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!
TAG: open to all Hogwarts, Durmstrang students and staff
As Jack levitated the very last pumpkin to float into the dimly lit sky to join the others, a satisfied smile crossed his face because there, everything was done now and if he did say so himself, the Great Hall looked good. His hard work along with a few of the other professors who'd offered to decorate had paid off.
The now cobweb-covered house tables had been pushed against the walls, covered in an array of snack foods from pumpkin tarts to edible eyeballs. Spaced out evenly across the tables were bowls of punch, charmed to immediately turn to ice if even a drop of alcohol was poured into them, much like the cups sitting beside them were in case anybody got clever enough to try and spike them too.
At the front of the hall where the professors table usually sat was a stage for The Weird Sisters, a rock band that had been thoroughly screened by Aurors before being allowed entry into Hogwarts, to ensure the maximum safety of all of the students. A space had been cleared in front of the stage, large enough to accommodate all of those who wished to dance to the music.
Everything was ready to go, and now all Jack hoped was that the students followed the few simple rules that had been set out prior to the event: 1. All wands must be brought to the Headmistress' or Headmasters office, regardless of whether you're attending the dance or not by 5pm at the latest.* 2. All outfits must be tasteful (do not dress as a magical creature or being) and appropriate.**
Flicking his hand at the door, Jack went to go fetch himself a drink of pumpkin juice as the sound of music started to play in the air. It would be a while yet before the band arrived to play - they wanted to come when the party was in fully swing - but for now, it would do and it was only a matter of moments before students were due to arrive.
NOTES: *Wands from all students are being guarded in offices by Aurors. This is to prevent events like the Winter Ball occurring again.
**If you choose your student to attend the dance in an outfit that shows too much skin a.k.a. if they are shirtless, etc. then your character will be redressed by @alicia and as you're fully aware, you give the decision of what they will wear solely to the discretion of Alicia's RPer RoadRoo (it will be all-age appropriate but Roo guarantees your character will not appreciate Alicia's choices).
6'0". IRISH. BIG HEART. LOYAL. BRAVE. WORKAHOLIC. BISEXUAL. SINGLE. distinguishing features: a big scar runs across jack's left cheek credit for award goes to ollie! <3
Tonight was the conclusion of one hell of a month and a half for Rodrik. It had started out with him -- Rodrik, the friendly, peace loving, hug giving Rodrik -- picking verbal fights with almost anyone who'd dare approach him -- Jack O'Connor, when he wouldn't let Hugo go to Hogsmeade to meet Damian and when he didn't let Rodrik quit the Head Boy position, then Damian at the Hogs Head, and the culmination -- a rather tense confrontation with his best friend, Zoe.
The only one he hadn't picked a fight in that first week and a half had been Lyubov, because by the time they got to talking, it was usually way past dinner time and Rodrik was barely keeping his eyes open.
But time heals, if not all, then most wounds. Zoe had come to terms with his frustrations, and he'd admitted to himself and to Zoe that he'd been a little too harsh. Just a little though -- not all of his bile was a spur of the moment invention. They'd made amends, and their friendship was slowly being pieced back together. Was it going to last? He didn't know.
He did know one thing -- Zoe was putting a lot of effort into trying to cheer him up, so much so that she'd ordered him a Halloween costume, ignoring any qualms Rodrik might have had about it. They were 'engagedto marry' , so she could spend her mother's money on him. It was a way of saying 'screw you' to her mother, he supposed.
The costume in question was, as the label said, 'A Steampunk Cowardly Lion'. Now, Rodrik had taken Muggle Studies up until this year, and back in third year they'd read the Muggle book about some American girl getting whisked away by a tornado to a strange land, so he knew about the lion. But Rodrik had no idea what steam had to do with punks, or what steam and punks had to do with lions.
Anyhow, there he was, standing in front of the Great Hall, with Zoe by his side. He'd felt a bit weird when Professor O'Connor had told them to give up their wands -- he felt like his hand would have been cut off. What if something would happen and he, the Head Boy, would be unable to do anything to help? Zoe had told him to calm down and use the cane that came with the costume to smack anyone who might deserve it. Rodrik was opposed to violence, but... Every time these thoughts came to his mind -- and that had been at least once every 10 minutes since 5pm -- he anxiously toyed with the cane, switching hands and so on.
"Are you sure this tail doesn't make me look incredibly stupid?" he asked, leaning closer to Zoe, "Because I think it makes me look stupid."
