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 JUNAID ZALAYAT on Apr 27, 2019 10:55:52 GMT
Note: not really pensive but I didn't know where else to post it. This takes place in the train to Hogwarts the start of the current school year
Junaid bowed down and left the prefect compartment after the meeting. He was eager to start this year well. The summer had taken way too long for his liking. It ended with him covered in bandages and plasters. His left arm in a sling and a blue eye were just the cherry on the pie. Jun wasn’t sure how much more he could endure of all that. There had been times he was close to unleashing his magic and blow up the entire place. Had he done that he wouldn’t be allowed to go to Hogwarts anymore. Hogwarts meant everything to him, so he put up with it.
As much as he felt honoured to be invited with the other prefect, he’d like to have some peace and quiet for the remaining of his journey. Already fully dressed in his uniform, proudly wearing the yellow pin on his chest, he looked for an empty compartment. All of them were full. His face turned when he passed one with a snogging couple. How shameless. He quickly turned his head and told himself to get that pink of his cheeks.
The prefect was still trying to erase that scene from his memory when he stopped still in front of another compartment. Not only the pink from his cheeks disappeared but his entire face paled. Staring through the glass he saw a face he thought he’d never seen again. For a moment he just stood there with an intense look in his grey eyes. Then he turned and walked away.
Raouf let out a long sigh as he relaxed into the seat. He'd been lucky enough to arrive early and no one had requested to sit with him yet. He was a little nervous, but why wouldn't he be? A new school with new people, and not to mention that he wasn't using a language that was comfortable with yet. He'd always spoken bits of English with his mother but reading and writing it was so much harder than speaking it. This quiet time was allowing him some time to breath and refocus on his journey ahead. He knew he had to go find the Slytherin prefects and introduce himself so they knew to instruct him on his sleeping quarters. The headmistress had told him that they could also be of assistance for other things while he settled in. He wasn't so sure about disrupting them but they were sure to pass by at one point.
He was already dressed in his robes, unsure if he was supposed to board the train in uniform or not. It didn't matter anyway, especially since Raouf was alone on the train. He had been tempted to go look for Cassidy but the idea of shoving his unwanted face in the compartments was not something that was very intriguing to him. He glanced up from where he was staring at the carpet, startled to meet the gaze as someone who was looking in at him. His mouth fell open, his breath hitching as he recognised the boy looking in at him. He scrambled up as Junaid began to walk away, his mind racing as he tried to understand what was going on. Was he seeing ghosts? Or was Junaid truly here?
The door banged open as he passed through it, "Junaid! Junaid Zalayat!" He called, stepping out to make sure he would keep up with the familiar man. Raouf had assumed Junaid was dead and to see him in England, on the train to Hogwarts was shocking for sure. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this scenario.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 1, 2019 19:21:02 GMT
As he kept walking, a voice from the past echoed behind him. He stopped the first time Raouf’s voice called behind him. However he quickly took pace and opened the nearest empty compartment to hide. Jun sat down and brought his knees, hugging them tightly. No, he couldn’t really be here.
Alright calm down, don’t fall into another panic attack. The Hufflepuff tried to focus on his breath. Don’t look at the doorway, don’t look at the doorway. And so his grey eyes glanced towards the door where he saw the all so familiar face. It didn’t seem right. Like it was a ghost of the past haunting him. The old Jun had died and he started a new life. Yet here little glimpses were. As the door opened, his face tensed. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” he told the guy wearing a Slytherin uniform. RAOUF NASHAAT,
Raouf watched as his former friend disappeared into a compartment, his brows furrowed. Hurt and confusion mixed in his stomach as he tried to reconcile the reaction. Had Raouf done something wrong before Jun had left the school? Why was he trying to hide? These questions bulldozed through his mind and he slowed his walked towards the small cabin. What was he going to say? What was there to say? Raouf felt as if he'd seen a ghost but he was sure of his own eyes. If Junaid wasn't dead, then what was the reason that his sisters had turned him away when he asked? Countless ideas flashed through his mind but none of them sounded like things Junaid woild do. His heart was pounding in his ears as he peered into the compartment. He recognised that he was cornering the other boy but if it was the only way that Jun would talk to him, so be it.
His brows furrowed as Junaid said the first words in years to Raouf. His heart dropped to his churning stomach and he shook his head. "Its is you who aren't supposed to be here. I thought you were dead? What happened? Why are you here while your sisters remain in school?" He took in the appearance of Jun, noting the injuries and house robesn and prefect badge. "You have been here longer than I have? Haven't you? What happened to you? Who has hurt you?" His questions were like demands, and his eyes were fervent in their desperation to know.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 4, 2019 10:29:03 GMT
Junaid had to stay calm. He couldn’t lose his reputation or badge just over a single interaction. Yet his head was exploding and he felt like ripping out his heart. His lips formed a narrow line and his thick eyebrows were stuck in a frown. Had someone from home send Raouf here? No they wouldn’t even bother to taunt or hurt him. He was dead to them after all.
When the new Slytherin started talking, Junaid cowered in the corner of the compartment. His eyes were begging the other boy not to do this. His lips remained sealed until Raouf mentioned his sisters. For a moment his defense broke, shattered as his eyes widened up. “My sisters, are they….” He asked as he never once received a letter from home. Yet news about bombings and war in Syria were all over the muggle news last summer. He feared for his family. Were they just ignoring them or did something happen to them?
