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 TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Apr 23, 2019 12:22:12 GMT
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ost people would think that Teresa wouldn't step foot in Hogsmeade, so close to Hogwarts (the school that had caused her to be like this in the first goddamn place, then turned their backs on her), but they'd be wrong. It was the only way she could see her brother. Their parents didn't want her to have anything to do with him, but fuck them. They didn't have a say over her life any more, not since they kicked her out.
But as Teresa approached the bar, asking the bartender if they'd seen a kid with dreads, they were quick to inform her that he'd asked them to pass on a scrap of parchment. Unfolding it, Teresa's eyes narrowed as she read the chicken scrawl. 'Hey T, been dragged away by my mates. Catch up next week?" Asshole. There went her opportunity to see her brother, and persuade him to give her a couple of galleons out of his wallet to last her a week and buy her some food. Great.
But... she'd get by. She always did. With that thought in mind, Teresa flipped her long braids over her shoulder before approaching a man who was maybe thirty. Immediately, she turned on the charm, plastering on a big grin as she chatted him up, earned a tequila for her efforts, and then sidled into his lap. Maybe, just maybe, she could go home with him for the night. It'd give her a place to sleep and he wasn't that bad looking... though her standards were low, had been for the last two years.
Running the tip of her nail down his jawline, lightly scratching, Teresa leaned forward to murmur, "How 'bout we get outta here? I'll let ya buy me a meal, be a real gentleman before anything -" it was then she was rudely interrupted and whirling around with narrowed eyes, Teresa was about to give said intruder a piece of her goddamn mind when she saw who it was. "Toby?"
Tonight, Tobias would finally return to London. His portkey would appear in the shape of an old glove. He hadn’t eaten much since he got here. Only some leftovers from trash bins. The young wolf feared that he’d faint after the portkey travel. And fainting in the streets of London was not a wise thing to do. Now would Tobias never claim he was wise. But he wasn’t a complete moron, even if some people would claim otherwise.
Best he could do was try and see if he could get some dirty old git to buy him food. Sometimes he wished he was a hot girl. Even if he had his ways of charming both men and women. Well for every success there were also plenty of failures obviously. Giving himself a little confidence boost, he entered the one and only pub where he could make this possible.
In a giddy mood, he entered the place. Looking for a nice target his eyes however fell upon someone else. Without thinking too much he approached the girl that drew him in and laid a hand on her shoulder. Obviously, he must be tripping now. But when she spoke his name, he knew it certainly. “Hey, wow. I seem to have a real gift these days of running into old familiars,” he mumbled partly to himself and partly to her. The stuff he was on made him want to hug her and so he did. “It’s so nice to see you alive.” Then he noticed the man she was sitting on. “Oh, sorry, sir.”
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Apr 30, 2019 4:17:32 GMT
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t first the hand that rested on her shoulder had been an annoyance, however as Toby spoke the man who she was sitting on was preoccupied with staring at him. Luckily for Teresa, that gave her amble time to work her magic and retrieve the wallet that was so carelessly poking out of the man's back pocket. Quickly whilst the man was still distracted by Toby, she hid the filched wallet beneath her jacket. Mission accomplished.
But... she didn't want to give him alarm bells by leaving just yet and she remained on his lap for a moment longer, deciding to chat with Toby for a while until she found a viable excuse to leave. "Old familiars, Tobias? You make it sound like you've ran into cats or an owl or something," Teresa said, sounding amused. "Who else have you ran into then? Assuming they're all human beings, of course."
As Toby hugged her and mentioned that it was nice to see her alive, immediately she felt worry spike from the man she was sat on who asked loudly, 'Why wouldn't you be alive?" and shit, okay. This wasn't good. Twisting around, Teresa's hand cup his face gently before giving it a few light taps with the palm of her hand. "I'll see you later, Arnold," she said, withdrawing her hand before climbing up off his lap with a wink and a flirtatious smile. "Maybe even later tonight, if you're lucky."