Halloween was very much a tradition hailing from the English speaking world. Back in Latvia, despite the fact that the world was more connected than ever, Halloween was still very much something that very little people cared about when it came to muggles, and nobody at all when it came to wizards. For muggles it was an excuse for a costume party... Which was exactly the kind of party Augusts had always wanted to attend. To his dismay, he was always at Durmstrang around Halloween, and Durmstrang didn't give two rats asses about Halloween.
But now they were in Hogwarts, where pumpkins grew the size of small cars... The Latvian boy was eager to see the lanterns in the Great Hall. Would they be just as giant? And, while he wasn't too fond of cobwebs and spiders and, in truth, he was rather easy to scare, he was eager to attend the event.
He'd spent the entire month of October trying to squash down his excitement, and he'd managed fairly well, until this very morning. For the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, Augusts didn't get lost when trying to get somewhere -- that's how determined to attend this party he was.
Now, surrounded by his friends, Augusts arrived at the Great Hall, dressed in a costume that had been melded together from a layer of his formal clothes and a dress Vivica had graciously donated for the event. She'd also worked her magic -- both literally and figuratively -- to turn half of Augusts face into that of a rather bold looking woman. He was planning to do some acting during the evening -- though he didn't claim to be any good at it.
"Honey," he said, turning to Vivica with his alter ego side, "I've still no name to call myself. Any suggestions?"
It was time for the best event of the year (besides Hugo's birthday) -- the Halloween party. There were bowls upon bowls of sweets that he was free to shove into his pockets -- last year his stash had ended only around Christmas, even as he shared with his friends. This year Hugo intended to stuff his pockets even more...
At least he had, until Sally presented him with his costume.
It was a... Beaters Bat. Just...That. A brown exclamation mark shaped piece of whatever the hell that spongy material was, with holes for his face, arms and legs.
Meanwhile Sally was donning a Quidditch outfit with a great deal of face paint that made her look like Hugo--er, her bat -- hadn't been in the right place at the right time. It was a little bit 'grotesque' -- a phrasing Hugo had overheard as the two of them left the Hufflepuff common room.
Was Hugo disappointed by Sally's choice? For sure. He knew he looked incredibly stupid. He had wanted to grumble and complain about it -- why couldn't they have just gone as players of the same team? But Sally had been so excited and happy to see Hugo in the costume... He couldn't get himself to rain on her parade.
"Sally," he grumbled, "How am I supposed to nick sweets from the bowls if I can't even reach my pockets?"
Wolfgang was excited. No, not anxious. Excited. He was pleasantly restless as he put on the layers of his Halloween costume on, spending a good half an hour by the mirror next to his bed.
Perhaps others would think it was out of the ordinary for Wolfgang to not be wearing a sleek, black tuxedo or something else just as classical and formal, with a sly smirk as decoration. In fact, when Wolfgang had suggested wearing historical outfits, Isobel had looked at him like he'd squeezed his head in the nearest door.
But ever since Mr. Karev had started to give him potions to help with his panic attacks, as the healer had called them, and ever since Wolfgang had punched his boggart-- his brother Ludwig -- right in the jaw, he had started to care a little bit less about what others would think. It was Halloween, his last one at Hogwarts, so it would be a shame to waste an opportunity to have some fun.
In addition to that, as he had reminded Isobel, historical outfits weren't always stuffy and ridiculous, as his beloved had put it. Maybe that was the case with wizard fashion, but when it came to Muggle clothing...
Wolfgang was dressed as a middle class man from 1860ies, right from the Victorian era. Not a fancy upper class frock coat with a top hat -- he'd left the aristocratic looks to Isobel. Once or twice he'd even caught himself rationalizing his choice -- say, look at me and look at the woman I love, look at what I have despite my background.
Once Isobel had been on board with the idea, she'd gotten straight to work. Wolfgang hadn't seen the end result, but he knew how passionate Isobel was about fashion -- she wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect.
They'd arranged to meet at the ball, and Wolfgang found himself lingering by the tables, looking for something to quench his thirst with as he watched people flow in through the door. He still had time before Isobel arrived -- she liked to be fashionably late.
