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!
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Kiernan had some time off from training and he wanted to check on his sister but before he did so he was actually just walking around, taking in sights. Some things seemed to have never changed. He could see the shrieking shack from a small distance, a gate closing it from people. Often it was said to be haunted and Kiernan would mess with his brothers when they were out.
Kiernan chuckled at the thought of it and turned to walk away when his shoulder bumped right into someone else. Kiernan wasn't a small built person so he could imagine that would hurt them but he needed to make sure it didn't.
His eyes were on the other male and a frown was on his face. "Sorry, you okay?" he asked with the frown still on his face.
"Don't get your knickers in a knot," Pierre snarked as he shook himself back into his pants and adjusted himself. "It's not an attractive quality in a man," he said with a half smirk as he reached a hand to the bar tender's chin and wiped it clean for him. Pierre was considerate like that. "Don't worry, next time I promise I'll have time to return the favour," his hands travelled down his friend's shirt, tracing his delicate fingers along the top of his pants teasingly. "Your lunch break is over," Pierre said as he pushed the friend out of the bushes with hardly a tender good-bye.
A moment or so later, Pierre also emerged with a satisfied smirk plastered on his thin face. The day was chill but his body was warmed from his afternoon delight and he still had time to do a spot of shopping before meeting with his sister. Pierre was merrily minding his own business on the short walk back towards town, along the track from the wooded area and past the infamous Shrieking Shack when a solid wall of human meat slammed into him.
The wind was knocked out of the young man and he almost fell backwards onto the ground except that his duelling training kicked in just in time. "Putan de merde!" Pierre exclaimed, looking up at the idiot that had thought he was incorporeal. When he saw just who it was - a rather well known Quidditch player and a damned hot one at that, Pierre suddenly lost his footing and flopped to the ground like he had not been able to catch his breath. "Can't.. breathe."
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Kiernan wasn't the clumsy type so him running into someone was new to him as much as it seemed to be to the little fella on the ground. He spoke words that Kiernan sort of understood having a French ex who kept cursing the same way but didn't respond to it with more than a frown on his face.
Then the guy fell again and this time it wasn't his fault. "Try to relax, it was just a shoulder bump.." he assured him and tilted his head to the side a bit to observe him. What was he panicking about?
Kiernan gave him a smirk and held his hand out. "Come on bud, I'll treat you on a beer." he figured that might help him breathe? Maybe? Kiernan wasn't stupid but when it came to medical knowledge he left that to his other siblings.
It was just a shoulder bump... the words that fell from the other man made Pierre’s brow twitch as he picked himself up off the ground and began to dust himself off. You’re clearly just a pretty face, Pierre mused as he let his bright eyes trail slowly up from Kiernan’s groin to his broad, muscled shoulders. Well... hopefully more than a pretty face.
”Sure, I have time for a beer,” Pierre conceded. He glanced down at his rather expensive watch so that he could quickly garner how much time he could waste with the man-meat. Being a healer, Pierre was very adept at quick glances and estimates of time. He’d give Muscles here a half hour of small talk; though he’d try and make it 15 of talk and 15 of other activities... he was still rather satisfied thanks to his friend from the bar, so he wouldn’t be too devastated if it lead nowhere.
”You play for the Irish, don’t you? What brings you to this humble Scottish town today?” the man asked the other as he began to make his way towards the townsite as he had been before the other had just knocked him around like a scrunched piece of paper on the ground.
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Honestly Kiernan didn't know what type of person this guy was he wasn't one to judge on looks either so Kiernan figured a beer was universally a good idea. Kiernan walked towards the pub, his eyes ahead of him while the other male asked a question. It was an obvious question of course, an Irish man coming to Hogsmeade for unknown reasons.
"My brother works here and I was planning to check up on my little sister but that can wait a little." he said and rolled his shoulders into a shrug as he turned his attention to Pierre. "I'm Kiernan by the way but I assume you already know by that question." he said and offered a smile with it.
