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 ASTRID SØRENSEN on May 5, 2020 6:42:36 GMT
As Astrid traveled around her classroom, her feet were light as if she were walking on clouds and a serene smile played on her lips. It was nice being back at Hogwarts again. Sure, she hadn't missed the stricter aspects of her job - marking, for example, was one of the most tedious tasks she could think of and one she often put off to the last minute - but talking to the students, encouraging them to learn about the often misunderstood art of Divination in her own, unique way? She had definitely missed that.
After drawing back the heavy curtains that decorated some of the windows,Astrid admired the way it let the light tumble in before moving towards her desk and scooting back onto it. The students were due to arrive any time now, and she couldn't wait to see them.
It turned out as the students filed in that like last year, there weren't many students who'd chosen Divination. That was cool with her, a smaller class meant it was easier to one-on-one with those who requested her help. Finally as the last stragglers came in, Astrid was ready to get her class started. "Hi guys, and welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. For those who don't know me, I'm Astrid. Just Astrid. I'll leave my last name shrouded in a cloud of mystery," she said lightly, giving them all a small smile. "Usually in my lessons, I don't expect anyone to raise their hand - it's not as formal as most of the other classes, but I do ask that you guys are mindful of each other speaking. Let people finish what they're saying, then pipe up. Cool?" It wasn't really a question, more so a confirmation that they'd understood her.
"Now we've got the formalities out of the way, let's move onto our lesson for today - oneiromancy. Bit of a mouthful, right?" Astrid rarely used the fancy terms for things but it was still important to cover them so the students became familiar with them. "Who can tell me what the word oneiromancy means? Who else can tell me why we might study this topic?"
Divination wasn't something August studied back in Durmstrang. All those years ago, when he was given the choice between that and several other subjects, his friend group had convinced him that it was nothing but gibberish of people with less than half a mind. His parents had been convinced of the same, and he'd been too young to even think of challenge their opinions.
Hogwarts had given him a second chance, in a way. Since they were going to be here only for a year, August had pondered the list of classes over a smoke and thought - why the hell not?
In the morning he realized that there was one little problem -- he had no clue where the class was held, or how to get there. He'd felt a bit silly asking around the Ravenclaw common room, since it seemed that the same concensus about Divination ruled in Britain, too. But then he overheard a rather bubbly blonde talking to another blonde -- it was just as bad as in Durmstrang -- about their professor. He proceeded to tail them all the way down from the tower, and, once in class, tapped the younger one of them on the shoulder, quietly asking if he could share a seat.
"Hi, I'm August," he introduced himself to the young girl, offering a soft smile. His blood red sweater popped out in the midst of the outfits of the Hogwartians, a conservative black with a trim. He felt like an odd bird in their midst.
And the teacher? Her own kind of odd bird, for sure. But, once that induced curiosity rather than mean amusement.
Post by CONSTANTIN DASCĂLU on May 6, 2020 19:36:19 GMT
Since Durmstrang didn’t have divination, Constantin for once was excited for a class. Perhaps he’d finally gain a little control over the dreams that haunted his night sleep. As far as he knew, nobody at Durmstrang actually believed in these things. So he didn’t expect anyone there. Was this his chance to finally develop without having to watch his surroundings?
No.
Because as soon as he stepped into the classroom, he saw Augusts’ smug face sitting there. “What the heck are you doing here? I thought you didn’t believe in this sort of crap? Whatever, I suppose you just wanted an easy filler class like me,” he started rather hissy but when he realized this he turned casual like he didn’t care. Deep down he was super salty. Divination was the only thing that's truly his. Well he inherited from his grandma but it was one of the few things his family approved of that he actually held interest in. But it was a girly thing and considered superstitious and lame. No decent man would have interest in such things. It didn’t surprise him that most of the classmates were girls.
He sat down somewhere randomly trying to hide the scowl on his face. His lips turned to a narrow line because of course they’d be discussing the way he got his visions. This was supposed to be new to him so he couldn’t spill everything he knew. Stan was in an instant bad mood, he didn’t even feel like hexing his fellow students because then people would find out he cared.