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Post by ARCHIBALD MACKENZIE on Jun 3, 2020 10:32:29 GMT
Archie tilted his head as he examined his reflection. Was he really doing this? Yes, yes he was. The wig was itchy and annoying though...and long! How did girls deal with this on a daily basis? He had wanted his costume to be a surprise so had waited until everyone else had left the dormitory to get ready and had a cloak ready to wander down to the hall so no one would see. He quickly fastened the silver clasp on the navy cloak and threw up the hood to cover his head.
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous about being without his wand for the evening. After what happened at the last ball the school held he could understand why no one was allowed their wands tonight but it was also the reason he was nervous to not have it. What if it happened again? The school wouldn’t hold another ball if they thought the same thing was going to happen again...but what if it did!? Maybe he had a bit of a nervous disposition he hadn’t been aware of before…
“I think I pull this off pretty good, don’t you think?” Archie asked Felix as he chucked his hood down to reveal the dark long wig and undid the cloak to reveal the long blue dress of his Rowena Ravenclaw costume.“People are definitely going to question my sanity.”
"You look beautiful," Felix spoke to his fiancee as he offered her his arm like the gentleman he is. Felix and Archie agreed on a theme for their Halloween costumes and luckily his fiancee decided she would agree with the theme and was wearing the most beautiful red dress. Felix himself wore red robes with golden lions on the edges, his belt had a golden lion's head and the cloak he wore was made of fur. All together he seemed like a very well dressed Godric Gryffindor and Sienna was dressed like the female version.
Felix walked down the Gryffindor tower with his fiancee at his arm. He actually talked her ears off on how hilarious it was going to be to see his best friend's outfit. "Do you think Archie is really going to wear a dress?" he asked her with a laugh at the thought. "Don't worry, your beauty will outshine everyone." Like she needed the ego boost but Felix was committed to this engagement to make not only his family proud but also himself.
They arrived at the great hall and Felix looked at his friend with a smirk. "You look beautiful ma'am," he taunted and poked Archie's shoulder before he watched his friend reveal the dress. "Sienna was right, I owe her ten galleons for that. I thought you'd go with a more manly outfit." Felix laughed and shook his head. This was hysterical. "You look great man."
If Izzy had to be honest she didn't think she'd have a date to a dance. Still, Izzy was dressed as a viking, armor of leather and furr hugging her body and red face paint on her face. The redhead had her hair done as well, braids and the works. It was an outfit she could definitely live with and as she walked into the dance her eyes were scanning for the cute ginger. She had no idea what outfit the other girl was going to wear but Izzy did spot Augusts and she loved his outfit.
"Princess sparkle butt," the girl said as she patted his shoulder and looked around. "Oi Vivi, what do you think? Sparkle butt right?" she was quite sure that would be the best name for his outfit. "Have you guys seen a cute ginger girl? I know there are tons of them but this one is like extra cute.." Who did she not think was cute? Still, Izzy firmly believed she made a point here. The redhead looked around and stood on her toes to look over the crowd.
Parties! Quincey loved parties. He was so curious to see how everyone had dressed up. They were bound to have a great time! He was most looking forward to duo with Flora whose costume was perfect. “Woah, the green paint really makes your eyes pop! They’re really beautiful,” he said when he leaned in to check her make-up. The Ravenclaw boy was dressed as Glinda from the Wicked musical and his friend was dressed as the wonderful Elphaba. A tragic and strong character everyone admired. “Too bad we cannot bring in our wands, I’ve have loved to make an entrance levitating you,” he pouted at the ruined idea but quickly shook off the negativity. Quin was set on having a wonderful night and make Flora forget about her break up. Quin didn’t really understand why people dated on this age to begin with. Purebloods like her (and him being a fake pureblood) would marry and be monogamous the rest of their lives. Then again everyone liked different things, Quincey wanted to fully enjoy his freedom while it lasted.
“Are you ready to party?!” The excited Claw jumped around making the hoops of the big blue dress bounce. Quin took her wrist and skipped towards the hall while humming Glinda’s character song from the musical. Once there, his eyes took sight of a wonderous scene. “I love how far we’ve become. Look how many people just dress up like they want to,” he beamed as he spotted several guys dressed up as female characters. Everyone should dress up as their role models as they saw fit. Just as Quincey did with Glinda who perfectly suited his school personality. He turned to Flora before signaling to the dancefloor. “Come let’s dance! Or do you want to grab some juice first? Perhaps we should look for the others and dance with them! I wonder what costume Vivi is going to wear. Have you spot her yet? I hope Liam wears something that really shows off his muscles,” he chuckled. Quin wanted to dance with Greta too! Oh, and Kitty and Elena and well… Everyone! Maybe he could even convince grumpy Adri-pants.
