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!
Laila collects old books of magic, particularly those which are of dubious morality or even legality, and keeps them in a variety of chests. She will occasionally lend them to her more promising History students, though these are usually the less extreme texts.
She has a marked preference for dark, close-fitting clothes, and usually wears varieties of black or very dark blue with minimal silver jewellery.
Laila plays the harp, and generally practices in the evenings with a variety of traditional music.
She functions on very little sleep and can be found wandering the corridors both early in the morning and very late at night.
Likes: Brandy, black velvet, white gold and silver, old buildings, clocks, the smell of rain, dark chocolate, narrowboats, Dark Arts.
Mirror of Erised: Herself holding the Philosopher's Stone.
Patronus: Raven.
history
Laila frowned, looking out of the window at the fields outside that were the first she had seen of her new home. So... this was Russia, was it? Personally, she wasn't a fan, but then it hadn't been up to her, a fact which she was still less than impressed about. So far, she was by no means thrilled about being here; the place looked distinctly cold and unpleasant, and Laila was a child of the Egyptian heat and sand; she didn't anticipate enjoying this at all. But it was what was going to happen, apparently, and far be it from her to argue. As a matter of fact, she'd tried a bit of it, and had been quickly quelled by her father, whom even the iron-willed and scissor-tongued brunette could not stand up against for long. Russia was going to be her life, and that appeared to be that. But it didn't mean she had to enjoy it, and she damned well wouldn't.
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Tapping her fingers irritably against the desk, the dark-haired fifth year looked up at the boy standing over her and fought back the urge to hex him. It would be immensely amusing, it was true, and especially with some of the spells that she had managed to store up over the years, but no; more trouble than it was worth. Almost certainly. Although come to think of it... No. Deep breath, Laila; deep breath. Keep calm. Merlin, though, he was annoying; following her around all over the place and talking in that whiny voice of his and laughing that Godawful laugh and... ugh. She didn't clench her teeth, because that was unattractive, but she did look up and roll her eyes dramatically in the boy's direction, praying he'd take the hint.
He didn't. Went to sit down, instead, and Laila leaped to her feet, gathering her books and papers hurriedly. "Can't I even do my History in peace?" she demanded. He gave her a hurt look, and, she was pleased to note, stayed in his seat. I don't see why you don't marry your bloody History.
Now there was an idea, she mused, as she spat a few scathing words over her shoulder and set off for her dormitory. At least it wouldn't insist on telling her bad jokes while she was trying to work.
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Laila folded her arms and regarded the classroom full of students with a gaze containing daggers. "When you have quite finished your conversations?" The murmuring died away almost immediately, and she allowed herself a thin smile of satisfaction as she stepped up to the blackboard once again. "Thank you. Now, let us consider the role of the International Confederation of Wizards..." As she spoke, she flicked her wand, the chalk leaping into the air and dancing across the blackboard to the sound of her voice. It was not, perhaps, the most glamorous of careers, and almost certainly not the most glamorous of subjects- she spared a somewhat bitter thought for the Dark Arts professor- but it was what she did now, and there were worse things to do. She could have stayed in Egypt for one thing, and that would never have done. No, she saw now that she was the right woman in the right place; she'd changed her accent, her language... Not her name, though; there were some things that were just going too far.
Skye eyed her Housemate for a moment. "Yes, Alex; that was sort of the point." She was doing her best not to be snippy tonight, but she had had a long day travelling all the way down to London to get the train all the way back again, which she considered to be a blatantly ridiculous state of affairs, and now she had before her the prospect of an equally long night spent answering interminable questions about what Hogwarts was like, who the teachers were, what were her favourite subjects, and where were the bathrooms. She enjoyed being a prefect, really she did, and the corridor patrols and so on weren't all that much of a problem really, but she just didn't feel up to it tonight.
She glanced across at Viola with a slightly overenthusiastic smile, lacing her fingers through the other girl's for a moment and giving them a gentle squeeze. "I had a great summer, thanks, Vi," she told the blonde with a grin. "But I'm sure, ah..." Still unsure of the new girl's name, she had to settle for a slightly awkward inclination of the head in her direction and hope that her meaning was taken. "... doesn't want to be bored with all the details; I'll tell you later. Did you have a good time?"
Welcome to Sonorus, we hope you enjoy your stay! Your character has been given the position of DURMSTRANG HISTORY OF MAGIC PROFESSOR! Feel free to head over to our plotting board or chat with us on our discord server, Don't forget to do your claims and have a good time!
