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!
seems that i have been held in some dreaming state/a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
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Post by GRETA ROWLE on Jul 5, 2020 1:36:49 GMT
in some dreaming state
If the walls of the Hogwarts greenhouses had only been made of stone instead of glass, Greta could find herself convinced that they were her very own secret garden. There were more plants than she had ever seen in her life, more than they ever could have planted in any of their gardens at home, all in bloom despite the fact that the November cold was beginning to bear down on Scotland. She felt as if she had opened some magical portal just on entering, even though she went there for classes all the time. It was something about flowers, she was sure--there was something special about them, that brought joy to the world.
Greta had claimed a small spot on one of the overflowing shelves to place some pots--she dearly wanted to grow roses, and while there wasn't exactly space for her to plant an entire bush, she could grow a pot of miniature ones here much better than in Ravenclaw Tower. In the mail she'd ordered a small one, and she needed to get it planted in the greenhouse as soon as possible.
Humming to herself as she worked, she picked a bloom from one of the already mature flowers that were growing as she headed to the water tap, and tucked it behind her ear, a splash of purple against her blonde hair.
What a great wonder it was to have greenhouses blooming like its the middle of the summer all year long! Sure, they had greenhouses at Durmstrang, but Augusts found those to be terribly small and rather cramped, nothing compared to the one's at Hogwarts. Ever since he'd encountered Viola at the start of September, this had become one of his favorite corners at Hogwarts. There were always tomatoes ripe for the picking here, and what more could he want? Maybe only an unlimited source of sour cream and salt, but you can't have all that you wish for, can you?
This time he was taking his sweet time exploring the entirety of the greenhouses -- except the one labeled "Most dangerous plants", he had no interest in that -- so he wasn't at all surprised to find someone else getting their hands dirty.
"Oh, hello, Greta!" he greeted the girl. They hadn't spoken all that much, but she sat next to Augusts in Divination class, and helped the older boy out when he was utterly confused by his tea leaves or the lines on his hand, "That flower looks, uh, what's the word...Marvelous! Marvelous paired with your hair. I hope you don't mind me being here?"
