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!
The campfire was already blazing, though the sun was still high in the sky. The northern highlands were a cruel environment that was not unlike Verandi's very character. The werewolf stoked the fire with a large branch before she threw a couple of extra pieces of wood on the pile. She watched as tiny flecks of red hot embers swirled in the disturbance and hummed an ancient woodland tune.
There were the background noises of pack members going about their business a few metres away from Verandi's fire. It was a pleasant, homely buzz that almost brought a smile to the vicious creature's thin lips. Her usual dark cloak was picked up by the wind and took the hood right off her head just in time to catch closer movement in the corner of her eye.
"Touch the rabbits and I'll gut you faster than you could hope to whisper protego," Verandi growled menacingly, before she turned with her wand at the ready.
The chill of the Scottish highlands was beginning to grow colder, causing his pack to take extra measures to keep warm. Once winter befell them, it would be like an icy hell, so he didn't blame them for trying to keep that extra bit warm. He stood in the doorway from his magically enlarged tent, watching his pack with soft eyes. It wasn't often that he just stood still and observed the ongoings, but this was indeed home to him — the same men and women that he grew up with, plus new friends and family. The only blip on the serenity was the fact that young werewolves should have been learning magic in Hogwarts in that very moment. This thought led to darker ones, about the recent betrayal of Blake. A surge of rage and upset raced through his stomach to his heart before he closed his heart, listening to its beat. There was no time to grieve or be mad. He had new members to talk to and old members to catch up on.
He took a deep breath, taking a stranglehold on his emotions and directing himself towards the fire nearby. There sat Verani, someone he'd know for over eleven years. He should have expected her ferocity as she turned towards him. A smirk curled onto his lips, and he tilted his head slightly. "Is that so?" Her actions amused him, and it could be seen clearly. He didn't even spare a glance towards the rabbits as he continued forward, bypassing the drawn wand to crouch next to his pack mate. "Sharing is a nice thing to do, you know." Tyr was no fool, their pack didn't often share very well, and he was just teasing her. Words: 290 Tags: VERANDI FARLEY
Sometimes Verandi regretted her actions and as her azure eyes fell upon the chiseled features of her pack leader... yeah, she regretted threatening the werewolf with grievous bodily harm. Not that she'd let it show, as her pride was definitely a vice that ran strong within the Slytherin. The only indication an observant person would see was the minute, miniscule, tiniest softening of her glaring gaze levelled on her pack-mate. "Let us never find out," Verandi quipped, noting the evidence of Tyr's good humour with a silent 'thank Merlin'.
As Tyr walked past her threatening wand, Verandi blew a puff of hot breath upwards to move her fringe from her eyes and reluctantly tucked her wand back into its holder. "The rabbits are for Cook, so that we can all enjoy some dinner this evening," Verandi replied as Tyr crouched and she did the same. "That's about as much sharing as you'll get from me, Greyback. If you'd like though, I'll keep them all to myself - I'm sure one of the pubs will take them off my hand," she said as she poked the fire with her large stick once more. "These ones are scrawny; it will be a hard winter, Tyr," despite herself there was worry that crept into her voice and she pulled her lips into a grimace as she glanced at her pack leader.
Tyr listened to Verandi as she spoke about the rabbits once more, "Trading rabbit for coin won't feed any more mouths." He stated, twisting his mouth in displeasure as she spoke about the upcoming winter. "It is never easy. Perhaps this time we may not do so well as last year, but with a hard winter comes a lot of lessons to be learned. I would like to have confidence that our younger members will be able to provide for themselves. If not, I will teach them to." Tyr's voice was solemn and quiet. He did not believe his pack would fail him under such weather conditions. His own father had succeeded in ruling the pack for many decades. Tyr did not want to lose any packmates, young or old. His adults would not thrive either, but they had strength and fat stores. In his mind's eye, he could already see the gauntness on his friend's faces, the thinness of the children.
The current of fury came back is a roar of waves. This is what the wizards had done to him, to his pack. They had stripped them down to the bare necessities and tossed werewolves out the door. Tyr took a deep breath, channelling the rage into something more productive. He was sure that Verandi wouldn't mind the rage that coursed through him, but there was a certain unhinged mindset that came with his anger. "How about we go for some more? This won't feed you and I, let alone the others." Words: 255 Tags: VERANDI FARLEY,
As her pack leader pointed out the bleeding obvious, Verandi rolled her dark eyes to the Heavens so that she could bite her tongue. "Some of our younger members are used to silk sheets and central heating, not to mention house elves that scatter before the Master of the House enters the room," Verandi pointed out to her leader, a rebuttal of his confidence in their abilities to survive the harsh winter that was coming. "They wouldn't know how to brush their own hair let alone how to set a trap or stalk a deer. Honestly, Tyr, sometimes you sound like a teenager with your hopes and dreams of finding the best in people."
As she poked the fire, Verandi took heard the deep breath that came from the man beside her and she paused to look at him. "What we need to hunt is a sizeable stag. I love a bit of venison and I'm tired of rabbit; plus the pelt will come in useful to replace the silk sheets of our new converts." Verandi gave the man, a long time friend, a rare and genuine smile as she reached over to massage his shoulder. "I do love a good hunt, Tyr... and you're almost good company," she joked as she used his shoulder to hoist herself back up again. She barely weighed a thing, but she made sure to jostle him as much as she could to lighten the mood on her way up. "Bragging rights go to the wizard with the kill shot... so... me."
