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!
Fingernails cutting into her palms hard enough that she was drawing blood, Teresa stood concealed in the shadowy alley of the Historial Society building, anticipating any minute now she'd find him - her fucking prey - for the evening. The monster who's life she intended to take and gladly so because the sick son of a bitch deserved it.
At first, when she'd started receiving bloodied body parts in the mail, she'd thought that there was a chance that Theo was still alive. But by the seventh finger which had been gift-wrapped with a twine bow and the note of 'TRAITOR' which had accompanied every stomach-turning 'present' she'd been mailed so far, she'd lost hope. Her attempts at a rescue mission, of finding Theo alive, were scrapped and instead, she'd channeled her energy into finding the disgusting animal responsible for her brother and the taunts instead.
She'd narrowed the person down quickly. It had to be a Trossach member, one who'd evaded arrest, and who'd had such a strong commitment to Verandi that they'd do anything to exact revenge against somebody who'd backstabbed them on such a large scale like she had. Pascal Snyder came to mind, the man who'd always given her those looks since she'd came to the camp, a look that she had quickly placed as jealously especially after she crawled out of Verandi's tent in the morning. He'd always given her the creeps and given the twisted shit he was capable of... her gut had been spot on when it screamed stay away from him.
Finding Snyder was what had been a challenge. It had taken her two weeks of asking around Knockturn Alley, exchange favours for information, and finally... she'd gotten something concrete from some old bat she'd bedded and stolen from this morning. News of the man performing some re-enactment at the Historical Society in Diagon Alley. He was due to step on stage at 6pm which meant that any moment now, at 6.30pm, he was going to step outside and that's when Teresa would have her chance to strike.
Speak of the arsehole.
Hand flying to her pocket, Teresa didn't give a shit that her magic was rusty and still at an OWLs level because she had the fire in her belly, the determination, to take this son of a bitch out. She could do it with basic spells. She just needed to be accurate and fast. She wanted him to choke on the fucking sandwich he was shovelled into his face and quick as a whip, Teresa stalked forward. "You're fucking sick in the head, Snyder," she spat, before waving her wand and shouting, "PETRIFICUS TOTAL -"
The show was finally over. Pascal loved acting, loved assuming a new skin every once in a while, loved to elicit tremendous emotion from people with just a few words and gestures, but sometimes it was really hard to stay in character when your stomach was grumbling and eating at itself. Lucky for him, this performance -- a re-enactment of the duel between Emeric the Evil and Egbert the Egregious, with Pascal playing the part of the victorious Egbert -- was a mere half an hour in length, so he could power through it. And then it would be time for his mouthwatering bacon butty.
He stepped out through the back door after having taken off his character robes, dressed in a plain sweater, dark jeans and sneakers, and had happily sunken his teeth into the bacon sandwich, when an awfully familiar voice called out to him. He immediately knew who it was.
Teresa. The Traitor. And she was trying to cast a spell on him? Pascal laughed with the sandwich bite in his mouth, waving his hand in the general direction of her voice, casting a wordless and wandless backfiring jinx, reflecting Teresa's own spell at her.
"Oh, what a warm pack reunion we are having!" he said, words muffled by his sandwich, "After this wonderful assessment of my mental health I have to wonder if you've taken some psychiatry courses in the last month or so... And how's your head doing, huh?"
"Oh, right." He continued, swallowing the bite, "You can't talk like this. Hm, first..." he pried her wand out of her frozen fingers and tossed it into the open garbage bin behind both of them,"Now, now it is fair."
He stepped back, cast a wordless Protego in front of him and only then unfroze Teresa. And then he continued eating his sandwich, his head tilted in interest and an amused grin on his face.