With that, Teresa sauntered over to the bar, expecting Toby to follow her like a puppy dog. Surely he wasn't so stupid or... high, judging by the way his eyes were dilated, to think they could have a proper conversation in front of that man, right? "You raid St. Mungos potion stash or something, Toby? You look like you've on pretty heavy shit right now."
“Hm… Yes I think you’ll look adorable with some kitty ears,” he mused and purred as he cuddled his old friend sideways. Being high meant sometimes nonsense talk. “Meow!” Now he was faking purs. Oh wait she was asking him something. “Yes! Uh.. My old crew, baby. I flipping love those shitheads,” he smiled from ear to hear as he spoke about his old Gryffindor classmates. “Ry healed my leg. Merlin she has gotten hot! Too bad she is dating. But I think Leo is into her so I wouldn’t have flirted with her even if I wanted to,” he was rambling. “Eli’s butt is still cute. I’m gonna smack that one day whether he likes it or not.”
He blinked at the guy who was talking. “Because life is a frigging roller coaster, man! Anything can happen. One day you wake up and get run over by a truck BOOM!” Tobias made an extravagant movement with his arms. “Bye Arnold,” he blew Teressa’s guy a kiss when he left and waved. Before returning to Teressa with a goofy grin on his face.
“Oh!” When she moved, Tobias was eager to follow his old friend. “Nah not mungo’s, they’re too secured. But Diagon has some shops that are quite easy. Especially at rush times they don’t pay much attention. And then there is the muggle magic- Wanna try some?” He’d give the first try for free if she wanted to.
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on May 6, 2019 11:07:46 GMT
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espite herself, a laugh crossed Teresa's lips as Tobias told her she'd look 'adorable' with some kitty ears. "Does that mean I don't look adorable already?" she asked, smirking. Though... if she didn't, then good. Adorable was for children, and she was definitely not a child. She hadn't been for years. She had been more mature than her peers during her time at Hogwarts, but since living on the streets... she had to grow up even quicker. It was either that or be taken advantage of, and she wasn't about to let that happen.
Her brows raised as Tobias started talking about who he'd ran into. "Your 'old crew' sounds like you were a gang or something. Can't imagine them out on the streets, can you?" Truth be told... Teresa was surprised that the lot of them had even spoken to Tobias. He was, like her, a werewolf. Most people were terrified of them these days. "Hope you get to do more than smack Eli's arse. Hell, hope he pays for a room if you get the honour of sleeping with him. Maybe he'll even be a good enough friend to let you crash there for the night, free of charge." There had to be perks of shagging people after all, right? She rarely went to bed with someone without an ulterior motive.
As Tobias followed her, Teresa's lips were graced with yet another smile until he suddenly offered her drugs. Shaking her head, she told him shortly, "I don't take that shit. Haven't for 'bout two years now. Makes things worse, knowing you could be so high out of your brain that anyone could do... anything to you, and you'd just go with it." She'd tried stuff the first year living on the streets, but she'd wised up after having a few close calls with dangerous situations. "Where you staying these days, Toby?"
Post by TOBIAS TURNER on May 14, 2019 20:41:12 GMT
Tobias cupped his chin between his thumb and pointy finger and looked over his old friend. “Well adorable in some aspect perhaps. Though I’d rather call you fierce and gorgeous,” he shared his opinion. She looked strong and healthy. At least more than he did.
The former Gryffindor chuckled at Teresa’s words. “Well we pretty much were. The golden lions unbeaten at Quidditch. Ry would survive, she is a beast. Not sure about the lads however they’re both spoiled princesses,” he mused as he thought of his old crew. His lips turned into an amused grin. “Damn I wish, Resa. Unfortunately I don’t think I’m his type,” he pouted looking like a hurt little puppy. “He is a jerk too but if he is cruel to me, Ry will probably stick up for me. She is an angel, I’d marry her if I could but I think Leo has the hots for her and she is dating someone,” he was rambling and made a very uncomfortable face about the situation. Ry had been the one to keep the four of them together, she was the glue. Hadn’t it been for her Toby most certainly would’ve lost contact with the group.
