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 a sunny morning as Izzy didn't feel like she should bother with classes today. Truth be told she hated this school already. It was like living in an ancient museum with horrible artwork and with people having sticks so far up their asses you can see them stick out of their necks. The redhead was sketching while seated under a tree. She had been sending these comics to her cousins, letting them know she wouldn't forget about them though her more recent work wasn't for anyone other than herself to behold.
Maybe it was because she liked drawing herself into them, she was the hero or the villain depending how your point of view was and sometimes things got a little... adult. Usually she would be drawing while music was jamming from her headphones, sure she was a pureblood but her cousins lived the life of artists, blood purity didn't matter to artists. Sometimes Izzy felt conflicted about these things and when she did she would draw it in a new comic, draw the feelings away.
A shadow had been cast over her work and with a small yawn she looked up at her stunningly hot professor. As smoothly as she could, Izzy closed the comic and slipped it into her bag while looking at the professor. "What's up prof?" she asked with a grin and grabbed some gum from her pocket before slipping it into her mouth. "Enjoying the horrible castle life?"
here appeared to Laila to be precious little about Hogwarts that was cause for celebration, but at least the grounds were expansive. That was an absolute godsend, because with the state of affairs within the castle, the woman had a desperate need for escape at times. The outdoors was not her natural environment, but it was infinitely preferable to those corridors crowded with jabbering fools; the Hogwarts students evidently had never been subjected to discipline as she would have understood it, and it showed. Her patience had not been so stretched for many years; granted, there was always something of a running in period for new students, but once that was out of the way, there were only one or two people who habitually tested her. Here, though, there seemed to be rooms and rooms full of them, and she was not prepared to stand for it; sooner or later, they would have to learn to come to heel. She had a job to do, and she was not prepared to fail in it simply because of a group of illiterate inarticulate students with no appreciation for the value of history.
Even out here, though, it seemed that she couldn't escape them, and she breathed a weary sigh as she saw one of her own students- one of the Durmstrang students- lounging around on the grass looking thoroughly unproductive. Taking a moment to collect herself, she walked over, folding her arms and regarding the girl with a sardonic look. "Perhaps you would care to explain, Miss Dagrúndóttir, why you think it appropriate to lounge around chewing gum during the school day? I might expect such behaviour from Hogwarts students, but I had hoped that my students would have the decorum to avoid it."
Did it suddenly get below freezing point or was it just the professor's way of greeting her? Izzy had no clue how to interact with a woman who's genitals are probably protected by the icey fortress that is the woman herself. Gosh how she'd loosen up if she would just get herself some, Izzy would offer but did she want her tongue to be in a forever state of ice? Not really. She wouldn't even be surprised if there was a spell for it. The redhead arched her brow as the professor spoke to her like she was just as much a minority as these British sad sacks.
"Because," she cleared her throat. "This school is a mere ridiculous freak show compared to ours and so these lessons are not worthy enough of my time. Especially since they are not your lessons." Izzy knew her way around things but really she did not look forward to these classes with people having more attitudes than a woman with a split personality on her period. "Perhaps your presence here will actually make this less of a hellhole no?" she asked her and cocked her head as she remained seated.
aila sniffed. As foolish and ill-aligned as the girl was, she had to admit that, at least in this case, Isidora did have a point; the school was at best laughable and at worst incompetent, which was the worst insult in Laila's vocabulary. At least, that was the case in her mind, though other people were of the opinion that she was in possession of several more damaging ones. Hogwarts could very well be described as a freak show, but it was not diplomatic to be seen to do so, and her face was impassive as she regarded the red-haired girl on the grass in front of her, wondering when it had become illegal to hex students who were irritatingly accurate. "Whatever my personal feelings may be, Miss Dagrúndóttir, they have absolutely no bearing on the matter. You are here to be educated, and educated you will be. A mere change of location and perhaps of profession must not be allowed to interfere, and if my lessons are so superior to those which you are receiving in other subjects then I shall expect to see a marked improvement in your grades over the next week or so."
Izzy knew the professor wasn't going to rest until she disappeared from her sight but come on they just got into a conversation, even though she felt like she was about to be frozen solid just so the prof could shut her up and it was nice to talk to someone in your native tongue rather than the stuck up language that is English. Her eyes were on the professor and gave her the most angelic smile she could manage. "Do I ever disappoint professor?" she asked with a brightly angel voice.
Izzy had good grades even when she got in trouble most of the time, she did try to be good at her academics. Her dead father would turn in his grave if she didn't, she was sure of that. "My papa wouldn't be happy if I didn't." she added and gave the woman a shrug. "Are you really sure you don't feel the slightest annoyance to being here? We are descendants of vikings and yet we're... here." she waved around.
assure you that when one's expectations are as low as a lifetime of teaching has made mine, disappointment is not an emotion which is often encountered." She regarded the girl for a moment. "Nevertheless, students appear to have a remarkable gift for engendering it." And Hogwarts students even more so; never had she been so grateful to think that she was employed at Durmstrang and would, at some distant point in the future, be able to return there. How the staff managed here with no such ray of hope to cling to, she really didn't know. "For example, I had hoped that you would have taken from my lessons at least the fact that castles were not constructed during the Stone Age. As to your antecedents, I make no comment, but the Vikings have never to my knowledge been reported as having contributed significantly to the gene pool of the Middle East. None of which, Miss Dagrúndóttir, bears any relation to your presence here when you ought to be in class."