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
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A Halloween party wasn't something completely out of the norm for Elias, but he'd never attended one hosted at a school. There was generally a lot more alcohol and less...dressing up. He'd been convinced by various Hogwarts students that it was imperative to dress up for this ball, so here was dressed in a gaudy Eduardian prince costume. The confiscation of wands had been...uncomfortable to say the least, but he was managing. The Swiss took a sip from the punch, which had too much pineapple for his tastes, and his gaze drifted lazily across the attendees.
He was surrounded by his Durmstrange friends but itching to assimilate into the crowd of Englishmen and women. There were some very curious costume choices (even within his own friend group) and some just very boring and basic ones. He emptied his and glanced around, asking if anyone else wanted some more punch. Really, he didn't want more but it kept his mouth busy while he tried not too be so bored at the very start of the ball. He thought that they might be a little too early for the fun to start- or maybe it was that there was no alcohol to inhibit people's rationale brains. A little disappointing almost. It'd be a lot harder to convince people to dance with him if they remembered that they really couldn't.
He moved slowly through the people, daydreaming a little until his eyes landed on a Wolfgang, a boy from his class. The Ravenclaw was dressed well and if Elias' guess what right, he was dressed in something from the late 1800s. Elias couldn't quite name the decade, but his costume wasn't quite as extravagant as Elias', but it was more historically accurate, he thought. The Durmstrang boy stepped closer so he could be heard over the Weird Sister's crooning. "Good evening. I have to ask when you're dressed as because I don't think it's a who."
Tag: WOLFGANG KALLENBACH Words: 245 Notes: italics indicate that he's speaking in French credit to Laura of Adox
Post by NICOLAS DELGADO on Jun 4, 2020 13:08:06 GMT
Nicolas bit his lip as he saw his reflection. He had been super grateful that Evan bought this costume for him. The Ravenclaw boy had been looking forward to wearing it but now he wore the bumblebee costume… “I look like a kid,” he mumbled to himself and sighed. His height wasn’t working in his advantage. Why was it so hard to be handsome, cool and sexy? His brother Matheus was talented in those things. That jerk stole all the genes and left none for Nicolas. He petted the fake fur of the costume and pinned his prefect badge on it. This way people would at least be able to tell he was a fifth year and not a third year. He still wasn’t too sure, it’d be rude not to wear it after Evan’s kind action. But it looked… Cute. Which wasn’t something a pubescent boy liked to be called. Not going to the ball was no option either. He was a prefect and had a job to do.
With a sour look on his face, he arrived early and checked the other students from a corner. That was right, he was here for a task, not for fun. It was not like he wanted to dance with Evan anyways. Nicolas didn’t dance, every time he tried, he just ended up being the laughing stock. So, it was better not to make a fool of himself in front of the entire school. Crossing his arms, Nico wondered what Evan would be dressed up as. He really wanted to spend time with him, but something kept him from approaching him when Evan’s friends were with him. Agnes Clearwater was sharp and intimidating and Alexander McCarty managed to make him cry last time by yelling.
He was jealous of all the people who brought dates. If someone would ask, he’d lie that he didn’t care. But he did. Finding courage to ask Evan or that beautiful Durmstrang girl Ileana was an unsuccessful task.
atching the students begin to file in with a wry smile, Fleur leaned back against the wall that she had carefully situated herself against and contemplated the infinite. Or something. She rather enjoyed Halloween, in all honesty; of course it had been something of an anticlimax the first time she'd experienced it, all those years ago, when she had, to be honest, been expecting considerably more of the famous Hogwarts that she'd actually seen. Still, age brought with it perspective, and now she was glad enough to see her students enjoying themselves and taking a break from the regular hard grind that some of them, at least, went through on a day to day basis.
Herself, she had never been one for dressing up, but she'd done her best to get into the spirit of the occasion by donning a deerstalker and an Inverness cape which, although by no means a part of her usual style, were still far from being cumbersome. She was getting away with it, more or less, and, in any case, she wasn't here to make a fashion statement; she was here to supervise.
