post by ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on Apr 29, 2020 17:43:13 GMT
Almir blinked a little as he caught some negative energy in the air surrounding Zoe and one of the Durmstranf Professors. “Did I interrupt something?” He asked, wondering he was being rude. The look on the Durmstrang Professor's face, made Almir grin sheepishly. Whoops, she did not seem happy. Perhaps she needed some alcohol to cheer her up. And he proceeded to press a pint in her hands. However Zoe’s response made him beam. When she sort of wrapped her arm around him, Almir beamed and lifted her up and put her on his broad shoulder. “My queen! At your service,” he chuckled before he put her down again.
“Oh Damn right, you bet I practiced my butt off this summer. You should teach me all of the muggle dance moves. I’ve been missing out on cultural highlights! Check this out!” As soon as he lifted one arm up to place his hand in his neck and move the other forward, fabric shredding sounds revealed another unfortunate fate for his shirt. The show had to go on and he managed to complete the dance moves with lots of energy before the holes at the sewing lines completely ripped apart. “Ah, shit. Not again,” he groaned and took off the remaining sadness that hung around his body. With pouty lips he formed it into a ball and threw it away, flashing his bare chest in front of not only the entire school but a second school included. “This was my best shirt,” the big man cried out as if he had lost his first born.
Post by CONSTANTIN DASCĂLU on Apr 30, 2020 17:59:22 GMT
So this was Hogwarts, huh? Not as bad as he thought it’d be but still not as grand as Durmstrang. Over the past days he had gotten over the fact that they wouldn’t be returning to their trusted castle which almost was like a second home. Constantin was curious what the year would bring. So far his dreams hadn’t been giving him very clear answers. For which he was grateful, spoilers could ruin a moment. Especially as his dreams didn’t always prove to be correct. He was looking forward to seeing what the Hogwarts students were made of. This proved to be an eventful chance.
“Huh, it seems the Brits do not look like trolls with wooden teeth like the rumours say,” he mused as he checked out random students. “I might enjoy myself here.” The boy shot a mischievous smirk towards his sister which could be both interpreted as devilish and angelic at the same time. “Oh, I’ll be on my best behavior,” he said with a wink. This was a new playfield and he was ready to get it tested.
“Separate houses huh?” He was a bit disappointed he wouldn’t have his full circle of friends by hand. He looked at his mate, Augusts whom he poked in the side using his elbow. “Looks like you’ve got to miss me, please don’t start crying. I know it’s hard but you’ve got a ugly baby cry face. But it’s also kind of adorable. Cute grandpa Gus,” he pouted his lips at the older boy and chuckled. “See you tomorrow at breakfast,” he nodded his sister and Augusts goodbye and moved himself to the Slytherin table with Vivica. “Looks like it’s just you and me now. Well, aren’t you lucky? Don’t worry you’re welcome to hold my hand when you feel like,” he ended his offer with his signature wink. It’s showtime. The green table held an interesting mix of individuals.
The house had a great offer of beautiful ladies. Stan shot a charming smile in the direction of the ones that were near him. A beautiful silver or was it gold haired girl with a cheeky look on her face and one with a beautiful shade of brown with dark blonde highlights. Hopefully he’d get to know some of them very well. He was looking forward to it. However he had a task to accomplish. His eyes scanned the group for potential picks but he decided to play along first and not initiate much.
seems that i have been held in some dreaming state/a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on May 1, 2020 0:50:30 GMT
in some dreaming state
Greta's grin grew wider as one of the Hufflepuffs came over to their table. Even though she was pretty sure she didn't understand half of the words he was saying--accents like that hadn't been covered in all her language lessons--his smile was almost as contagious as Vi's. "Oh, I'm not her sister," she said, laughing. "I barely even know her name!" Her own sister Clara was--somewhere not nearby, and although it felt odd not to have the other blonde girl around her like she had for her entire life, Greta felt like it made her incredibly free.
She looked around at each face at the table, secretly hoping at least one of them might be one of her roommates, even if she knew that there was no way they were going to be letting her room with the boys. Maybe she didn't know everything they were talking about, especially whatever had happened last year with the redheaded girl and the prefect bathroom, but she resolved not to let it make her be too quiet.
"Hi!" she said to a curly-haired boy nearby who seemed to be shying away from joining the conversation. "What's your name? And what year are you? I have to meet everyone."
they judge me like a picture book/by the colors, like they forgot to read
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Post by DANICA LLEWELLYN on May 1, 2020 1:18:19 GMT
feathers in my hair
Occupied by hugging her sister, Danica took a moment to actually notice the confusion of the bright-haired girl who had sat down across from them. But it was hard to ignore someone who seemed just as disappointed by the lack of alcohol on the table as she was, even if it was for entirely different reasons. It was definitely less sad than trying to catch a glimpse of Rowan's warm brown eyes for what felt like the millionth time, although a lot more confusing.
