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!
tepping out through the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Cho paused to take a long, deep breath of the fresh air. Merlin, that was better. It was no laughing matter to be stuck indoors for hours at a time, rushing from one place to another and doing your best to keep everything from going off the rails without so much as a thought for yourself, but that was the reality, that was what was necessary. And Cho always did what was necessary irrespective of consequences.
Well, usually. Of course, there had to be exceptions, but she'd joined the DA, hadn't she? She'd fought against Umbridge, then she'd fought against Snape throughout her seventh year, and now... Well, now she supposed that she was waging war against bureaucracy, which was neither so dangerous nor, somehow, so satisfying- but it had to be done. Her patients were her concern whilst they were in the hospital, it was true, but what kind of a life were they going out to? To be bitten by a snake or a Snallygaster was not a crime; it did not submit one to a lifetime of indignities and infringements upon one's personal rights, and yes, lycanthropy was somewhat different in principle, but that wasn't the point. No one asked to be bitten by a werewolf, and those who turned to violence following the event were in the minority, but even so, could you really blame them when they found themselves shunned by society? They might as well be under Voldemort and disdaining people merely because they happened to be Muggleborn. Ludicrous.
She sighed. Well, injustice or not, she was starving, and she set her course back into the pub.
and i'm calling for my mother/as i pull the pillars down
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Apr 24, 2020 0:23:20 GMT
in the woods somewhere
Eating the merchandise at work was, apparently, discouraged--unless you paid for it and ate it on your break, but Nadya had been too busy working for that. The Healers took breaks when they could get them, so there was always a steady stream of customers even when there weren't many visitors. She had gotten herself through the afternoon with copious amounts of tea to fill her stomach with something, but she still felt like she was nearly shaking by the time she took off her apron and handed off the tearoom to the next person.
She wanted food before she went home, because knowing Papa and Vera, they were probably putting in far too many hours at the office, leaving her to cook, and to tell the truth, she did not have the patience to wait for something to boil. No, she'd eat at the Leaky Cauldron, and bring them something back for when they got home.
Taking a seat at the bar, she waved at Hannah, asking for tea and soup. Looking at the menu, she had a brief thought of ordering an entire meat pie, although she knew that would be completely ridiculous when she actually attempted to eat it. Instead, she accepted the bowl of soup gratefully, digging in immediately.
rossing the room briskly, Cho made her way up to the bar, thankful for the fact that there weren't too many other people around at this time of day, and leaned against it, waiting patiently until Hannah had a moment. It had been quite some time since she'd last seen the former Hufflepuff, though admittedly they had never been the closest of friends, having been a year apart at school, but even so, months spent in the Room of Requirement had a strange way of forming bonds between people. Even now, she couldn't help but to think back to that time every so often, and always with that mixture of pain and fondness. No matter how great the victory, it was never worth the war.
It seemed that she had selected the least obvious part of the bar at which to wait and so, after a decent interval, the brunette made her way a little further along, stepping past an elderly wizard who was taking up several feet of the surface by eating a bowl of soup noisily and with very evident enjoyment. On the other side, she found a face which, though she saw it fairly frequently, she had not expected to encounter here, and so it took a moment or so for Cho to process. "Hi, Nadezhda," she greeted the woman, somewhat haltingly- she was never a hundred per cent convinced of her pronunciation.
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Apr 28, 2020 4:11:10 GMT
in the woods somewhere
Nadya looked up, pausing in her eating so as not to make a mess. She might have been proud of the forest creature in her heritage, but that didn't mean that veelas were uncivilized. "Nice seeing you here." She recognized the woman as one of the healers from the hospital. After a few weeks in her job, she'd gotten used to everyone's faces, even if she couldn't put a name to all of them--even if she wouldn't become one of them now.
In fact, if she was correct, this was one of the healers from the bite ward, and Nadya studied her, wondering if she could puzzle out her beliefs simply by looking at her. It was hard to know who in the hospital were supporters of the Ministry and who were not, and after all the events of the spring and summer Nadya regarded nearly everyone with apprehension, finding it hard to trust.
"It's Nadezhda, yes," she said. The British woman had gotten the pronunciation very close, but the way Nadya said her own name was inflected with the softer tones of Russian. "You work at the hospital." It was a statement, not a question; Nadya didn't need to ask. "It's been a difficult summer, hasn't it?"
h, likewise," Cho assured the other woman with a smile. It was always nice to see anyone anywhere, if she was honest; sometimes she felt as though she was stuck in an old Muggle movie, just going round and round in hospital corridors and never finding a way out. It was sheer fancy on her part, of course; she'd been working at St Mungo's quite long enough to know where the exits were, but the way that things had been going recently, she seldom got a chance to use them. That was the trouble with Healing; it wasn't the sort of thing that you just stopped doing when your shift was over. It was a calling rather than a profession, and the trouble was that it called more and more frequently these days. And also that Cho was very, very bad at ignoring it.
She nodded, both in confirmation of the other woman's statement and in answer to her question. It had indeed been a difficult summer, with the attacks and the patients and of course the bloody Ministry prancing about like a cow in a tutu trying to make decisions on things about which they knew nothing... "Hopefully, things will calm down a little," she remarked, in a tone which suggested absolutely no conviction in the likelihood of any such thing.
