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!
Quidditch was quite a fun sport. Now Izzy wasn't one to like heights but she enjoyed watching others play this. She knew how it must sound, the weird adventurous viking was afraid of heights but truthfully she never was meant to be in the air. She was meant to travel the seas, see the world and experience the wonders down where the wonders were actually to be experienced. She didn't believe seeing things so high up in the sky would be quite as beautiful as down from the ground.
The redhead was seated at the quidditch pitch, down in the grass actually and just looked up at the flying students. Sure she was in harm's way in a way but why would she fear a ball or two? The girl was sketching one of the flying students, red hair like her own but for now the sketch would be in black and white until she decided she wanted color added to it. She imagined the girl looking like a phoenix, it matched her colorful red outfit. She must be one of those lion kids, gryffinpaw? gryff something?
Izzy arched her brow slightly as kept sketching, forgetting her surroundings.
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on May 3, 2020 14:33:47 GMT
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olly had for many years resisted any suggestion that she should even try out for her House Quidditch team. Yes, she was a reasonably good flier; yes, she quite enjoyed the sport; but she didn't think she had the competitive edge which was necessary to do any good in the Quidditch Cup, and in any case, the idea of all those early morning practices had been enough to put her right off the idea. She did, however, agree to take part in the occasional casual match on the rare occasions that the pitch wasn't occupied by one or other of the House teams, and that was what she was doing today, enjoying the feel of the fresh autumn air in her hair as she darted through the sky.
Not being a particularly serious player, she alternated between various different roles each time she took to the sky, and today, she was playing Beater which, although not her favourite position since she didn't really have the sheer strength required for it, was at least entertaining. Darting towards one of the black balls as it set off after one of her teammates, she dealt it a solid hit with her bat, only to watch in horror as it set off towards a girl on the ground. "Watch your back!" she yelled, following the Bludger in the futile hope of overtaking it.
Izzy unlike what people think was quite aware of the risk when she sat down in the grass. She knew a ball could decide to hit her, kids could be mean assholes and shoot them her way but she didn't really thought they'd have the guts to do it. Nonetheless she was seated, drawing as she always did and the shouts of a distant feminine voice that was directed at her wasn't on time to stop the blast from happening. Izzy looked up at the voice wondering why they'd yell at her to look out when they're supposed to be up in the air and spotted the bludger coming her way.
She only half got up before the thing hit her in the chest and knocked her back on the ground. Izzy gasped for air and groaned as she tried to sit back up. "Ow, well shit," she said with a raspy tone to her voice. The pain was unexpected but managable as she managed to stay in a seated position, her hand going for her artwork. She looked at the other redhead and managed a smile of sorts.
"You do know how to get a girl swept off her feet don't you?" she teased and coughed. "Ow, okay no jokes, got it."
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on May 3, 2020 16:29:08 GMT
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h, bloody hell," the redhead muttered to herself in something between frustration and concern as it became abundantly apparent that there was no way on earth that she was going to get to the Bludger before the Bludger got to the girl. Abandoning any hope of catching up, she landed as quickly as she could at a sensible distance, since she was pretty sure that her jumping on top of the poor girl was not going to make matters any better, and hurried over, dropping to her knees at the stranger's side.
"Hey, hey, don't move," she admonished gently, looking the girl over with dark eyes full of concern. "Merlin, I'm so sorry, I didn't really see you there and then the Bludger just took off- where does it hurt? Can you breathe OK?" Molly had grown up as part of a large and rambunctious family; she was no fool, but she'd still fallen prey to her fair share of accidental injuries and so on, and that was without the vast number of them that her younger cousins seemed able to acquire- she had, in short, a not inconsiderable knowledge of what you were supposed to do in these situations.
Izzy was trying to ignore the pain, telling herself she had seen and felt worse. The redhead looked at the girl who came rushing to her aid and she reminded herself to draw her as a fiery superhero, maybe remember those brown eyes as they would be quite significant. With a slight smile she stayed put and looked at the other girl, studying her facial features and before she could be caught staring looked away.
"I mean there have be worse injuries, I will happily show you sometime that is not today," Izzy whined a bit as she moved anyway and stopped. "Okay so I think it might be a rib or two.." she admitted and shrugged. "I am fine, you do know how to take a girl's breath away though," Izzy shot her a goofy smile and closed her sketchbook, putting it away.
"I'm Izzy by the way," the viking girl said, holding out her hand.
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on May 3, 2020 20:28:06 GMT
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olly shook her head firmly. "Oh no you don't; a rib or two is not fine." She'd broken a few in her time; she knew exactly what it felt like, and the idea of molten iron being poured over your chest did not even begin to describe it. Maybe Durmstrang students were intrinsically tougher than she was, but she was still pretty sure that it was a bad idea to just wander around after taking a Bludger full to the chest.
