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!
The day was so very fresh and the sun bright - just how Zoe loved it. Back in her classroom, she had posted on the door (for any of her students that did not dain to read her letter) CLASS MEET ME ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH. She hoped they had read the letter because it requested that they dress in gym clothes - the activity that she had for her class today would mean she'd have to transifure a bunch of students shoes at the very least if they didn't come prepared.
"Alrighty - now we all know that Quidditch is one of the most popular - if not the most - sports in the wizarding world. The teams are highly skilled and celebrated here at Hogwarts and then there's so many in the U.K. league like Chudley Cannons and Appleby Arrows - if I remember correctly? and then there's the international Quidditch competition - some of our favourite competitors come from the countries that attend Durmstrang," Zoe began once her students began to gather around.
"Just like wizards, muggles enjoy sports too. Of course, they can't fly about on brooms or have enchanted balls that try to cause you bodily damage but it's pretty darned well fun anyway! We are going to take a close look at - and practice playing - one of the most popular ball sports across the muggle world - soccer. Also known as football to.. well most people that aren't Australian like me. HA - we have our own football in Australia but we won't get into that today."
Zoe spun one of the black and white balls that she had brought onto the pitch on her finger.... and it promptly fell to the ground. The professor let out a nervous chuckle at her inability to be cool and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she put a foot on the ball to prevent it from rolling away. "Alright so - does anyone know the rules to football? or can you take a guess?"
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on May 21, 2020 1:45:38 GMT
It was time for Muggle Studies, one of Vi's absolute favourite classes - and one of the rare ones where she managed to pay attention for more than five minutes instead of scribbling on parchment a few minutes in - and they'd gotten a letter earlier asking that they wear... er, gym clothes, to the Quidditch pitch. Vi didn't work out, not in any way, shape or form, and so instead of some fancy schmancy tights and sports crop attire that she saw muggle girls wearing in magazines, she'd instead resorted to wearing an old paint-splattered shirt with some jogging pants. It wasn't the most glamourous outfit, but hopefully she'd be able to do whatever Professor Savage was planning in it.
Bounding onto the Quidditch pitch, Vi was all smiles as she waved enthusiastically at Professor Savage. "You look marvelous today. Absolutely glowing! Radiant like a bright ray of sun!" she chirped, before drawing to a stop, taking in the ball that the professor was holding today. It was easy to deduce that this was a sport of some kind and even though one of Vi's mum's was a muggleborn... they weren't really a sporty fam bam. Like, at all. Well, except for Ezra who'd apparently made the Gryffindor team during try outs.
Listening to Professor Savage's spiel on what they'd be doing today, Vi nodded attentively. Okay, so even though those whacky dacky Aussies called this sport soccer, she and the rest of the world was expected to call it football. Gotcha! As the question of the rules was posed to them, Vi's hand shot up to take a complete stab-in-the-dark guess, "Do you have to, like, score points and stuff? That's what happens in Quidditch, isn't it? You need to get the ball in the other team's goal thingy majigs." ... Right?
they judge me like a picture book/by the colors, like they forgot to read
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Post by DANICA LLEWELLYN on May 21, 2020 2:50:51 GMT
feathers in my hair
Danica was sure she would be forever grateful to the Head of Hufflepuff for letting her join the N.E.W.T. class. For the most part she'd always viewed Muggle Studies as something to fill up her second elective class, some reason not to sit in Arithmancy and be bored to tears. But now, she knew she had something to prove. That even if some people thought Muggle Studies was useless fluff, at least she could be good at it if she tried.
And nothing had raised Dani's hopes for that as much as getting the note that she should be wearing gym clothes to class that day. She had never been a Quidditch player like her uncle, but she'd always been an athlete, and if they were doing some kind of Muggle exercise, she was sure it would be perfect for her. Maybe she'd never play for the Catapults or Harpies--the two teams that she knew best--but today they weren't playing Quidditch at all. With hair tied up in a bun, in her comfiest tank top and leggings, she bounced on the balls of her feet on the grass, beginning to get warmed up.
"Well, it's a lot like Quidditch, except it's on the ground." Her household had been so focused on a single sport for her whole life that Dani couldn't say she'd ever watched soccer, but she had a fair idea.
Muggle Studies was one of those classes Rowan had taken to kind of just skiv off, really. Maybe that made him a bit of a shit person, but... he liked to see it as kinda clever 'cause most people just assumed that since he was a half-blood, he was a totally clueless oaf when it came to the muggle world. But they couldn't be more wrong - he'd grown up with a Squib mum, and a muggle dad. The muggle world was his home. He'd never even known about the existence of the wizarding world until he'd gotten his letter to Hogwarts, six years ago now!