Note: open for interaction, feel free to say Mr. Salt is sitting next to your character.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on May 7, 2020 12:03:18 GMT
Flouncing into the Divination classroom, Viola was all smiles as she took in the faces in front of her - there weren't many, as was the norm in Divination, but... she liked what she saw. Especially the new faces of people who donned the fancy schmancy Durmstrang uniforms. Seriously, every single student she'd encountered from there was just so... cute, fit, hot, gorgeous, all of the above. Just being in their presence was enough to make Vi want to fan herself.
After shooting each person a smile, Vi beamed as she laid eyes on, "Greta!" The cute patootie blonde she'd met last night during the feast. "You look lovely today. I adore the way you've done your hair." To tell the truth, Vi was more than a bit enamored with the girl's beautiful locks - it made her want to grow her own hair, but alas... she wasn't really up for the task of brushing the knots out every day. Instead, she'd just stick to admiring other peoples!
Taking a seat next to Flora as she'd done for the past two years, she grinned over at the girl. "You look ravishing," she said with a giggle, shooting her best friend a wink. "Gussying yourself up for Richard, are we? Trying to make him fawn over your incredibly good looks?" She was teasing for a moment before gently nudging Flora's foot with her own beneath the table. "Just joking, you don't need to gussy yourself up. You're already enough of a stunner. You make me want to melt like a popsicle every time I see you!"
As Astrid began to speak, Vi fell quiet, her nose scrunching at the mention of what they'd be doing today because... if she was being honest, she hadn't the foggiest of what one... oni... whatever that word was... meant. She couldn't even take a guess it was so foreign to her!
seems that i have been held in some dreaming state/a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on May 8, 2020 16:21:01 GMT
in some dreaming state
School had barely started, and Greta had already replaced the skirt of her uniform with one more suited to her tastes: long, silky, and flowing. As long as it was black, she thought, most people wouldn't notice. That would be a silly thing to give detention for, right? It did cause a bit of difficulty climbing up the ladder to the Divination classroom, but once she made it up, she perched on a chair, excited to begin. She grinned happily at Viola's compliment, and when an older boy from Durmstrang sat at her table, she leaned closer, excited to finally meet one of the mysterious students who were as new to Hogwarts as she was. "I'm Greta. You're from Durmstrang, aren't you? I was born in Norway! I never went to Durmstrang, though." Instead, she'd been homeschooled, as her parents were in deep hiding from Aurors across the world.
The classroom was probably Greta's favorite so far, with its wide windows, draped curtains, and flowers. Especially the flowers. She knew already that she was going to like this one, even before the professor started talking about--
"Dreams!" Greta had always thought dreams were important. There was something about the nighttime that made everything that was in your subconscious come out--it was the best time for creativity and big important thoughts, and dreams were even more mystical than that. "Last night I dreamed that I was a ghost."
Post by ASTRID SØRENSEN on May 15, 2020 1:15:13 GMT
Astrid had been given a list of names and a brief rundown on the students before class. Even though she wasn't quite sure which Durmstrang boy was Augusts and who was Constantin, she recognised Greta immediately and gave her an encouraging smile after hearing her answer. She hadn't spoken nor taught the girl before which made it quite easy to distinguish her from the other blonde Ravenclaw in the room.
"Yes, great job, Greta. Oneiromancy is just that - it's all about dreams, and interpreting said dreams," she said with a small nod of the head. "Oh, and five points to Ravenclaw, by the way. Now, dreams aren't always used to predict the future - it's not an exact science and as we all know, occasionally our dreams are just... goobledegook - but sometimes they can be. Today we're just going to focus on sharing our dreams and taking a guess of what they could mean."
"Okay, since Greta shared that she dreamed about a ghost last night, who wants to give a go at interpreting what her dream could mean? Maybe you could earn some points for your house... or for the Durmstrang students, your assigned house," she said, gesturing widely to the room, a serene smile playing on her lips. Not everyone was confident sharing their opinion with a room full of classmates, but hopefully somebody would be willing to speak up. It was more exciting that way, after all. "Feel free to share your dreams as well if you remember them and you're comfortable doing so."