Cheeks flushing slightly pink at the other girl's comment, because even sprawled on the grass she wasn't unattractive, Molly focused her eyes studiously on the hand which she took and shook as it was offered. "Molly. And you don't have to worry, I usually don't play Beater." With a somewhat embarrassed cough, she glanced up at the game, which was continuing without her. "Right... C'mon, I'm taking you up to get checked over. Get up nice and slowly." Merlin, she hoped the girl could walk all right; she was by no means up to carrying her.
Izzy had felt worse pains like the one time she was riding one of the many beasts she met through Almir and fell off because she was quite the clumsy one at times. She had broken her arm and it hurt way more than her ribs right now. Then again she had been breathing as slowly as she could, holding her breath a couple of times because breathing seemed to hurt a lot more than it should.
Izzy groaned a bit as she tried to get on her feet and pretended she didn't feel a sting go through her entire body like she was being stabbed in multiple places. She licked her lips for a moment and let out a small chuckle. "Did you never get injured before?" she asked the girl who was kind enough to help her get to the castle. Izzy was tempted to protest any sort of medical attention but she really didn't want to upset the girl she didn't even know and probably had to spend a year with if not longer.
Izzy nodded at the introduction, Molly was a cute name, and grinned a bit. "What position do you play?" Izzy asked as she reached for her back before standing as straight as she could. "Ow shit.." she whined a bit and reached for her own ribs. "Okay fine, it hurts."
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on May 7, 2020 15:30:31 GMT
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ll the time," she told the Durmstrang girl airily. Well, not quite all of it, but occasionally, at least; she certainly wasn't so unacquainted with pain as her fellow redhead seemed to believe, and even if she had been, she would still have maintained the same opinion. Breakages were no joke, and where was the point in wandering around with them when she knew very well that the Matron was perfectly capable of sorting it out with the flick of a wand? To be honest, Molly did briefly entertain the possibility of doing it herself, but she was by no means an expert, and being subjected to a spell was a long way from performing it in terms of experience.
She shrugged. "Seeker for preference, then Chaser or Keeper. Beater's pretty much bottom of the list... well, I guess I don't need to tell you why." Because other people got hurt when it went wrong, and Molly never had been any good with that responsibility. Her brow furrowed slightly in worry as the girl whined, and she tapped her fingers restlessly against her leg. "Are you going to be able to walk?" she asked softly. Merlin knew what they were going to do if not, but she was sure she could find a way. It would be fine. Probably.
Izzy didn't want to worry this girl but she seemed quite worried by the look of it. It was refreshing to meet nice faces because even when some didn't show it, Izzy could see not a lot of people were comfortable with people coming from Durmstrang. Sure, there were many reasons why and all of them equally bad but would that mean everyone was the same? Of course not. Everyone had images in their head of what they'd be like and maybe Izzy was quite different from most of her squad but that's what made her special.
Izzy was the bard of the group, she'd bring humor in situations but also be serious if she had to be. The redhead started walking and nodded. "I'm fine girl, don't worry." Izzy wasn't quite familiar with the quidditch situation this school was in, she had no idea whether this girl's family played quidditch before because she never met her before now. Still, Izzy was keen on getting to know her and make some actual friends in this place. After all, she had to stay here for a while.
"So does your family play too? Keepers?" she asked curiously. "I don't play quidditch, I am not one to be in the air." she admitted and rubbed the back of her neck, regretting raising her arm as she walked off the pitch. "Are you sure your friends won't miss you?"
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on May 18, 2020 15:41:58 GMT
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s one who'd been hit by a Bludger several times in the past, Molly definitely would not have described the feeling as being fine, or even as being anything vaguely adjacent to it, but she supposed perhaps the Durmstrang girl was tougher than she was; it didn't take much, it had to be said. Her dark eyes held more than a touch of concern as they roved over the other girl's face, but she said nothing, being well aware that fussing over a stranger was nothing like so acceptable as fussing over your own family, and she was constantly being moaned at even for that. Still, she could hardly help being worried, could she? If it came to it, that was how Molly spend most of her time. Worried.
"Some of them." Some of them were bloody obsessed with it, and Molly couldn't understand herself; yes, she enjoyed the game as much as anyone, but she had cousins who would happily do nothing else all day every day, and that, she thought, was taking it a bit far. "But they play all kinds of positions. One uncle was a Keeper, one was a Beater, my aunt played Chaser and Seeker..." She shrugged. "Nah, they won't even notice I'm gone, and my side will probably do better without me. As you can probably tell, I'm not the best Beater in the world."
To be honest, Izzy just wanted to get to know some people here. There were too many students who saw them all as the enemy. Blood purists and giant pains in their asses. Though they weren't entirely wrong about some of the students, Izzy wasn't like them and she was partially hoping this redhead would realize that. Izzy glanced over towards the girl, through her eyelashes and realized that worry was all over her. How could this girl worry so much over a complete stranger?
"You look worried." Izzy wasn't one to not point out the obvious because often she spoke before even thinking. "It's just a rib or two, cheer up." the wincing that followed the statement didn't really support it but Izzy didn't think she'd be able to make a stranger worry over her. She was a viking after all, they were tough cookies. The redhead listened to the other redhead and though she wished her family was into quidditch, so many people in so many different positions, her name must carry lots of weight here.
