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!
Mark stood in the middle of the entrance to the classroom and faced his worst fear. It was close to the reaction he has had in DADA, when he was forced to deal with a boggart. All of the seats were taken! Well, almost all… There was just one left, and it was next to Viola Rosaline. A girl he had absolutely avoided throughout his four years at Hogwarts. He knew he would clash with her. Her personality had everything his lacked, and he could not cope with the way she was talking.
Sadly, there was nothing else to do other than taking a seat next to her. With a gulp, the boy walked over and threw his bag onto the table, sending her a cold glare with his dark eyes that said “it does not mean we have to chat just because I am sitting here!” He bumped down onto his seat and folded his hands in front of him, tugging a quill between his palms while listening to facts about elves and goblins.
Of course, Viola had to speak up, and Mark’s cheeks flushed red when the attention of the class was suddenly directed at the two of them. Please, be quiet! Please, be quiet! He chanted silently as he ducked his raven-haired head even further. He would much rather sit next to Greenaway from Ravenclaw, who has always seemed like a nice fellow, because he chose with words with care and rarely spoke anyway.
Arielle sat in the middle of the class, and listened as Professor Avery had asked if anyone knew was elves and goblins were. And she let out a smile as her cousin spoke up even if she sighed when he was told that they weren't creatures but beings. Even if Arielle knew that, but she knew Damien tried. And she gave him a quick smile hoping to make him feel better.
She had listened and was curious where this would end up leading to for them. But she knew it would be the Goblin Rebellion or something. The witch sat back with her arms crossed as she listened to them. Also hoping the lesson would go over well.
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on Jul 9, 2019 13:30:40 GMT
When Professor Avery came over and started chiding him in front of the entire class, Alex wanted to die... but when didn't he? Yes, the ink stain in his bag was nuisance but... that wasn't what he'd been worried about. It was the fact he had no ink left and barely any sickles to scrape together to buy new ink. "I... sorry," he mumbled. With a duck of his head and his cheeks flushed, Alex slid down further in his chair. Maybe trying to disappear would be a good substitute for dying instead.