The famous Quidditch player had a brother at the bar, hmm? Pierre rubbed his chin for a moment as he reminded himself of his barmate's name... Louis? .. Harry? … Niall? Honestly, Pierre really did need to put more effort into remembering their names. For all he knew, he could have just had intimate relations with the sibling of a famous person... Pierre glanced over at the tall blonde chunk of man-meat and smirked though because in the end he was most certain he'd not have to bother with the sibling because Kiernan had the look about him. The kind where, with just a nudge in the right direction (ie: down) he'd be there with bells on.
"Let me get this straight... you were... meeting your siblings at the Shreiking Shack?" he asked with a tone that very obviously denoted that he didn't quite believe the story. "Nice to meet you Kiernan," Pierre said with a smile and offered his soft, well cared for hand to the blonde man. It was a friendly gesture and he'd hold the man's hand a little longer than strictly necessary if given half the chance. Each small gesture was that wee bit closer to the endgame, after all. "Pierre, enchante," the young man introduced himself with a mildly thicker French accent than normal.
"I too have a little sister that attends Hogwarts. I guess we both have to wait for them to arrive and make pleasant conversation over... beer. So, tell me, do you enjoy your time with the Kestrels?"
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Kiernan nodded and hummed. "My little sister actually." he said and rolled his big muscular shoulders into a shrug. He worried about Casey sometimes, thinking she might do something incredibly stupid very soon. The guy eyed Pierre with a small frown. He shook Pierre's hand and nodded.
The guy seemed quite alright though something was off. Like he seemed different than his other friends but that was obviously because everyone was different. Kiernan just made sure he gave Pierre a firm handshake before taking his hand back and slipping it back into his pocket.
"Sounds like a plan." he said and smiled a bit. "I do, my brother and I both love being on the team. Are you even a fan?" he didn't really take Pierre for a quidditch type.
As Kiernan removed his hand from Pierre's delicate handshake (after nearly breaking the bones in the healer's hand), Pierre had to focus on keeping the smile on his face. Pierre had no aversion to pain; in actual fact it could be quite pleasurable in the right circumstance and given a predetermined safe word... Pierre wasn't accustomed to the way that Kiernan treated his embrace almost as if he was a leper... or worse… an untouchable muggle. The wizard looked up and was glad to see that their stroll had finally brought them to the bar in question. Thank Merlin.
"That's good to hear," Pierre said with a casual smile. He paused before the bar because he was the type that had doors opened for him and blinked his heavily lashed blue eyes for a second as he was asked are you even a fan? No, Pierre was not a fan. It was a ridiculous sport that monkeys could play if they also had magic... but the man before him did have a certain amount of fame from said sport and a delicious set of pink lips that were just begging to be caught between Pierre's teeth so Pierre smiled graciously as he gushed, "am I ever? How else would I have recognised you, handsome?"
Kiernan honestly never met men that were so... delicate as Pierre. Sure he has a brother who is as soft as a clouds but Kiernan being the rough type of man he is, he didn't really know well how to deal with delicate men like that. The man was glad the ended up at the bar and opened the door, he noticed Pierre seemed to be waiting for that to happen. Honestly Kiernan didn't care, he craved a drink now more than anything and it wasn't because he couldn't deal with life sober but as soon as the other guy called him handsome he knew he was talking to a whole different crowd.
"Kiernan works." he said with a chuckle, trying to force a smile as he did so and headed for the bar after he let Pierre in. Kiernan walked up to the bar and ordered a beer for himself. "What do you want? Beer? Something... fancier?" he honestly felt a bit uncomfortable now but maybe he just didn't see the innocence of a compliment.
"Give him anything he likes." he told the bartender and tossed some coins on the bar. That should keep them covered for the night. "So talk to me about your siblings? How old are they?" he asked hoping to get a conversation going. Maybe he could get drunk enough that it didn't matter? "I only have two siblings in Hogwarts, Casey and Jonah.." he said and shrugged as he took a sip of his beer.
