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 CONSTANTIN DASCĂLU on May 6, 2020 19:13:14 GMT
Was Vivica seriously trying to apologize on his behalf just now? He hadn’t done anything wrong so far. As long as this Elena girl didn’t mind it, he saw no reason to stop let alone apologize. Then again it was probably best not to start an argument on that. He was what? Constantin raised an eyebrow at his fellow Durmstrang goer however as she didn’t finish her words, he decided to let it go for now.
Meeting new people was way more interesting than picking a fight with a schoolmate. The girl he was chatting with was either an airhead or not interested. He surely hoped not all Hogwarts girls were like this because it might be a boring year if that was the case. Was she seriously comparing them to food right now? Stan was regretting his pick for the night. He supposed the Turkey leg looked decent but what kind of barbarian mashed their potatoes? Only Germans would think about something like that, apparently Brits too. The salad was looking hella nice but he couldn’t have any of that girly stuff. He was a man, the oldest male in the next line. Couldn’t be seen eating pretty things.
He decided to go for the turkey leg but left the evil potatoes where they were and scoped up some grilled vegetables instead. “Huh? Vivi you already have got admirers,” he teased his friend with a playful grin. “Too bad you have to keep yourself pure before your wedding day, let alone see a girl. She is really stunning though, isn’t she?” He checked out the girl that was eyeing Vivica. “Perhaps you should talk to her, making friends wouldn’t hurt.” Why not? The Durmstrang group should probably spread out and pick up Hogwarts here and there. Elena was chattering again. “Say, Elena. You seem like someone who knows a lot of people. I bet you also know a lot about parties and other fun things. May they ever occur be sure to invite us. We’d love to see how the British do their feasts,” he smiled playfully. There was no point in acting like an ass to girls. While he had lost interest quickly he was going to stay nice. Girls didn’t do anything wrong. It was the boys that pissed him off.
Post by VIVICA THOSTENSON on May 7, 2020 14:45:31 GMT
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lushing a pale pink, Vivi glanced over, following the Hogwarts girl's line of sight towards the other... Hogwarts girl. She was going to have to get the hang of this House system thing pretty quickly or else it was going to be a very confusing year, because she really couldn't keep on referring to people according to which school they went to. Of course, she could always learn their names as well; that might make things somewhat easier, she had to admit, and she really was doing her best, but she was struggling already... Had it been Eleanor? Elspeth? There were far too many possibilities, and she was just sincerely hoping that someone would say the name again before she needed to, because otherwise it was just going to be embarrassing. And embarrassing herself not only on the first day but within the first five minutes was definitely not what she had had in mind.
"She is pretty," she agreed, albeit somewhat hesitantly- she didn't really feel that passing judgement on such a thing without having ever spoken to the girl was altogether how it was supposed to go, but she felt as though she had to say something; it would have been rude not to. "And... oh, thank you." She offered the... Slytherin, she was pretty sure it was Slytherin... a somewhat bashful smile. "Yours is lovely... Do you use a special shampoo?" Honestly, Vivi hadn't the faintest idea of what she was talking about, but it seemed impolite to not return the compliment, and the girl did have nice hair. She wasn't sure how one would go about having nasty hair, but it was irrelevant, because this girl... well, hadn't.
Quincey was so happy to be back at school, he could cry. It seemed like every summer was more rough than the one before. Sadly Quincey had no choice but to play by the will of Burke. The lives of his brothers were at stake. As soon as he had gotten on the train, Quincey had thrown off the way too expensive robes and switched to a loosely hanging school uniform. He didn't take out the sapphire stud earring he got as an early birthday present. Due to the trip to the Caribbean which was a business trip disguised in a holiday Quin now had a summer tan. It'd probably fade within weeks.
"Finally we're back home," he smiled to himself before going to spot his friends. "Liam! Greta! Viola! Kitty! Flora! Elena!" He cheered and gave them all a lovely kiss on the forehead or cheek. Before they all split to their own tables, Quincey quickly pressed a gift in their hands. "Bought these during the holiday. I hope I picked the right size," he winked and waved to his Gryffindor, Slytherin and Hufflepuff friends before joining his Ravenclaw buddies. "Alex sweetie, look I've got you a limited edition comic in ehh I think it's Spanish?" He gave his geeky friend the sealed comic. "Oh Nico congrats on becoming a Prefect. Here: a book on jewel beetles, can this be my first getting out of trouble ticket?" He chuckled and went to the prefect who has already caught him plenty of times. "Alexander, you're just as adorable as I remember," he said with a cheeky tone and handed him a small high detailed painting that could fit in two hands of a Caribbean sunset.