Completing the last piece of spellwork- as a Transfiguration teacher, one could hardly escape this sort of thing- she stepped back and took a moment to admire her handiwork before moving to join the Deputy Headmaster at the array of drinks. What Fleur really felt in need of was neat vodka, but she supposed it was not a good idea for the students to see the lengths to which they drove their teachers on a regular basis, and so she settled for water, never having been a great fan of juice of any description. "Well, this should be entertaining," she remarked. "Want to place a bet on how many of them Alicia will have covered from head to toe by the end of the evening?"
Post by CATHERINE 'KITTY' DENNISON on Jun 4, 2020 16:58:45 GMT
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itty bounced excitedly from foot to foot as she waited outside the Great Hall for her friends to catch up- she was very happy with herself for having been clever enough to come up with the costume that she was now 'wearing', and she couldn't wait to be able to show it off to everyone at the Ball! Of course, it would no doubt prove problematic sooner or later, but most costumes did, and the blonde was perfectly content to take those in her stride as she arose.
Walking into the room with a beaming smile on her face, she blinked as she realised just how far above her everyone seemed to be. It had been a long time since she'd been this short, of course, and although she was by no means tall in anyone's opinion, it was quite an adjustment. Hopefully, no one would stand on her... although, with the amount of noise that Kitty was usually quite capable of making at any given moment, they would have to be deaf in order to stand the slightest chance of not noticing her. Not that that meant it wouldn't happen anyway. There were always a few people who walked around with their heads in the clouds- looking considerably closer to the clouds from this vantage point- including Kitty herself, and she was fully prepared to need to watch her step, at least for as long as she remembered to do so.
Post by CLARISSA JONES on Jun 4, 2020 17:05:39 GMT
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halloween!!!!
Who didn't like halloween? The movies, the horror pranks, the costumes!! Clary was beyond excited and told her girlfriend that they could go with Kitty and the three of them could have the best time. Clary was dressed as a nanny, not the slutty kind, the mary poppins type of nanny and was waiting to see Parker's costume as she held Kitty's hand and walked with her to the dance.
"You are so tiny! Eek your cheeks are so pinchable!" she chuckled loudly and really wanted to see everyone's faces when they saw Kitty enter as a toddler. The thought of her best friend being so tiny and them not growing up together was a bit sad but Clary was going to have so much fun, she just knew it! "I wonder what Parker's costume is going to be! Oh god is that a bear over there?" she asked and got on her toes to peek.
kye had had a great deal of difficulty in finding something to wear to the Halloween Ball. It wasn't that she objected to dressing up; it was just that she didn't get the chance very often, and so it really shouldn't come as a surprise that she didn't possess anything particularly well suited for the purpose. She'd been through her wardrobe extensively, she'd written home to get her mother to ascertain what she'd left behind in September (because she was damned if she could remember) and, armed with all that information, she'd sat down at her desk, she'd thought long and hard, and she'd come up with a big fat nothing. Which had hardly been the most encouraging state of affairs five days before the event itself.
Still, she didn't think she'd done too badly, considering. A lot of work had gone into it and she'd actually had to do some Charms, which had been something of a stretch considering that fashion spells were a long way from her specialty, but it had turned out all right, and Skye could at least be confident that no one was going to laugh at her too much on account of her costume. If they wanted to laugh at her face, they could do that at any time.
Smoothing the fabric of the long gown- which was already beginning to feel restrictive- Skye wove her way through the crowds, looking around not for anyone in particular, since she was hardly likely to have come with a date, but rather for anyone with whom she could stand and talk for a bit. The redhead wasn't picky; she would take more or less anyone, and in the end, she took Archibald.
"Hi," she greeted him with a smile and a nod, looking him up and down. "Looking good; you should wear this sort of thing more often."
"You look beautiful," Felix spoke to his fiancee as he offered her his arm like the gentleman he is. Felix and Archie agreed on a theme for their Halloween costumes and luckily his fiancee decided she would agree with the theme and was wearing the most beautiful red dress. Felix himself wore red robes with golden lions on the edges, his belt had a golden lion's head and the cloak he wore was made of fur. All together he seemed like a very well dressed Godric Gryffindor and Sienna was dressed like the female version. 
If Izzy had to be honest she didn't think she'd have a date to a dance. Still, Izzy was dressed as a viking, armor of leather and furr hugging her body and red face paint on her face. The redhead had her hair done as well, braids and the works. It was an outfit she could definitely live with and as she walked into the dance her eyes were scanning for the cute ginger. She had no idea what outfit the other girl was going to wear but Izzy did spot Augusts and she loved his outfit. 
halloween!!!! 
