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 LYDIA LLEWELLYN on Apr 30, 2020 13:51:50 GMT
It was the very first night at Hogwarts since they returned, and as Lydia walked towards the Hufflepuff dormitory, she was somewhat filled with dread. They had new dorm mates and it was only a matter of time before they heard the rumours about her, then judged her for the rest of eternity over her profound lack of judgement in literally every bloody situation she was in.
Pushing open the door, Lydia moved to her bed with a sense of trepidation as if somebody was sure to come in at any moment and pounce on the bed she'd claimed for years, the one which was situated right next to Dani's.
It was then that she heard the sound of scuffling footsteps on the ground and turned towards the very door she'd just came through, blinking. "Hello?" she said, as the rounded wooden door swung open.
What was a feast without the mead? Without the sound of music coming from all corners as people grab their instruments to make the feast as enjoyable as could be? Where was the fire you could warm yourself to when you're cold while eating the best food you could possibly imagine and drink the sweetest mead along with it? Where was the artistic inspiration that you could draw from every single soul you could possibly run into? The sense of family? Hogwarts was a strange place and nothing like the people and environment Izzy was used to.
Back home she knew exactly what kind of feast she would like to enjoy and it was nothing at all like the feast she had to endure here. There was no joy, no celebratory music unless you count the screeching of the choir and their toads. Izzy thought her ears were going to bleed from their monotone voices and her will to live drained from every vein of her body. Izzy didn't understand this school, the people wearing different colored robes that were exactly the same but only set apart because of colors and a representative animal.
Izzy was told she had to join team yellow and followed the flock to the common room which was hidden behind barrels? At least they had to show a sign of creativity when making music on them but still.. barrels? Izzy walked inside and was told by a random person she didn't bother to knowing that the girls' dorm was into the direction they pointed at. Izzy just followed a girl who went in the same direction, wasn't she at the so called feast as well? Beside her? Possibly? There was only so much one could determine from the back of the other's head.
The girl turned around as Izzy walked into the dorm, her hand barely leaving the handle she was holding to enter the dorm and arched her perfectly kept brow at the greeting that seemed to show off confusion more than an actual warm greeting. "Hallo.." she said with a slight smile and looked around, the beds were aligned and the warm feeling she got from walking into the Hufflepuff common room was spread out to the dorms, aside from the girl looking like her eyes were about to pop.
"Don't mind me.. I was just wondering where I'd find my bed?" she assumed people had assigned beds. "Are they assigned?" she asked and looked at a cat sitting on one of them, paws as white and the fur black as her pencil. Speaking of cats, where was her own beast? Izzy looked around for the big fur ball and cocked her head for a moment.
"Do pets assign the beds? I might have a defect one.." she tried to sound amused but she was just as confused as the expression on the other girl's face. "I'm Isidora by the way.. but people call me Izzy." she said and held her hand out as a matter of greeting.
TAGS: LYDIA LLEWELLYN , NOTES: i just figured i'd throw ollie's cat in this xD
Post by LYDIA LLEWELLYN on May 4, 2020 6:06:46 GMT
The girl that stood in the doorway had the brightest red hair that Lydia had ever seen - no, seriously, it was impressive and rivaled the Weasleys own hair colour in vibrancy... but Lydia suspected that the colour hadn't spouted out of the girl's head, instead being assisted by either a spell or that muggle hair dye stuff. Lydia reached for her light brown locks, twisting the strands around her fingers. Perhaps it was boring, but she'd never done anything fancy with her own. In fact, it was still the colour Lydia had since childhood.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be some terribly rude witch. I'm Lydia," she said, giving the girl a small wave before addressing her question which was... more than slightly confusing, especially as the girl went on to ask if pets assigned the bed. Did they do that in Durmstrang? Surely not. Maybe this girl was a just a bit of an odd duck... or maybe was attempting to land a joke that went completely over Lydia's head. Deciding it was maybe the latter, Lydia joked dryly, "Sucks if you don't have a pet. Guess you'd just have to sleep on the floor."