“You could try on Leo, I’m sure you just have to wink to charm him. He likes strong women. Little between you and me,” he moved closer to whisper into her ear. “Poor bugger is a virgin, I wonder if he has ever kissed.” Tobias wiggled his eyebrows. Was he just suggesting she could exploit his friend? Naahh. He was just helping them both. Leo could lose his Vcard and Teresa could get a bed. Win-win.
The male wolf shrugged and put his stuff back. More to himself, he supposed. She had a point. “I suppose I’ve gotten to the point where I stopped caring about what happens to me,” he mumbled in himself. It’d take a sharp ear to catch that. But it was the sad truth. Those little kicks that gave him fun were the only things that he still had in life. “Everywhere I suppose. Mostly London but lately I’ve been in this shithole more. The people here don’t seem to like me very much,” he said while eying the crowd. In a small village news travels fast. In London he could hide among the masses. There weren’t much people sleeping on the streets in this little town. “How about you? Still searching for your caste?” TERESA NOTTINGHAM,
| 5'10 | street dog junkie | casually dating Nadezhda | pansexual +ploy |
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on May 22, 2019 10:18:19 GMT
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o be honest, when Toby called her 'fierce and 'gorgeous', Teresa was taken aback. She was complimented every now and then by the men and women she seduced, but their words were meaningless to her. They were just trying to get something from her and so was she. But Toby wasn't trying to get in her pants, not like they were, and so a genuine grin broke out on Teresa's face. "You tryna flirt with me, Turner?" she teased him.
"Lucky for them, they'll probably never have to face hardship. Not like us. They'll probably live in their fancy houses for the rest of their lives," she said, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. She was jealous, there was no denying it. Had she not been bitten... she would have been living in her manor, still. She'd have an inheritance, an education. She wouldn't have to resort to anything just to feed herself for the week. "Sounds like petty teenager drama. Who's Ryker dating now? Another Gryffindor guy, or...?" Truth be told, she was really interested. But it'd keep her distracted, and she needed that. "Leo's hot as hell. Surprised she didn't go for him."
Tilting her head back, Teresa let out a laugh at the mention of her trying to seduce Leo. "You sure he wouldn't go for you instead, Toby?" she teased, crossing her legs. "I don't deflower virgins, never have and never would. They're usually broke as hell... and I don't think Leo's the type of guy to pay either. Shame though. If I got something outta it, I'd try my luck."
Though Teresa didn't quite catch what Toby had muttered to himself, it didn't take a genius to realise that it wasn't anything good and she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, not saying anything really. Though she wouldn't touch drugs again... she could understand why he and others would. "This shithole... really is shit, isn't it?" she said, eyes scoping out the place, shaking her head. "My castle? Nah. Screw that. Life isn't a fairy tale, not any more. Be good if it was though. I've been crashing at whoever takes me home for the night, if I can persuade them to let me stay. Otherwise it's hostels or the streets."
Post by TOBIAS TURNER on Jun 21, 2019 21:36:14 GMT
Tobias shrugged at the teasing. “Just some honest words,” he told her. There was nothing to gain from each other here. The former Gryffindor was well aware that they were better off if they flirted with old rich people. But having a moment of true kindness was a rarity Tobias didn’t want to pass. “I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how to flirt. Lately I’ve been down to ‘I will go down for food’ and stuff like that,” he admitted, not even embarrassed. Toby knew he had gotten good because plenty of married ladies came to him because their husbands failed miserably at it.
