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!
Dislikes: Owls, the rain, History of Magic, being compared to her relatives.
Boggart: A dragon.
Mirror of Erised: Herself in the robes of the Holyhead Harpies.
Patronus: Dapple grey stallion.
history
Stifling a yawn, Molly leaned into her grandmother's side and watched the flames flickering in the fireplace as she listened to the familiar voice going quietly on and on. It was a story she'd heard many times before, about something that her father had done when he was younger, but it brought a smile to her lips all the same, and as she felt her eyes closing gently of their own accord, she thought of other stories she'd heard, in the daylight around dinner tables or in the gardens of her many extended family members; stories of the War, which somehow always managed to be pronounced in such a way that the capital letter was evident, and of the part that her family and their friends had played in it. Such stories always brought a warm glow in her chest, and as she drifted away into sleep, she managed to think vaguely that she was glad to have her grandmother's name.
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Shooting a disparaging look over her shoulder at the first year boy who thought he was being funny, Molly turned back to her conversation, wondering as she did so whether she might have been better off if she wasn't a redhead. There was something to be said for the idea, certainly- it wasn't that she objected to being a Weasley or even that she particularly minded being identified as such, but when people felt the need to shout the identification at the top of their voices along a crowded corridor, it was just embarrassing. What was the point, anyway? Everyone knew she was a Weasley; they didn't have to be told, and most of them didn't even care; judging by the looks that some of the boy's friends had been giving him, they'd never heard the name before in their lives. Molly sighed. It was just getting annoying now.
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Groaning aloud as the Quaffle slipped through her fingers, Molly leaned as far forward as she could, pushing her broom into a dive and heading straight for the ground as she stretched out her arm as far as it would go. She had no idea what the acceleration due to gravity was, but she was pushing her broom as fast as it would go, and she had a definite feeling that she was gaining, though the trouble with that was that she was also probably getting rather closer to the ground than was, strictly speaking, advisable. But it was fine, she would be fine, just a couple more inches and she'd have the ball in her hand, then she could pass up to the game which was now being played quite a few feet above her, someone would score, they'd equalise, and then- thud. Ow. The ground hurt, it transpired, and as Molly lay there, she spared a moment to wonder how long it would take for her mother to start complaining when she learned that she'd ended up in the hospital wing again. A problem for later.
Wth a sigh, Vivi fixed her eyes firmly on the table. Composure, Vivica. Perfect composure. Not only physical, which she had taken a great deal of time to assure before walking into the room- the blonde knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she did not have a single hair out of place, and if she had her way, that would be the state in which she would pass the rest of the year- but mental and, of course, social. Which meant that not only could she not slap her infinitely annoying fellow Durmstrangian but she should not really even be considering the possibility, strictly speaking. Still, as long as it didn't show on her face, who was to know? That was how she chose to see it, at any rate; one couldn't be perfect all the time. No doubt things would work out, one way or the other.
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