Standing on the Quidditch Pitch in his tracksuit bottoms and a band shirt that read 'Creedence Clearwater Revival' on the front, Rowan was well aware what soccer was, but decided to keep that thought to himself, instead gazing off into the distance. He supposed he ought to be more excited about the lesson today given he actually knew how to play the game but truth be told... he'd slept like shit. Again.
He'd dreamed of Rue, of her running full-speed ahead, blonde braids flying by the sides of her head and terror written across her face, whilst monsters gunned her down, intent of taking her out. He'd only just woken up, panting, his face wet, when they'd pounced on top of her. It was better not knowing what had happened in nightmare-land, he supposed, but... it didn't stop the sickly feeling in his stomach of wondering, 'what happens if that goes down in real life? Could she fight them off? They're so much bigger.'
A familiar voice answering Professor Savage's question drew Rowan's gaze and... Merlin, there was the source of another problem. Dani. After their whole get together last year in the Astronomy tower, he hadn't really been sure how to speak to her since. It was like every time he was around her, he'd go tongue-tied and red-faced. It was just... awkward... which was to be expected, right? After all, they'd talked and smoked and then... magically, wonderfully, ended up naked and - well. He liked her. He wanted something more. But did she? He didn't know, and he hadn't figured out how to ask.
Post by MAVICAN JONES on May 23, 2020 16:02:38 GMT
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Mavican did not have the best of reputations in muggle studies but yet here she was, on the quidditch pitch rather than indoors. The quidditch pitch was like Mavican's second home and she wasn't going to screw up whatever was going on here. The redhead arched her brow and stood next to her best friend, her eyes on the professor as they talked about football. Well, she used to play that for money and never did she play fair.
"Hey, don't fall on your face doing this mate." Mavican bumped her friend's shoulder, wondering what the hell was going on in his mind and followed his gaze for a brief moment, a smirk appearing on her lips. With a sigh she ruffled his hair as to wake him up from his mental nap. "Dude you're drooling."
Post by QUINCEY BURKE on May 24, 2020 20:17:55 GMT
Since Quincey had a tendency of ignoring and avoiding letters, he found himself reading a note on the class room door. CLASS MEET ME ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH. The brunette blinked as he dropped his books in shock. "No, oh lord please. No," he cried out as he dramatically fell through his knees. "How can Professor Savage betray me like this?" The Ravenclaw boy cried out in despair. This was it, he was not going to class. He was just about to head back to the Ravenclaw dorm when he was tagged along by a classmate. "Wait, no. I don't want to-"
After being dragged towards the fields, Quincey let himself fall in the grass with a loud dramatic moan. It looked more like a death drop dance move than actually fainting. "Queen, I'm afraid I can no longer stan, you make me walk all those stairs, then have me come here and now you're telling me we're going to sport?!" Quincey gasped, deeply hurt by this betrayal as his head tilted up to look at the Professor. Big puppy eyes were about to cry. "I never thought you'd hurt me like this, you were my favorite teacher," he pouted and sniffed.
Eventually he did get up and sought comfort in hugging Viola. His jaw dropped when the sport was announced. Football? This was too much. If there was one sport he hated it was football. How many times was he forced to watch that boring sport with Sing-tu? These guys weren't even cool and tough. They were just a bunch of divas that acted in order to get their way. He had to resist groaning because he had to keep up the pureblood act even if he swapped the perfect gentleman act for a high energy bubbly persona at school.
"Uh, I guess it involves a ball and feet? Because it's in the name and all," he tried to answer the question like a pureblood, hoping it'd be his golden ticket out of actually participating in sporting.
Note: If your character also missed the letter and came to the classroom, feel free to say they were the one who dragged him to the fields. I was going to ask in the plotting discord page but I wanted to get this reply out. ZOE SAVAGE, VIOLA ROSALINE, - open for interaction -
5'7| bubbly sweetheart| single and snog addict| pansexual
It was time for Muggle Studies, one of Vi's absolute favourite classes - and one of the rare ones where she managed to pay attention for more than five minutes instead of scribbling on parchment a few minutes in - and they'd gotten a letter earlier asking that they wear... er, gym clothes, to the Quidditch pitch. Vi didn't work out, not in any way, shape or form, and so instead of some fancy schmancy tights and sports crop attire that she saw muggle girls wearing in magazines, she'd instead resorted to wearing an old paint-splattered shirt with some jogging pants. It wasn't the most glamourous outfit, but hopefully she'd be able to do whatever Professor Savage was planning in it.
Mavican did not have the best of reputations in muggle studies but yet here she was, on the quidditch pitch rather than indoors. The quidditch pitch was like Mavican's second home and she wasn't going to screw up whatever was going on here. The redhead arched her brow and stood next to her best friend, her eyes on the professor as they talked about football. Well, she used to play that for money and never did she play fair. 