“They can learn. When I was eleven, I still was a spoiled little prince, privileged and protected from all evil. One little bite and boom,” he made a dramatic movement. Hadn’t it been for the little experience he did as a twelve year old he probably wouldn’t have survived being kicked from Hogwarts. “But yeah, I don’t think they’ll have to face what we’ve been through. I’m happy for them,” he said, but his eyes betrayed envy towards his old best friends. The last time he met them, hearing them talk about Quidditch, made him extremely bitter. Only a few years ago Tobias was certain he would make it as a professional quidditch player. That dream was shattered. Perhaps he was even most bitter that his friend’s lives all continued while his was stuck in a black hole. And what had they really done to help? Sometimes he wondered if they even knew what he was going through. Did they just decide to turn a blind eye to their friend’s suffering? Or was it just beyond their imagination? He tried not to think badly of them but deep down he wanted a reason to hate them so he could move on.
“She is dating a red haired chick. I haven’t met the actual girl. But Ry has good taste so she must be hot,” he mused. Tobias lifted his hands up and shrugged. “I don’t know either man. Leo is bloody sexy but also in an adorable way. I feel like he needs to get laid properly to get over this.”
“Too bad. I’ve been sharing a room with that guy long enough to have discovered he doesn’t swing that way,” he sighed and shook his head with a grin. “He can always bring chocolate cake from Hogwarts. Man I miss their pies,” he said that last bit with teary eyes.
“Hm… I guess I just hate Hogsmaede because it reminds me of everything I could’ve been,” he grumbled and tried to cheer himself up. “You know I’ve found a really fancy trash can just around the corner. If we squeeze we could both fit,” he winked before resulting in laughter. “Yeah we’re miserable. Let’s just make the best out of it and go have fun. Hey… Do you think your old guy over there would like some double action? We could give him quite a show if he pays well.” TERESA NOTTINGHAM,
| 5'10 | street dog junkie | casually dating Nadezhda | pansexual +ploy |
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Jul 13, 2019 3:15:20 GMT
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onest words. How often did Teresa here those? Not often enough. "Such a Gryffindor," she teased him lightly, before frowning because the mention of school houses even by her? It was enough to have that anger bubbling inside of her again, enough to make her want to light up a cigarette and pace and kick a goddamn door because fuck Hogwarts. Screw the whole goddamn castle and everyone inside except for her baby brother, Theo.
But then she was distracted by Toby bringing up what he did in exchange for food and didn't that sound a lot like her own life? She had hooked quite a few times when thieving didn't fit the bill, but she refused to be ashamed of it. What was shameful about putting food in her belly? It wasn't her fault she'd gotten to this point. It was the ministry's, it was her parents, it was almost everyone's fault excepts hers. "Been there. Maybe we've had the same people. What are the chances?" She jabbed a thumb in the direction of a couple sitting in the corner. "A few weeks ago, they paid me to go home with them. Less messy than getting a friend to join in. Didn't know what to expect, but they were safe. Didn't get hurt, at least." A dark smile crossed Teresa's lips as she shared, "About a month back, I had some йолоп who took me home. I made him pay half up front, and he was rough, too rough. Then he tried not to pay afterwards, said his wallet was empty. I convinced him to go for another round because he was 'so good,' tied him to the bed post, then shoved my wand straight at his - well, you get the picture, but he didn't know I have the magic of a fifth year, and so when I threatened to sectumsempra the little thing off, he coughed up the other half and more."
"Yeah, but how many of the little twerps are going to get bit?" Teresa questioned, brows raising. She, too, had been privileged and protected as a kid and had her life turned on it's head after being bit. When Toby claimed he was 'happy for them' though, her eyes narrowed and she bit out sharply because, "No, you're not. Don't try and bullshit me. Living life as a werewolf while everyone gets to carry on as normal and you have to watch it doesn't make someone happy." This, she knew. Jealously swelled inside of her whenever she visited her brother at Hogsmeade and watched him play around with his friends before he came in. She was glad he wasn't a werewolf, but she was not glad she was one. She'd trade anything to go back to being normal.
