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!
all i really want is to be wonderful/people in this town, they can be so cruel
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on May 27, 2020 3:55:28 GMT
the state of dreaming
"Well, it was because of my sister." Maybe they had both acting too different from their usual selves, Wolfgang with his revealed secret, Isobel with her vengeful actions. And yet it had all been because of people treating their families badly, in entirely different ways, but still, to hurt people that had hurt people. "She--you can't tell anyone this, alright? We're afraid of what people will think--she got it in her head that she wanted to be an Auror, and she went off looking for a fight. And then he bit her." Isobel felt a rush of horror in that moment as she realized how easily the werewolf could have done the same when grappling with Wolfgang. "She's going to have scars forever, she's going to have people wonder if she got turned into a monster after all."
The cat, seemingly having realized that there were no food scraps left on the plate, had come back to nose at their joined hands, demanding to be petted. "No," she said quietly. pushing him away, "you have to let us hold hands." She was sure the fluffy creature was only trying to help, but now that the serious moment had arrived, she didn't want to let go of Wolfgang's hand while they were talking about it.
"And I wish neither of us had to be battered and bruised at all," Isobel said, eyes returning to meet Wolfgang's once more. She clenched her teeth at the mention of his face, still feeling terrible about the accidental wounds she'd given him in December. "After everything--when I saw all the blood, I was still so afraid that he'd hurt you really badly." It had ended up being nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little Skele-Gro, but he had been in so much pain--was still in pain, if the bruises on his bare chest were any indication. "I don't like seeing you like that. I like seeing you as yourself."
Wolfgang sat there, listening to Isobel explain the reason behind last night's adventure. Or, to be more precise, he was hearing her words, but he wasn't fully comprehending them, because all of it sounded like a display of stupidity of such grand scale that you'd think he was listening to someone telling him about Arthur Longbottom's escapades, or something of the same stock.
But he was sure her own parents had given her an earful about this already, and arguing with Isobel was the last thing Wolfgang wanted to do right now, or ever.
"I won't tell a single soul." He said, while Isobel addressed the cat which was demanding their attention by poking its little black nose and white whiskers against their hands. The whiskers tickled and Wolfgang wanted to reach out and pet it, but Isobel's words -- let us hold hands -- stopped him.
She didn't want to distance herself from him, even after finding out the truth. She insisted on holding hands, on keeping him close... Tears were threatening to resume their travels down his cheeks, causing him sniff.
"Lately I feel a bit lost when it comes to knowing, who I am," he started, looking at Isobel, "But I... I, too, hate to even think of you in any discomfort. I like seeing you as you are, too. Those freckles that you don't like so much, and, I don't think I've told this, though I should have a long time ago, I really love your hair when its all curled up like this."
"Both of us hide our curls, though I understand that mine are way easier to take care of. Some days when I'd wake up in the morning to go work and you'd still be asleep," he recalled a particular memory, "The morning sun shined right on your hair and on your face, and you grumbled about it because the sun was also in your eyes, and yet... I'm no good at being soft," he admitted, smiling. "I can flirt with you all day long, but now I stumble over my words like a child who barely knows how to read. Can I...Can I kiss you, please?"
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all i really want is to be wonderful/people in this town, they can be so cruel
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on May 29, 2020 4:29:28 GMT
the state of dreaming
My hair... when it's curled? Isobel reached for her head with her free hand, fingers tangling themselves in hair that had been washed last night--and then tossed and turned on, with no potions to keep it from curling in upon itself. She hadn't meant for Wolfgang to see her like this. Even when she'd been living with him for those couple of weeks, she'd always made sure to have a supply of her hair potion, just to smooth it down.
It was just like how it was with her freckles. She spent so long wishing they would fade, wondering if there was some potion for that too, or at least some very thick makeup--and somehow, Wolfgang still claimed that he liked them. Perhaps it was something like how she loved to run her fingers through his curls when he didn't gel them down, but she wasn't sure if she would ever feel quite the same about her own appearance.
Maybe it was a strange thing to think about, right when they were just talking about subjects far more serious than their curly hair, but then Wolfgang was leaning up, asking to kiss her. It felt intensely intimate of them, after being apart, with weeks of not knowing if their relationship would survive, but, Isobel thought, considering the cuddles they'd shared just to fall asleep, it was a comfort they both needed.
She leaned in, only for her eyes to spring back open at a pained hiss from Wolfgang. "Oh, don't--don't hurt your ribs, here--" Letting go of his hand, Isobel pushed him gently back onto the pillows, careful not to touch the bruises on his chest. When he was settled back down, then she could lean over him, red hair brushing his chest as she pressed a soft, simple kiss to his lips.
When Isobel let one of his hands go, the beast of dread moved in the pits of his stomach, but just for a brief moment. Her fingers were toying with the strands of her wild, untamed copper colored hair as she considered his words. Wolfgang wished she'd let her hair down like this more often now that he'd seen it in all it's sleepy, messy glory. But it was apparent that Isobel didn't like it... I'll teach you how to love yourself as much as I do.
And then he was leaning towards her, eager to finally feel her lips on his, eager to feel her skin on his own, wanting to be close to her, as close as two people could be--
Yet the numbing potion he'd been given the previous night was quickly wearing off and instead of meeting Isobel's lips, his own pressed together in a thin line as he stifled in a yelp of pain.
Isobel's soft hands pushed on his shoulders, making Wolfgang's head sink into the white pillow underneath. And now her face was right above his, red hair brushing against his cheeks, the scent of strawberries almost overwhelming. She was leaning in, eyes closed, soft lips pressing against his scabbed ones, giving him a kiss so chaste you would think he was kissing someone entirely else.
He wanted more, he needed more, after all this time apart all he wanted was her -- to be close to her, to feel her trust him once again. He raised up his right hand, tangling it into her hair and trying to deepen the kiss, but the fact that his lower lip was split wasn't making it any easier for the young man.
And the storm of emotions in his chest... Only a few kisses later the floodgates had opened, and instead of kissing his girlfriend he was clinging onto the fabric of her pajama top, face buried in her shoulder, body trembling as he cried. Cried from pain, cried from fear, from sadness, from relief, from... From love.
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