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 CONSTANTIN DASCĂLU on May 6, 2020 17:21:50 GMT
“And just like that I caught the snitch before our opponents could score,” Constantin finished the story of one of the most nerve wrecking Quidditch plays he’d been in. Toying around with the Durmstrang snitch, he entertained the two Hogwarts girls that walked with him. Both girls looked impressed and squeezed tight against his muscular arms. "Woah, that must have been exciting to see. Will you be playing for Slytherin?" The girl from his house looked in awe but Stan had to dissapoint her. "Unfortunately not, while Quidditch is my passion, it just won't be the same," he sighed. From the corner of his eye, he spotted his buddy who'd been sorted in another house. Constantin debated but excused himself and promised he'd see them after dinner again.
Girls had been easy to get however since they started at Hogwarts, he'd been seeing his friends less and less. "Yo grandpa Gus," he mused as he hit the older boy on his shoulder. He grinned as he took place besides his fellow Durmstrang goer. "Haven't really been seeing you around lately. Damn these seperated houses, am I right? Or have you been too busy with all these Hogwarts ladies? I can say I have," he chuckled. "Gotta say, they're lovelier than was promised. I'm not disappointed. How are the bird girls?"
August was starving. He'd spent what felt like the last half an hour being lost in the Hogwarts library, and now he was hoping that he hadn't missed dinner. Going to bed on an empty stomach after all that leg work up and down their moving stairs sounded like agony. He'd heard that the Hufflepuffs had the kitchen's right next to their dorms, and he wondered what kind of saint in a past life he should have been to get a blessing like that.
A few steps into the Great Hall, and someone was already calling upon him in the most annoying nickname imaginable, making him roll his eyes. Of course, it was Constantin Dascalu, his sort of friend.
The sort of was...kind of depressing. August came from simple means, and he wasn't a pureblood. And in a school that prides itself in only teaching students of proper stock, those two things could land you on the lower end of the social hierarchy. It was an awful thing that a structure like that even existed, and by sheer luck and events he didn't really recall anymore, August had managed to land on the Headmaster's grandchildren's list of people they didn't hate. And as much as the two siblings sometimes annoyed him, they weren't the worst Durmstrang had to offer.
"Ugh, Constantin, you're the one with the Grandpa name here," he scoffed, looking up at the younger boy who'd outgrown him over the past year and a half, "The Ravenclaw one has its own library, but... Yeah, I've already snogged one. Her name is Viola, and she's just as pretty as the flower. She's got nothing on our Vivi, though. Please tell me I haven't missed dinner."
Post by CONSTANTIN DASCĂLU on May 9, 2020 18:21:24 GMT
"Right, but you're one year older than me so that makes you the bigger grandpa," he smirked as he played with the golden snitch between his fingers. His eye glanced down at the older but shorter boy. In a way he felt like more of a grown up. Maybe because Augusts tend to dress up like a toodler and still kiss boys. Who even did that now? When you were a kid it was funny but now it was just gay.
Despite his strange fetishes, he quite liked Augusts. The guy was a lot of fun to tease. Such a shame he was a half blood but hey they didn't have to marry so it wasn't that bad. At least his father wasn't as strict as Vivi's parents on the whole blood purity matter.
The story of the Ravenclaw girl made him smirk. "Hmm? Sounds pretty good. Glad to know you're enjoying yourself even if you have to miss us," he mused, grinning at the idea. He bet it must have been a cute sight. The next question rose a lot of opportunities and it was too good to pass up. "Dinner? Tell me you didn't forget it? You'll always remain a midget if you don't take care of yourself. It's almost curfew mate, you're wayyy late. Man these British sun hours am I rite?" He lied because it would be hilarious to see Augusts struggle with the knowledge. AUGUSTS STRAUME,
5'11| Flirty prankster | single and fooling around |'defenetly straight'
August scoffed, gently pushing one of his elbows into Stan's ribs, non-verbally telling him to piss off with the Grandpa nonsense. Constantin was way more grandpap-ish of a name, anyways.
"Miss you?" he chuckled, "That's impossible. There isn't a moment when you, Constantin, aren't on my mind, even when I'm kissing pretty girls. None of them measure up to you." He knew full well that Constantin, just like his sister, liked to be the center of attention, and he wasn't going to deny him that joy.
But his next words had August's eyes widening and a strange mix of dread and disappointment flashed over him. "Almost curfew? But, but that-- That can't be right, I wasn't lost for that long-- No," his stomach growled loudly, expressing its own dissatisfaction with the situation, "At this rate in a month I'll get so lost in this castle you're going to find my starved corpse somewhere because I missed not only dinner, but breakfast and lunch too!"
His shoulders slumped in resignation as the hunger gnawed at him, "I'm out of chewing gum too." So much for watermelon flavoured salvation.