He'd have to wait with his gift to Adrian. It wasn't a good time to go over now.
Note : you can ignore most of this. I know the thread has already headed towards the end but I wanted to throw him in still.
Being pet on the shoulder by a part giant made Darius' scruffy brow raise the merest of millimetres - his teacher's senses had allowed him the ability to notice that everyone else had been subjected to a hug and so Dascâlu counted himself lucky he'd gotten off so lightly... But had the Headmistress not disseminated the knowledge of the reason behind the school's visit? Involuntarily, the man glanced towards the aging witch that was the Headmistress and he couldn't help but think that this is what happened when a woman was left in charge. Social graces flew out the stained window.
"Domnul Askeland, what a pleasure it is to see that you've grown into a respectable young man helping mould the minds of the next generation," Darius replied with the warmth of a practiced professor. It was a pleasant surprise to be honest because he had almost written the giant off as returning to the alihotsy riddled, free-willy'd commune. "I shall enjoy the mead tonight, thank you for your hospitality."
As Darius turned his attention back to the discussions across the table, he smiled as his lips made contact with the crystal of his glass to sip on said mead. It was sweet and reminded him of the summer sun. Young Kallenbach was here along with the teaching staff and began discussing student numbers with the accented man that had welcomed the students into the school. Darius hadn't expected the various accents he'd already come across at the table. They were almost as varied as those that attended Durmstrang Institute and yet... they were all from the one tiny island.
"Do all students who receive a letter enrol at Hogwarts? I imagine it would make things a lot easier to plan for when you know 11 years in advance who you will be teaching, hmm?" Darius asked as he carefully dished himself out some food. He always appreciated as much planning as possible - he was, in that behaviour, the polar opposite it seemed to his wild children. Their mother's DNA at work. With a glance over the throng of children, Darius instantly caught sight of his little princess serene under the candlelight and his charming heir, his Constantin. Like he would have it any other way!
"Don't worry Domnul O'Connor, you'll become accustomed to the ... how do you call it, here? Tongue tier?" Darius made a sort of circular motion with the knife in his hand as he said the last part as if to accentuate his point and his voice had that lick of laughter lacing his reply. In fact, it turned into an actual chuckle when Jack pointed out he was not all that old. "Perhaps it is an invisible cane, Domnul O'Connor, nothing is impossible with a little bit of magical ... How do you say it? Know who?" there was a playful wink that if anyone asked or thought they saw... He'd easily deny the existence of. It was a trick of the... How do you say?
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on May 10, 2020 1:18:32 GMT
Perhaps Arthur should have been shocked that Vinda didn't pull away from his tender embrace. Perhaps, if Arthur was not under the misguided notion that he clearly was irresistible to the young lady - she had beelined for him, after all. The moment his grasp closed around that tiny, bony hip he felt tingles run up his arm and he got the goofiest grin imaginable the moment her fingers found his. They were freezing cold compared to his own and when Arthur retold the tale in the near future, he would definitely describe how her entire hand was only the length of his digits. He was so totally consumed by the rather intimate embrace and hearing that Vinda did dream of him - naughty little minx that she was - that when he attempted to mumble "I knew it" his tongue was a lump of useless muscle in his throat and he almost choked on it instead.
Did he want to hear about her dirty dreams? Yes, yes he did. His pea-brain did manage to convey this in a small, enthusiastic nod and he closed the gap between her whispering lips and his waxy ears with his eagerness. Arthur's skin began to turn to fire beneath his white collar as she shared and the idea of using augamenti... yeah. Arthur's mind was lost as it finished the story for Vinda. No doubt. with how close Vinda was to him, she'd become aware of the effect she was having and... he didn't care. That was until the pain in his wrist brought him tumbling on back to the decidedly fully clothed present.
