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!
Whatever dark spirit had possessed Kalevi to open the rattling barrel in the storage room was truly in league with evil. He should have left it alone, he knew. All he had wanted was a place to have a quick smoke between lessons without going all the way out to the grounds--he didn't have time for that, not when coming from the upper floors. And the barrel had been bothering him, and when it came to most magical problems, he felt like he was qualified to deal with them.
Technically, he was perfectly qualified to deal with the only thing that would take the form of Felix Sørensen as soon as he freed it from its container, but the way Kalevi stumbled back at the sight of him, his heart beating so fast he could swear that someone could see it just by looking at his chest--it wasn't so easy to think of something funny then. His back hit the wall behind him, his left hand knocking into a crate as he grabbed his wand with the other and held it out in front of him.
It was a Boggart--it was only a Boggart. But it was a face that Kalevi hadn't seen in person since the spring, that he hoped he would never see in person again until he had found the evidence to bring him back to trial. He couldn't say that he had never seen it at all, though, because he was always there in the nightmares, turning in a moment from the Felix who'd laughed and partied with him to the terrifying one with the cruelty in his eyes that had been the only one he'd seen after that night.
"Riddikulus!" Felix--no, the Boggart--wobbled on his feet, but Kalevi's spell did nothing to wipe the smirk off his face. He could feel his hand sweating around his wand, as he tried desperately to think of something, anything, that might be funny about Felix.
kasia's not-so-angelic blond // 5'8" // single (future: augusts straume) // born in finland // lives in lintusaari (a magical village in eastern finland)
Lars had a little while before his next lesson, which just so happened to be on the same floor his previous one had been. There was no point in going back to the tower or out to the grounds -- the weather was nasty anyhow. No, he wanted to use that time to find a secluded corner where he could practice the spell Pani Dabrowska had him studying. Of course, it was a spell that would get him booted from Hogwarts if anyone smart caught him, but he was sure that none of his classmates would know what he was doing. Still, the storage room felt like a better idea than being out in the open.
He felt very satisfied with himself, until he approached the storage room in question. There was a strange rattling coming from the other side of the room, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance -- did some horny pair of students have to pick this place out of everywhere else? Maybe he should try the spell on them, make them disappear... It was tempting, but not at all a wise choice.
Still, since whoever it was had annoyed Lars by their existance alone, he wasn't going to let them continue having a fun time. He pulled the door open, about to make a snide remark about sex, but all he could get out of his throat was a strangled scream.
Felix Sorensen was standing in front of him. The bully from his Durmstrang days. The last person after his parents that he wanted to see. What the hell was he doing in a storage room at Hogwarts? Lars didn't care to find out, he charged right at the older boy, fists curled -- and he couldn't hit him! There was some kind of force stopping his fist from connecting with the thin idiot's jaw. A string of Norwegian curse words left his mouth as he stumbled backwards, clamoring for his wand.
Kalevi could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. If he had been thinking logically, he would have scolded himself for how weak it made him to be disarmed by just the sight of one person. But it wasn't that simple; he knew that if a single thing had gone different that night, that it would have been him in the ground and Sebastian in his place.
The only thing that could unfreeze him was not seeing Felix, and Kalevi only got that when the door creaked open, a figure running through and lunging toward Felix, and for a moment Kalevi was certain that he was hallucinating the whole scene, some revenge fantasy brought on by too little oxygen in the room or something.
But no, the other boy's punch didn't land, and again, there was only one reason that could be.
"It's a Boggart," Kalevi said, in rough Swedish, the only reaction he could think of to the Scandinavian-sounding words echoing from the other boy, "you're not going to get anywhere with your fists." No matter if that was the only thing Kalevi wished he could do to that perfectly unbruised face.
He didn't want to admit that he had already failed at containing it, that the panic in his body was stopping him from thinking of anything amusing to hit the creature in its biggest weakness. It was Felix, it was impossible for him to be funny...
And then Kalevi blinked, a realization rising into his thoughts. "It didn't change." Boggarts always changed for different people. "What did he do to you?"
kasia's not-so-angelic blond // 5'8" // single (future: augusts straume) // born in finland // lives in lintusaari (a magical village in eastern finland)