Shaking the girl's hand, Lydia attempted to answer the question from before a little more seriously. "Beds aren't assigned, but if you don't want the rest of us to completely hate your guts -" Lydia's tone was flat but again, she was joking as she began pointing at several beds, "- then you should know... usually, that's Ollie's bed with the cat on it, that's Parker's over there, Dani's the one over here, and I sleep in this bed. Every other one is up for grabs though, so just... take whichever one nobody's occupying."
Izzy wasn't quite familiar with the customs of the British folk. She had heard about their ways and honestly she saw some of those people she heard about but not long all of them. Izzy knew not everyone fit the stereotype, have you ever seen an unnaturally redheaded viking in your life? Of course not. This was a part of Izzy's rebellion. She used to be a brunette but the red hair just like her comics were an expression from who she is on the inside.
"Pleasure to meet you, Lydia." Izzy spoke and heard a loud thud as the cat that was on a bed jumped off to hide underneath it. It didn't seem to like strangers and Izzy was actually fine with that. "I have a cat, just don't scream when you see him. He is quite large, like dog sized." Izzy remarked and though she could hear the tone in the other girl's voice, she just assumed she was joking. Maybe she was a bit like Freja, she always seemed to have jokes about but her tone was often the complete opposite of the joke.
It was confusing but you get used to it in no time."I'll take this one," she pointed at the bed that wasn't the furthest away of the others but also had some space between herself and other hufflepuff girls. "Are you girls close? My dorm was often like world war three. Girls can be mean and make you want to jump off a tower can't they?" she joked with a smile and sat down on the bed she had now claimed as her own. "So who are the other girls? Can you tell me about them?"
TAGS: LYDIA LLEWELLYN , NOTES: i just figured i'd throw ollie's cat in this xD
Post by LYDIA LLEWELLYN on May 27, 2020 1:57:35 GMT
"I'm used to weird animals. I grew up on a farm - we have loads of creatures there. As long as it's not dragon-sized, I think I'll cope," Lydia said, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice at the thought of a dragon-sized cat galloping around Hogwarts. Perhaps she ought to try and find one, if they existed - it was a surefire way to make certain that people like Gabriel Avery, dick-knob of the year, steered clear of her. "What's your cat's name?"
Lydia nodded as the girl chose her bed. "I'd say good choice but really, it's not any different than the rest of the beds apart from being unoccupied, is it?" she remarked, before blinking at the news that Izzy's old dorm was quite tense. Well, shit. She hoped it wasn't because of the girl. She didn't want some drama-causing Durmstrang living among them - truth be told, their dorm was one of the calmer ones, or... so she'd heard. She knew for a fact that the boy's dorm for sixth year Hufflepuff wasn't as nearly as civil. "Boys can be absolute twats too but girls... well, I think they're more likely to push you off the tower than make you want to jump yourself. Nothing like a bit of casual murder to spice things up, right?"
As the girl asked for more information on their dormmates, Lydia very briefly debating making a joke about each of them, but it seemed far too mean and... honestly, like too much effort. "Parker, who lives in the bed over there, is nice. She has a massive family - like, it's bloody huge. She's probably the most decent one of the lot; Ollie, the one who owns that cat, is our resident prefect - she's nice too, but has absolute shit taste in men. No, seriously, her boyfriend is an utter twat and she doesn't seem to realise it; and then Dani, who sleeps in the bed next to mine, is alright, I guess, although she has a total weak spot for man-bun wearing hipsters which is questionable at best." Lydia paused, before cracking a small smile. "She's my sister, actually."
What was a feast without the mead? Without the sound of music coming from all corners as people grab their instruments to make the feast as enjoyable as could be? Where was the fire you could warm yourself to when you're cold while eating the best food you could possibly imagine and drink the sweetest mead along with it? Where was the artistic inspiration that you could draw from every single soul you could possibly run into? The sense of family? Hogwarts was a strange place and nothing like the people and environment Izzy was used to.