"I think thou dost protest too much, Vindaloo," Arthur said with the cheekiest of smiles when she finished, pushing through the pain of her talons on his wrist to move his hand to the small of her back (or should Arthur say 'miniscule' of her back?). She could help him pull her against him closer. He needed her closer. "All I heard was that it was a nightmare because it ended with just seeing my top half naked. It's your lucky day, baby, my wand and I are ready to make your dirty dreams a reality." Why? Why is she this intoxicating? She's a right royal bitch. Still, it was pretty awesome how much she wanted him.
"After dinner. You're welcome to join, of course, if you're the kind of girl that needs to be wined and dined first - though from what I've heard...." Arthur wiggled his brows as he motioned towards his empty spot at the table as if he were a true gentleman.
When Liam's attempt to compliment Skye's shiny little badge and it slammed against that unrivaled Ravenclaw logic wall, the warm Hufflepuff was unperturbed. Perhaps a less vibrant or more biting person (a certain little sister comes to mind) would rise to such a simple statement but Liam's big, bright grin did not move an inch as he replied, "that means ya looking after it well eh? Merlin only knows O'Connor woulda 'ad to 'ave giv'n me 'bout 16 new ones by the time I got off that train if he'd have made me a prefect, let alone after an entire year! I'd send the joint broke, luv," Liam laughed easily at the thought. He wasn't particularly careless it was just that he didn't put too much value into physical possessions.
Liam was genuinely shocked, however, when Skye admitted to not having bathed in over a year. "Day-mn Skye, that don't sound like.. 'ygenic,ya know what I'm sayin'?" Liam wrinkled his nose up as if he had just smelled a dirty nappy and the minute he realised that he had done it, he tried to smooth his face up. He needed to support her and not be judgemental. "I'm sure like... Sally probs has some nice smelling stuff if ya like.. need it? Or... do ya 'ave like a... fear of the bathroom?" Liam very nearly almost offered to help hold her hand through the scary parts but... thankfully Elena came and sat on him and we were all spared that particularly bad idea. "Um scuse ya boots, Elena, but are ya really gon' short change me like that? I said 21 new muscles 'n' ya only gon' gimme 20 galleon for provin' it? Get gone ya love bug," Liam gave the girl a playful pat on the bottom as she toddled back away towards the Slytherin table.
"Welllll let me make the introductions - this is Viola and she's amazeballs. Like legit, she can't skate on ice fo'shizz but she gives the world's greatest 'ugs - after Ma of course," Liam had wrapped his arm around Viola's shoulder and squeezed them for a moment, super proud that she was one of his many friends. "The crazy one that just up and left? Yea' she's Elenabenana and loves when ya call 'er that... and this sexy stud 'ight 'ere? This is my man Alex. Don't 'is eyes just make ya melt?" Liam apparently has a thing for his friend's eyes. It's not the first, nor last time, he'd swoon over them. " 'e's a bit quite is my Alex so ya 'ave to lean in super close t' 'ear 'im sometimes," Liam grinned and leaned in towards Alex demonstrably as he complimented his hair.
"Me Da did it over the 'olidays," Liam said proudly, having had awesome tribal type cuts put into his fade that just looked totally dope. "I ate so much 'onestly it's as if Ma was feedin' a village. 'ow's about you???" Liam asked, providing the shy Ravenclaw with his undivided attention.. at least for the moment.
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on May 12, 2020 10:40:49 GMT
To be completely honest, as Alex sat there at the table, picking absentmindedly at the potatoes in front of him as the volume continued to raise with the addition of Quincey, he all but resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be speaking against this evening. It was hard to get in a word one-on-one with most of the people he was sat with, let alone as a group. He was so focused on his potato playing that he didn't even register Quincey was speaking to him until suddenly there was a... comic pushed in front of his nose. One in... Spanish? Wait, what? Alex looked up, completely bewildered. "I think you've got the wrong Al..." the words died on his lips as he spared a glance down the table, catching sight of Quincey who'd moved on, thrusting a painting into Xander's hands and shit. Damn it. He didn't want - Alex looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact once more.
