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 ALANA VALENTINO on May 21, 2020 15:30:56 GMT
The summer holidays had spoiled Alana with days (and nights) filled with passions between transfigured silken sheets and the warmth of her darling lover beside, under or… Alana sat up in her bed and pulled back the blanket so that her legs – once nicely tanned thanks to her Italian lineage but now almost as pale as any of these English sad-sacks due to her vampirism – could slip out and tread quietly across the dormitory floor. Within moments the little blonde had snuck her way into the boy’s dorm where her brother would be sleeping. If caught, she’d easily be mistaken for a first-year from her slight figure (though anyone that didn’t question why a first-year was creeping their way into the male seventh-year dorm should have their head checked) but she’d not once been caught.
In the dark of the night, Alana whispered the ’alohamora’ charm and slipped into her brother’s room. Six steps, turn left and three more steps until Alana could slide under her brother’s covres and… ”Che cazzo?” Alana pat the top of her brother’s empty bed slowly at first and then more frantically when she realised he definitely wasn’t there. Alana cursed once more before she turned her attention to another possibility – alas Alana’s gaze fell upon the sleeping form of the dorm mate she knew her brother couldn’t abide. The idea of sneaking into his bed and indulging in a little sucky-sucky (of the vampire kind, in case you unwholesome people thought otherwise) was definitely inviting. Still, Kallawhatever probably tasted as sour as his face looked this academic year so perhaps not.
Instead Alana turned her dubious attention to another dorm mate. His hair practically sparkled in the sliver of moonlight that cast itself upon his sickeningly angelic face. Lucifer was once an Angel, Alana mused as she moved to the side of his bed. Here lay a murderer, if the rumours were true. Before she realised what she was doing, Alana had hoisted herself onto the end of his bed. ”What did you feel when you killed, Kalevi?” people were truthful when answering in their sleep – their guard was down – Alana reasoned as she curled her legs beneath her bottom and waited for his answer.
The halls of Durmstrang were dark in the middle of the night, the torches casting their light just a few feet before fading into the void. Kalevi couldn't see where he was going, but he knew the corridors better than the back of his hand, and so he kept walking, ever forward into the darkness, longer than the hall had any right to be.
The faint echoes of footsteps that were trying very hard to keep quiet echoed behind him, and Kalevi turned, ready to face Dascălu or Dąbrowska, only to be met with the friendly face of Felix Sørensen, along with a familiar mischievous grin. He held out his hand, and Kalevi looked down, expecting a bottle of vodka or a vial of potion, only to see his own wand--but wasn't that broken? And then a pressure on his legs, and there was a snake, a long thick scaly rope that was beginning to wind itself around him, tighter and tighter, and its fangs showed as it hissed...
Kalevi's eyes flew open, unfocused in the dim moonlight that was filtering in through the slim window of the tower. He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to force his eyes to see, to remember that he was in Britain, in Hogwarts, that he was meant to be safe. It had been a nightmare--only a nightmare. A drink would probably put him back to sleep. Reaching over to his bedside table, he fumbled around for his glasses, only to realize as he began to move that there was something holding his legs down after all.
With heart racing, he kicked at his blankets furiously, disentangling himself from the blue quilt and pressing his back against the headboard. Under his pillow was his wand, and he grasped the handle firmly, pulling it out from under him with a swift movement. Shoving his glasses onto his face, the frames sitting crooked in his haste, he swallowed as he raised the wand defensively, his free hand curling into the pillow.
There was a figure on the end of the bed, who must have been who was holding down the blankets, and the moon cast pale light onto her, Alana, who he'd been told was one of his new classmates, but who, based on the slivers of reputation he'd obtained about her, he had not made any moves to speak to.
He was not entirely sure that his nervous mind had not made the vampire girl appear as a figment of his imagination, but the cold wood of the headboard pressing into his back told him that he was probably truly awake. And he hadn't taken any potions before bed, certainly not anything that should have made him hallucinate.
Then... why was she here?
"Alana," he whispered, casting a quick glance at his other roommates, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, far more soundly than Kalevi himself ever did. "What--what do you want from me?" Did she want his blood?
kasia's not-so-angelic blond // 5'8" // single (future: augusts straume) // born in finland // lives in lintusaari (a magical village in eastern finland)