"It's, uh, pumpkin juice," Dani explained, a quizzical expression on her face. "Do they not have that in--" she realized, too late, that she didn't have any idea where the girl was actually from. She was pretty familiar with people forgetting the entire existence of her hometown until they wanted to make fun of its name, and she redirected herself quickly. "At Durmstrang?" She sipped at her goblet, still disappointed that it was simply juice. Maybe someone knew a spell to fix that--Merlin knew Dani hadn't passed Transfiguration. She'd tried to remind herself that it was okay, that she didn't need to know Switching Spells to be a dancer, but in this moment, she felt the sting of failure in her heart once more.
Post by VIVICA THOSTENSON on May 1, 2020 10:42:09 GMT
W
ith a sigh, Vivi fixed her eyes firmly on the table. Composure, Vivica. Perfect composure. Not only physical, which she had taken a great deal of time to assure before walking into the room- the blonde knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she did not have a single hair out of place, and if she had her way, that would be the state in which she would pass the rest of the year- but mental and, of course, social. Which meant that not only could she not slap her infinitely annoying fellow Durmstrangian but she should not really even be considering the possibility, strictly speaking. Still, as long as it didn't show on her face, who was to know? That was how she chose to see it, at any rate; one couldn't be perfect all the time. No doubt things would work out, one way or the other.
"I believe I will pass on that offer," she told the boy flatly, wondering as she did so how many others would have taken it. A few, in all probability, but then perhaps Vivica was not quite so lost in etiquette as to forget that she did actually have a brain. It was probably a societal sin of the gravest magnitude for which she would pay dearly at some later date, but for the time being, she found it rather a comfort. Not to mention that it excused her from holding hands with That Boy, and whatever his antecedents might be, she just didn't think it was... well, hygienic, for one thing, but decorous for another. Her father would have half killed her had he found out. How he would do so, she hadn't the faintest idea, but it really wasn't worth it, especially when the boy in question was this one.
ugs could not hitherto have been said to have been a regular feature of Laila's existence, for which there were several very good reasons, her profound dislike of any such show of affection being amongst the foremost. It was perhaps scarcely surprising, therefore, that she did not enjoy them from strangers any more than she did from longstanding colleagues or what might for lack of any more appropriate terminology be described as old friends. As a matter of fact, she was firmly opposed to anything which might be considered to be unexpected, which meant that this year was going pretty badly for her all around, really.
"What on earth..." She shot an icy stare at the enormous man's back as he moved on but refrained from going any further; she somehow got the feeling that hexing a Hogwarts professor in front of a whole hall full for the most part of Hogwarts students would not be the best idea she'd ever had. All the same, there was no denying that it was tempting, and her fingers had actually twitched towards her wand where it was stowed away in the depths of her robes... but no. Not now, at least, though Laila did entertain certain somewhat amusing speculations as to what exactly could be achieved with the judicious application of some of her nastier spellwork. It was, she would confess, one of the best methods that she had ever come across by which to relieve stress and tension. Considering that this school was causing her far too much of that already, she trembled to think what kind of state her mind would be in when the time came to leave. A long and in-depth course of counselling might be in order, although of course a Memory Charm might well be more efficacious.
Post by ARIELLA TYRELL on May 1, 2020 15:04:25 GMT
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Another year, another feast, another endless cycle of whining teenagers and brainless apes wandering the halls making Ariella's life a living hell in her own classes. It was hard to return to school after hugging her brother for the first time in a long time. After being told her brother could come home and be safe from any angry aurors and it was such a good way to spend her summer. Her father came out of his depressive rut he was in for so long and now the family was less broken than it was before.
Ariella continued working at Hogwarts because she promised her father but also because though she was going to take over at some point, she still wanted to keep an eye on the spawn her father created. Especially Parker. Ariella noticed the girl sitting at the Hufflepuff table and her other sister at the Slytherin table. These kids needed her in a way and she wasn't one to break her promises. Ariella snapped out of her thoughts when she watched the new professors from the other school join their table.
From what she was told, the school was filled with barbarians quite like their own giant hairball and Ariella was not looking forward to being civil towards any of those barbarians. The woman pursed her lips for a moment, taking a sip of her wine and just listened to the bickering, the differences of opinions and just when she thought her headache couldn't get any worse the hairball showed up, pulling her into a very inappropriate hug.
"Get your hands off of me," she demanded with a hiss in her tone and fixed her robes the moment she managed to slip out of his grip and returned to her seat. "I will have to bathe for a bloody month to get that stench off of me.." she whispered to herself and glared at Almir before taking another sip of her wine. There was not enough wine in the bloody world. Ariella noticed the look on the other professor's face and though she was not one to engage in a conversation with the woman, at least she showed the same disgust as she did.
Maybe there were sensible people in this hellhole after all.
Another year, another feast, another endless cycle of whining teenagers and brainless apes wandering the halls making Ariella's life a living hell in her own classes. It was hard to return to school after hugging her brother for the first time in a long time. After being told her brother could come home and be safe from any angry aurors and it was such a good way to spend her summer. Her father came out of his depressive rut he was in for so long and now the family was less broken than it was before. 