"Guess so," she said with a light shrug because she'd never been particularly close to Ryker. The mention of Leo needing to get laid properly had Teresa smirking because, "I think I'd break him. Can't have that. Who else was in your year? Uh... that can help the little virgin out?" She wouldn't be lending a hand, so to speak, but surely coming up with another name would be help enough. "I can ask Theo to bring a pie next time we meet up. If he shows. Been a bit busy with his mates, apparently."
"A trash can? Way to make my dreams come true," Teresa said, before a sly grin wormed it's way onto her mouth as Toby suggested teaming up on some guy in exchange for some galleons. "Mm, yes. Bet you he's gonna be into you more though. He's been eyeing you off for the last few minutes." With that in mind, Teresa laced her fingers with Toby, taking the younger man with her as she sauntered over to the table where the old guy sat. Then pushing Toby down onto the chair, Teresa slid onto his lap because why not start the show early? Give the old man a tease and hope he wouldn't die of a heart attack? Smiling sweetly at the older man, Teresa leaned forward from Toby's lap with her hand extended, making sure that her cleavage was a prime viewing point for the old guy. "Hi there. You looking for some fun tonight?"
Post by TOBIAS TURNER on Aug 20, 2019 20:20:12 GMT
Tobias chuckled at the teasing and shook his head. “Nah not really. Gryffindors are all about honour and civilarry. You don’t see me charging into the Ministry in a suit of armor while swinging a sword, demanding to give back our rights. I’m way too cowardly for that,” he said. Sometimes he even wondered why he even was sorted into the house of bravery. Toby considered himself more of a Hufflepuff. He always envied his friends who were way cooler and braver than he was.
To be honest; he wasn’t surprised to hear Teresa resorted to the same route as he had. There weren’t many options for people like them these days. “That’s definitely damn possible,” he said, not minding at all. He wasn’t grossed out one bit perhaps it even boosted his confidence. Teresa was quite a level to reach. Hearing some of her experiences made him nod in understanding. It was always a risk this job they were doing. “You’re a real badass. Should’ve taken the money and put an itch jinx on his precious parts,” he complimented her because at this point he had nothing but respect. Toby didn’t stand up for himself as much as he’d like.
“I hope they won’t. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone. It just sucks we pulled the short straw in life,” he said and sighed. The words that followed took him off guard. He wanted to lie and prove her wrong but his face had already betrayed too much of his true nature. “I guess I do fear getting left behind,” he mumbled. That was what perhaps pained him most. Now already he felt as if they were living in different worlds. What would happen when his friends got jobs and relationships. If they started having children, would they even still have him around? A homeless junkie of a werewolf wasn’t someone you wanted to get your children influenced by.
“You would with ease,” he grinned because while Leo seemed tough that guy was a soft cookie. Toby went through the options and then decided: “Delgado. But he might break him too,” he grinned. Delgado was a fun guy, Tobias perhaps appreciated his old roomie more now than back then. Perhaps that guy was the one who made him realize he didn’t only like girls. Well one would argue that Mat had the power to turn straight men gay and gay women straight. “Your brother is a dear. Lately they all seem busy, studious people. I can’t believe it. Those Gryffindor bastards are probably playing quidditch without me,” he pouted.
“It is the most excellent trash can in town. I’m sure you’ll love it,” he wiggled his eyebrows. The game was on. The crime duo had set eyes on their target. “He has? Well then this might be our lucky day. Hopefully we can wear him out quickly so we can have more fun together,” he winked before setting on their target. Teresa lead the way. It was an easy job because all he had to do was follow. When seated, she broke the ice. Tobias played with the bra strap on her left shoulder while eyeing the man. The drugs he took really helped with the needy puppy look. “Oh my, what does he have big hands. That sure looks promising,” he falsely complimented the guy while speaking to Teresa. Giving them a confidence boost usually worked favors. Especially when talking to each other about it instead to the target. Tobias put Teresa in the dominant spot. In his experience people like this were into dominant women and submissive men. Which worked great in a play off.