"Oh dear, seems like a lot of pressure is on your shoulders huh?" she asked and was actually enjoying getting to know this girl as they walked to the nurse. "Well then they surely don't know what they are missing huh? Even if you're not the best at beater, within minutes you knocked down a viking. That is so world class action." Izzy was going to draw this girl as a hero with a bat, a bat that was her biggest weapon and those brown eyes needed to be shown off. "So are you one of the yellow people here?" She couldn't be bothered remembering house names.
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on May 19, 2020 22:03:37 GMT
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eah, but don't worry about it, that's just me." Molly was doing her best to keep her tone light, but to be fair, she did feel awful about it. It had all been her fault; if she'd been paying just a little more attention, or if she'd been just a bit quicker, or if she was just a bit better at playing bloody Quidditch then none of this would have happened in the first place; as it was, she had been responsible for doing Merlin knew what to this poor girl's ribs, and it wasn't even as if she could rely on the bonds of a long shared friendship to go towards making up for it; she'd never seen the other redhead before in her life, which somehow made it all the worse, and especially so when she was being so sweet about it. "I worry all the time. Drives my friends mad." And her family... and her teachers... and, come to think about it, just about everyone who came into contact with her. She did her best to relax and let go like everyone advised her to, but it wasn't as easy as they all seemed to think.
"Yellow people?" she asked, frowning for a moment before realisation hit and her brow cleared. "Oh! You mean Hufflepuff. No, I'm Gryffindor- we wear red. Well, red and yellow- gold, technically, I suppose- but red, mostly. And... which House are you staying in?" Molly was doing her best to get to know the new people, but it wasn't easy- there seemed to be so many of them, and not all of them were as friendly as this girl.
Izzy never really knew what worried looked like except the night her mother came to her room, worry was all over her face and in that moment Izzy had lost everything she held dear. She lost her family, she lost her father. The redhead ran a hand through her hair and regretted it right after, yet she didn't do much more than wince a little. The pain had become bearable at some point, bearable enough to endure it.
"You don't need to worry about me gorgeous," she said with a wink and almost tripped over a rock. She listened to Molly say that she worried all the time and yet Izzy had a hard time looking away from the cute freckled girl beside her, it was that she needed to pay attention to her footing that she eventually looked away before it turned into creepy staring.
"I don't think you can drive me mad. You already injured me and yet here we are, I still dig you." Izzy shrugged with a grin as goofy as her words. "Oh we don't have color schemes divide us but it's a nice change I suppose. Red and gold suits you." Izzy needed to cut it the hell out with the flirting but she couldn't help it. "I stay with the yellow ones, Hufflepug did you say?" she would mess up the name a lot, she could tell.
"Starting to think it should've been Gryffindor, you seem a lot cooler than the chicks in the dorm I'm staying in."
Post by MOLLY WEASLEY II on Jun 16, 2020 16:24:57 GMT
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he redhead raised an eyebrow. She wasn't accustomed to being called gorgeous by people, and certainly not by random girls that she'd just met after doing her level best, though entirely by accident, to wipe them off the face of the earth, but she supposed there were worse names to be called and worse people to be called them by. In any case, she wasn't about to complain; even if she'd been inclined to, which she wasn't, then she hardly felt that she had the right in such a situation.
"Ah... thank you." If the girl went on like this, of course, the red of her cheeks was going to be matching the colour of her sweater and definitely clashing with the gold, but at least they were outdoors, and with any luck, the cooling autumn air would take care of that problem. "I'm sure it'd suit you too," she added, doing her best to return the compliment. "No, Hufflepuff. With a fffff. They tend to be nice." Stereotypically, at least, and although she'd come across one or two exceptions over her time at Hogwarts, Molly had found it to be generally true.
Izzy noticed the blush on the other girl's face and it was actually adorable. Now it would be mean of her to keep making her blush until her face would explode so she would keep the flirting a bit on the down low. She had a confident smirk on her lips despite the pain she felt and tried not to think of those stairs she had to climb to get to the damn nurse. She could've just slept it off surely? The redhead looked at Molly and cocked her head a bit.
"Don't need to thank me, It's the truth." Izzy said with a small shrug that was quite painful but managable. "Mmmm I am more a black or white kind of girl," she said and pursed her lips. "But who knows," she had no plans staying at this school which would be a shame because she wouldn't be able to see this cute girl any longer. Izzy kept her lips pursed a bit longer. "Right, Hufflepuff.. I will try to remember." she chuckled. "They can be surely," She said though she had no idea if they all were nice. "Aren't the gryffindors?" she asked the girl and cocked her head. "Are you like the cute exception?"
Quidditch was quite a fun sport. Now Izzy wasn't one to like heights but she enjoyed watching others play this. She knew how it must sound, the weird adventurous viking was afraid of heights but truthfully she never was meant to be in the air. She was meant to travel the seas, see the world and experience the wonders down where the wonders were actually to be experienced. She didn't believe seeing things so high up in the sky would be quite as beautiful as down from the ground. 
