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!
It was not often that Cho found herself in Hogsmeade these days; she tended to spend more of her time in Diagon Alley, which was closer to her work at the hospital and far more convenient to drop in to at the end of a long day. However, today was that rarest of things, a day off, and she had decided on an impulse that perhaps it was time to revisit a few old haunts. The years that she had spent at Hogwarts had, without question, been more eventful than most, and she thanked Merlin regularly that her own children were unlikely ever to have to go through any such thing. All the same, they had been some of the happiest of her life, and though she loved what she did these days- otherwise, she certainly would not have stuck with it; Healing was a calling rather than just a job, and so if you had to put in ten or twelve or fifteen hours, you did it not for the pay, which almost inevitably would take no account of such things, but for the satisfaction of knowing that you had played your part in saving a life or two.
The way that things were at the moment, of course, she had to wonder whether it was worth doing such things. But that was not a consideration which was permitted to enter into the mind of the professional Healer for any longer than it took to dismiss the idea. Healing was about helping the patient back to full health and other considerations were not, strictly speaking, any of her business. But of course it never stopped at that; a Healer was, in almost every case, a caring individual. The kind of woman who worried not only about the continuance of life but about its quality, and when she discharged her patients these days, the latter was an ever more important factor.
She sighed, leaning against the bar of the Three Broomsticks and giving the barman a slightly weary smile. "A Firewhiskey, please," she requested. Merlin knew she felt as though she needed it.
