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 fifth floor of St Mungos was not where Tyr had planned to be this morning. He had a tea sitting next to him as he tried not to scowl. He'd much rather if someone else had been here, but the newly turned werewolf, Henry, was desperate to see the healers for his self-inflicted wounds from the full moon. Tyr had a feeling that bringing Henry to the hospital would send red flags with the Ministry. Neither of them had registered as werewolves, not that Henry had an opportunity to do so and he was determined to keep it that way. Their clothes were shabby and torn, but has been washed well so he'd hoped that suspicions wouldn't be raised. He'd been directed to the tea room to wait and was not pleased about it at all. He heard a bit of shuffling and glanced up quickly, realising that it was nothing more than another visitor. They immediately went to the store, and the werewolf was tempted to join them. The tea wasn't nice, and neither was the room. He didn't want to go in empty-handed and even if he did have money- there'd be no way he'd spend it on a St Mungos pen.
He picked up a magazine nearby, the women on the front winking and giggling. His blank face didn't change as he flicked it open. It wasn't interesting in the slightest but he resolved to reading it. It was no newspaper, but it would do while he waited for someone to finish with one. If he had to keep up on events by reading about women's fashion, then so be it. Tyr skimmed through the first few pages, nothing particularly important striking his eye. He sat up a little as an older man placed down a copy of the Daily Prophet nearby, reaching out to the paper and whisking it off of the table. With the younger kids not being able to attend school anymore, and a severe lack of money, it had become harder to stay on top of movements in the wizarding world. Unfortunately, much like the magazine, it held very little substance.
He took his time to read through the newspaper sections, including the job positions. He didn't like wizards but a job was a job, and they desperately needed money to pay for the bare necessities. Tyr was distracted from his reading as yet another person entered the tea room. He glanced up, an eyebrow raised at the clatter they made as they entered. Words: 423 Notes: Open! Feel free to join!
Things weren’t looking good. Ever since the increase of werewolf attacks occurred, Graham hoped it’d soon pass and things could go back to normal. Sadly fate had a different plan. The precautions didn’t seem to help either. If anything it seemed that the opposite happened. When would this madness end? Till what lengths did he have to go to ensure safety of the people? To prevent more children from being harmed.
Today was another step back. Graham was called in early in the morning. The young auror skipped the Ministry and went straight to the hospital. To his shock he saw his fellow auror comatosed on the creature-induced injuries ward. Even if he had been there when it happened and brought her here last night, it felt unreal. He’d known Emily Zabini since he first started his auror training. Through the years they have done many missions together. Now she had fallen victim way too young. Graham hoped she’d wake up but perhaps it was better for her to say in her coma until the werewolf problem was dealt with. Because she would become one may she wake up at all. The man felt defeated. They couldn’t allow to lose any good aurors in this time. Above that, Graham didn’t know if he could see another person he cared for fall to these monsters. For the sake of the innocents, he had to carry on this conflict until safety could be guaranteed.
Leaving the wing, he moved up to have a coffee and prepare a speech. He had to tell the entire department he was what happened and he was stepping down. Things like these were never easy. The man entered the tea room in silence. If it weren’t from his footsteps, he would’ve made his way through unnoticed. Being recognized would always lead to trouble. He had work to do. To some eyes that looked up, he gave a small nod before turning his head away. The man settled at an empty place, ordering a cappuccino. Merlin how he wished it was something stronger. And he didn’t mean an espresso.
Tyr let a small smirk crawl on his face as he recognised the one and only Graham Avery- head of Aurors. He knew that the man wasn't here for official business, or anything to do with Henry being here- it was too soon for information about a new werewolf to reach the ears of the Ministry. The son of a bitch was a skilled man but still didn't know Tyr by face, only by name, which made the werewolf more confident. He pulled on a less dour face, something a little more neutral and stood up. He approached the older man. "Morning sir." He wasn't exactly sure why Avery was here, but he had a suspicion it had something to do with a fallen auror or something similar. His eyes were sharp in their calculation, but his smile was almost sweet. "I noticed you were here and I just wanted to make sure that you're okay? It was the full moon last night you know..." He pointed out as if he was merely a concerned citizen.
He glanced down at the paper in his hands, "I've heard so much about you guys hunting down the werewolves and you know- my nephew wants to become an auror in a couple of years and..." He trailed off, awkwardly looking from side to side. There was a certain kind of character he wanted to play. Part of him wanted the auror to catch on, the other was hoping to remain completely anonymous. It would be more fun if Avery had no clue who he was, but walking away with Henry unnoticed would be a victory in his books. He was trying to emulate the nervous man who was meeting a politician, and he thought he was doing quite well. He didn't have any face scars yet either, which further supported his innocent civilian facade. Words: 311 Tags: @graham
Graham sighed, cursing whoever dared to approach him in his mind. But as a public figure he had to be polite and professional always. Especially in sorrowful times where citizens were losing hope. His new job would hopefully bring him some peace and allow him to be there for his family. The head auror finished his sentence and looked up at the man in front of him. His eyes narrowed, he couldn’t place the man yet he had some sense of familiarity. In his case that was rarely a good thing. For now he decided to ignore his instincts and focus on what the man had to say.
He listened without interrupting the man but when he noticed a glance towards his papers, he covered them. Those were Ministry sensitive words. If this guy was a reporter and the news got out before he could let his team know, there would be a problem.
“Please take a sit Mr-? It’ll be better for your back.” He rose an eyebrow as he hadn’t caught a name. “We chase them down, we do not hunt them. That is one important thing to remember, hunting is for animals we aren’t animals,” he told the man with an inch of a smile. “Your nephew, how old is he?” Graham noticed the man trailing off, narrowing his eyes watching him. As a paranoid man every kind of situation went through his head. Part of the reason he had to quit was because albeit he was amazing at his job, the job killed his mind in his spare time. He could never let it go. “Is something wrong, sir?”