Luckily... or, uh, not so luckily, Liam was all of a sudden raving about him and his... his eyes? Wait, what? His eyes to a girl he didn't recognise at all, saying they'd make her melt. For a very stupid moment, Alex wondered when Liam had picked up X-Men and read it enough to make a Cyclops reference, but then it clicked. He was making fun of him instead, joking about how Alex barely looked anyone in the eyes. It was a pretty weird joke, but before he could linger on it, Liam was leaning in so far that their shoulders brushed. Alex jolted, a blush creeping up his neck because apparently Liam really had gotten muscled in the holidays, and he could feel the Hufflepuff boy's biceps brush against his scrawny little arms. "This is what an Avenger would feel like," he mumbled, before turning his head to look at Liam which... was a mistake. Merlin's beard, he really was close. "You - er, you don't have to lean in... uh, this close. Unless you're -" About to kiss me again. "- some... unless you have bad eyesight or something and can't see me, but I think it'd be better to go to an optometrist for that."
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 14, 2020 4:50:19 GMT
in some dreaming state
Face growing slightly more serious, Greta listened to each of the boy's introductions with wide eyes, nodding along. She wasn't sure how long it would take her to get used to his accent, but she was sure it was possible. It would just take practice, like everything, like learning a language, except it had to be easier, because it was still English, right? Too late, she realized that her train of thought meant she was almost missing the names of her new schoolmates, and she redoubled her focus, blue eyes landing on each of the students in turn.
So Viola was the one who sort of looked like her, and Greta thought she wouldn't mind a sister like that at all, even if she already had one sister already. Elena was the one with even brighter blonde hair than herself, and she was with the Slytherins--Greta still hoped it wouldn't be a disappointment to her father that she was in Ravenclaw, even if he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
And then the quiet boy across the table was Alex, and Greta had to admit, when she actually got a good look at his eyes for the first time, that the Hufflepuff boy was right--his eyes were intensely blue, and hard to catch, and in books when people were quiet it always meant they had deep thoughts. In a flash, Greta found herself curious, wanting to know more about him, even as he blushed and shifted awkwardly. She put an elbow on the table to lean her cheek into her hand, and to lean closer to Alex, even though it was against all the manners she'd ever been taught.
"It's alright," she said with a small laugh. "I can hear you just fine. Tell him--" and the boy had introduced everyone except himself, hadn't he? She would just pretend as if she knew who he was-- "perhaps it's him who should be worried about his ears."
When Longbottom's stupidly large hand (seriously, had somebody cast engorgio on it?) slipped to rest on small of her back instead, Vinda was pulled unbearably closer and she could see every. pore. on his face. It made her stomach churn, and the urge to order him a cleanser via Pierre... well, it was strong, but not so strong that she would do it. After all, she had no desire to have a reputation as someone who donated to the needy. "I think you need to clear your ears out, Longbottom. It was a nightmare because I saw you shirtless - if I were to see anything more, I think it would have moved on to be a night terror," Vinda said with a sigh as if she were disappointed at the direction he'd taken this conversation.
With how close he'd pulled her, it definitely didn't escape Vinda's notice that something rather unpleasant and unsatisfactory was brushed up against her stomach. She wondered briefly if she could get away with digging her fingernails into that before concluding that he'd probably enjoy that too much. Just like he did rubbing unsubstantiated rumours into her face, implying that she didn't need to be fed in order to put out.
As per usual, he'd managed to get under her skin with his provoking, and Vinda's tongue prodded the inside of her cheek before her gaze dropped pointedly to the front of his pants. "You really ought to change your surname. From what I can feel, there's nothing long about you," she said, all saccharine sweetness as she tossed her blonde locks over her shoulders, sweeping past him and heading towards the Slytherin table. On second thoughts, maybe keeping just the last half of his surname was fitting - he certainly could be an arse.
To be completely honest, as Alex sat there at the table, picking absentmindedly at the potatoes in front of him as the volume continued to raise with the addition of Quincey, he all but resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be speaking against this evening. It was hard to get in a word one-on-one with most of the people he was sat with, let alone as a group. He was so focused on his potato playing that he didn't even register Quincey was speaking to him until suddenly there was a... comic pushed in front of his nose. One in... Spanish? Wait, what? Alex looked up, completely bewildered. "I think you've got the wrong Al..." the words died on his lips as he spared a glance down the table, catching sight of Quincey who'd moved on, thrusting a painting into Xander's hands and shit. Damn it. He didn't want - Alex looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact once more.
