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!
ith a disdainful flick of her wand, Laila cleared much of the previous class' clutter from the desks and, Merlin above, from the floor. There would have to be a discussion about the pros and cons of not using a wastepaper basket. The pros were admittedly considerable, but she had a feeling that when she explained the particular set of cons which she had in mind, her class might just be persuaded to reconsider their opinions.
She stood and waited as her class entered, acknowledging those who dared to greet her with an infinitesimally small nod until finally the students were seated and, brushing chalk dust from her hands, she moved to stand in front of her desk.
"I suppose it is only polite to begin with introductions," she mused, though her tone made it quite plain that Laila considered politeness to be amongst a set of follies which also included cheerfulness and optimism. "I am Professor Issa and I have been left with the unenviable task of continuing your education in History of Magic for as long as we are to remain here. Your abilities, I have no doubt that I shall soon ascertain... one way or the other. As to your inabilities... well. We shall see. Of course, I am well aware that a number of you will be sitting an examination at the end of this year. Let me make it quite plain that I will not tolerate time-wasting and foolishness under any circumstances. It will be of no use to any of you to make excuses to me, as I do not doubt that my own students can confirm. But enough of this." Turning back to the blackboard, Laila picked up a piece of chalk. "We are in Britain, I suppose we should deal with British history. Why did Albert Boot resign, ladies and gentlemen?
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on May 2, 2020 2:27:11 GMT
History of Magic had been taken over by a professor from Durmstrang and all Aggy could do as she stepped into the classroom was pray that despite the fact that she was a lowly mudblood, her input would still be taken into consideration. As much as she wanted to be insolent and not participate in the classes based on principle, staying quiet felt worse. It felt like letting them win, like she was proving their belief she wasn't worthy of attending a magical school.
Sitting towards the front of the class at an empty table, Aggy set up her table as she listened to the Professor's introduction. 'At least she seems serious about the subject and keeping the classroom on track,' she thought to herself, resigned. She didn't plan on starting any 'foolishness' in the class, at least not considering who her fellow classmates were - there were none she'd start an argument with unless they said something stupendously moronic.
They were learning about the Ministers for Magic this lesson, it appeared, and as Professor Issa asked about Albert Boot, Aggy raised her hand. "He resigned because he did a pretty pitiful job at managing the goblin rebellion. Of course, when he resigned, they very cleverly appointed Basil Flack who only did a slightly better job for a few months before resigning himself. He held the enviable title for having the shortest term as Minister for Magic for a good three hundred plus years."
Post by LYDIA LLEWELLYN on May 4, 2020 6:38:22 GMT
It was the first day of History of Magic classes and as Lydia wandered into the classroom, catching sight of the back of Evan bloody Wood's head - yes, his hair was quite distinguishable, okay? Not everyone had such volume - she grimaced. She'd been hoping he wasn't going to be in the class, mainly because it made it that much easier to avoid him, but Merlin wasn't on her side this year... or any of the years previous, it seemed. She wasn't quite sure why Merlin hated her so much, but she had a lingering suspicion that maybe he wasn't so fond on her always cursing out his unmentionables along with other body parts.
Taking a seat next to a boy she hadn't met before - it was a safer option to sit next to an absolute stranger than people who actually knew her and her abysmal reputation - Lydia gave him a tight smile as she began to pull out her stuff. Of course, as luck would have it, approximately five seconds after placing her inkpot on the table, she managed to elbow it, causing the jet blank ink to spill straight onto this guy's desk.
"Oh, for fu - Merlin's saggy testicles, why?" she groaned, before muttering a string of very creative swear words under her breath. It was only after her minor breakdown that it dawned on her that maybe an apology was in order. Whipping out her wand and casting Evanesco, she shot him an apologetic glance. "Sorry. I'm as useless as a witches third tit sometimes. I can sit somewhere else if you want?"
f there are snide remarks to be made, I shall take care of making them, thank you," Laila remarked curtly. "You are correct, nevertheless. It is a point to be noted that the rebellions and uprisings of various sentient magical creatures have, over the centuries, been responsible for the downfall of a number of Ministers for Magic, in one way or another, and that those Ministers who have proven unable to handle them have, in general, seemed to lack the confidence of the public. In any democratically elected position, of course, this is something that must be retained at all costs, and so it has always been of the utmost importance for the Minister to appear strong, sensible, and entirely compos mentis at all times, which I might add has proven to be a significant struggle for many of them." She picked up the chalk, tossed it from one hand to the other, then turned and threw it to a student across the room. "Kindly write an example of each on the blackboard. Some time during the next decade, if you could bring yourself to be so precipitous."
History of Magic was one of those subjects Augusts wished he didn't have to take. He just... Didn't care for all these dates and facts and names -- yes, he supposed it was important to know all these things at least shallowly, but, good God, professor Issa didn't exactly make it a fun time. But he had to do what he had to do and there was no point in arguing about it, so back to the dusty ol' books he went.
He'd sat down alone, feeling a little awkward -- this wasn't his usual classroom, after all -- but he didn't have to wait long until a girl donning yellow trimmed robes put her things next to him. He had opened his mouth to greet her, but right at that moment she knocked over her ink pot, black liquid spilling everywhere -- onto the desk, onto his textbook, onto his dark uniform sweater.
"Eek!" he exclaimed, pushing back from the desk, trying to keep the ink off of his clothes. The girl was cursing like a sailor, which surprised Augusts so much that he couldn't help but to laugh.
"It's all okay, no worries. You'll have to teach me some of those swearwords so I could express myself to the fullest, too!" he said, giving her a wide smile. Really, there was no harm done. Magic could clean it all up, and if not magic, then some proper laundry detergent would do the trick.
They didn't get to chat, though, as class began. As soon as the professor started speaking, Augusts found himself getting a bit bored, so he flipped open the appropriate chapter in the Hogwarts textbook they were using and started reading through a list of British Ministers of Magic.
Usually this absentmindedness bit him in the bum when he got called upon, but this time, after barely noticing the piece of chalk that hit right against his chest, he actually knew what to do.
"Uh, yes, so," he said, standing in front of the chalkboard and silently cursing the fact that he wasn't a few centimetres taller,"There was He...Hes... H. Gore! 1752 - 1770, and he, what was it, " he mumbled, trying to recall the information he'd read mere minutes ago, "He dealt with several different rebellions, but refused to give any help to werewolves, pushing them out of society." He put the chalk down by the blackboard, so that the teacher could pick her next victim and hurried back to his spot.
hank you, Mr Straume." Taking back the chalk, Laila dropped it unceremoniously on the desk, where it left a white mark on the wood. "It is clear, therefore, that British Ministers for Magic have a far from unblemished record in the management of this country. The same, of course, might be said of any other country; no politician is perfect. In Britain, however, it seems that it is difficult to strike a balance. Take Milliphut, for example. What is she best remembered for, Mr Kallenbach?"
There were, of course, few Ministers who had not done something foolish during their term of office, although it had to be said that there was a considerable variance in the degree of stupidity to which they had descended. Someone like Dupont could hardly be compared to Evermonde; the latter had, at least, been doing what he believed was best for the safety of the country and for the protection of the Statute, but sometimes it seemed incredible that a particular politician had ever managed to be elected in the first place. Spavin, for example.
