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 20, 2020 9:12:25 GMT
Walking barefoot across the lawns, her shoes stowed away safely in her bag, Astrid wore a relaxed smile as she felt the way the grass brushed against the soles of her feet and in between her toes. It had a calming effect and whilst others may have thought it was dangerous or reckless to walk about without shoes... Astrid didn't. They were born without shoes and she possessed magic. What was the worse thing that could happen, apart from treading onto something shapr and pointy?
Winding her way towards Almir's front door, Astrid knocked a few times before pushing into the house itself. "Hope you're decent, man. If you're not... well, five knocks is long enough to put on at least a pair of pants and you only have yourself to blame," she said, voice light and teasing. If she was being completely truthful, she wouldn't have cared personally if he was sans clothing, but... she knew others were a bit more modest than she was. She respected that too - different strokes for different folks, and all that jazz. "Are we still on for yoga and tea?"
Astrid stood in the doorway as she spoke, shrugging off her lightweight coat and placing it on the rack, revealing her yoga clothes in the process. It was warm enough inside that she didn't risk losing a body part, not like she did outside (well, minus her feet) if she was wearing just a pair of dark grey yoga pants and a red strappy crop top.
Post by ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on May 22, 2020 15:50:13 GMT
The day started early for Almir. As he was expecting Astrid to come over later, the house could use a quick sweep. The house with the high ceiling was relatively small but still quite a task to keep tidy. Lots of small creatures lived here with that mess came. Runa might have left months ago but Almir still kept her plants alive. When the place was clean and fresh, Almir treated himself with a big bowl of yogurt and berries for breakfast. He sat down in just a pair of sweatpants, they were flexible enough to survive the intense cleaning spree. The Professor laughed as the bowtuckles that played in his hair tried to steal a raspberry from his spook. "Sure little one, you can have this one," he chuckled and handed the berry.
With a knock on the door, Almir got up and placed the yoghurt back on the salon table. The part giant laughed loudly at the five knocks equals pants comment. "Define decent, Astrid. Some would argue that even with pants I'm still a savage beast," he grinned and walked over to the door where she stood with a big beaming smile. "Looks like the sun just entered my house. I've missed your energy," he said as he wrapped his big arms around his co-worker. She was one of the few he could hug which made her one of his favorites. "I love your top. The design with those strings is super cool. Oh! Speaking of shirts."
Wiggling through his stuff he pulled out a package which contained a shirt he ordered. It was a yoga shirt from stretchy fabrics. When he pulled it on however, it already became apparent that it was too short. "Ah, man. When I buy at a plus size store I also mean it has to be longer, not just wider," he pouted as he pulled the end of the top that didn't even cover his belly button . At least his muscles wouldn't tear it apart. "I suppose we match now," he grinned at their croon tops.
Almir clapped his hands together and nodded with grand enthusiasm. "Yes yes! What kind of tea do you fancy?" ASTRID SØRENSEN,
Post by ASTRID SØRENSEN on May 24, 2020 1:14:09 GMT
"The sweetest savage beast I know," Astrid said with a laugh, wrapping her arms around Almir's middle. It was hard to forget the fact that he was part-giant, considering just how sizable he was, but she was reminded just how big of a height difference they had when the top of her head barely grazed his chest. "I've missed your energy too. I was in the staff room just before to grab some paperwork I forgot -" The absolute worst part of the job, "- and you should have seen some of the looks I got from the Durmstrang professors. You'd think they have a foot fetish or something, man. They couldn't take their eyes of my feet." She wiggled her toes on the floor as if to emphasise.
Astrid didn't miss a chance to ogle as Almir moved to collect a package, the muscles of his back working as he opened it, then pulled it over his head, only to reveal it stopped half-way down his torso. "They want you to know that crop tops are okay for all genders, sizes, and so fourth. I think secretly they're trying to encourage you to live the life you want," she joked, eyes twinkling. Although... Astrid, herself, was of the firm belief that clothing was to be worn as you saw fit. Screw the set of arbitrary rules set out by society. Just rock wherever was comfortable for you, what you liked to wear. "We don't even have to ask who wore it better - the answer's obviously you."
Moving over to Almir's kitchen counter, Astrid hoisted herself up to sit on it - anything was better than sitting on a chair, after all - and hummed for a minute before deciding, "Surprise me. I want my tea to be a mystery until I taste it."
Post by ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on May 26, 2020 12:17:49 GMT
“Aww, come here,” he cried happy tears and tightened the hug. It was great to have a friend come and visit him, Astrid hadn’t been a staff member for long but the two had quickly developed a friendship. Her free and mellow personality was a warm welcome. Having someone around of the same wavelength was comforting for the outcast Professor. After a good hug, he let go with a satisfied smile on his face. The part giant shook his head with a grin at Astrid’s story. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you caught them drooling,” he chuckled as he thought of the Durmstrang co-workers.
Astrid surely had her way of making him feel better. And it was working. He checked himself in the window reflection and smiled back at her. “Somehow this feels more erotic than wearing nothing at all,” he chuckled at the sight. He never understood why people were so fed up by being naked. Nobody was born with clothes on. “Too bad living the life I want would get me fired from my job,” he laughed at the idea of entering the teaching office in his full morning glory, fresh out of the shower. Especially the new co-workers would complain about that. “Don’t lie, these things are made for you. I mean, look at you,” he pointed to Astrid in the reflection. “You look like a goddess.”
Two thumbs were raised and Almir started making the tea. The little red tea kettle started fuming while Almir collected what he needed. In the end he went for a fresh mint with orange and cinnamon tea. There definitely was a perk to growing stuff. “I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” He mused as he handed her a mint leaf as preview. While preparing, he hummed and shook his bum. By now he had learned that dancing would lead to disasters. Lots of monthly salaries went straight to replacing broken kitchen stuff. “There!” He smiled proudly, handing her a cup of tea after having to put in a lot of work. His big hands didn’t stop him from trying.
Post by ASTRID SØRENSEN on May 30, 2020 7:44:55 GMT
Astrid was just as enthusiastic squeezing Almir around the middle, laughing as she drew back. "Drooling? Mm, don't think so. I might have a European last name but that's all I really have in common with them," she said with an easy-going shrug. She didn't particularly mind if they didn't vibe with her, it was just more-so the looks that gave her, the ones that all but screamed, 'you're a Professor?' like they thought she wasn't deserving. But hey, she was just as knowledgeable in the art of Divination as the other professors were in their own subjects.
"Erotic, hey? Wait until I have you bending like a pretzel in your itty bitty crop top. Then you'll feel... uh, I dunno what's beyond erotic, but you'll feel that," she quipped, wiggling her eyebrows a little bit. She joined in with Almir's laughter over the prospect of him getting fired for living the life he wanted because... okay, whilst Hogwarts was somewhat lax with the attitude of their professors, rocking up to classes with not even a stitch of clothing to wear would definitely get him fired. As Almir chastised her for lying, saying that she looked like a goddess, she found herself rolling her eyes in a good-natured fashion. "Well, instead of having a contest, why don't we agree to disagree and say we both look great in crop tops? I mean, self-love and all that. We should embrace it!"
Astrid's legs dangled from where she sat, watching the show Almir put on with a smile. Not for the first time, she thought that he looked cute - and she had no qualms admitting it if asked. Who was she to deny such a thing? "I like the way you work it," she said, a twinkle in her eye as she accepted the cup gratefully. Raising it to her mouth, she let a small moan of delight before placing it beside her. "Best tea I've tasted in a while. What's in it? I got distracted watching you."
