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 WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jun 9, 2019 14:36:27 GMT
Wolfgang Kallenbach
SPECIES: Human
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
JOB: N/A
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
FACE CLAIM: Jack Falahee
BIRTHDAY: 9th April, 2002
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: inquisitive, good at research, diplomatic
Negative Traits: manipulating, selfish, shallow
Quirks and Habits:
His back is straight, chin is up and eyes sparkle with curiosity. He walks at a quick pace, his movements elegant and firm. His smile is wide, but not obtrusive as if it was a silent invitation - "Come, let's talk, if you'd like to!". Always dressed in blazers and button-up shirts, preferring muggle clothing, Wolfgang looks like he wouldn't be amiss in a high society party in the non-wizarding world.
He’s a native English speaker, but, since his father had a strong German accent, it has slipped into his own speech just a little bit. It’s the little things that don’t happen often, a “w” turning into a “v”, “th” to “z” and some diphthongs turning into simple vowels and syllables stressed the wrong way.
Likes: Gossip, flirting, sushi, strong alcohol
Dislikes: His father, stiff personalities, prudes, people with an actual moral compass
Boggart: Himself, looking like he’s homeless and poor, living in the gutter and people laughing at him
Mirror of Erised: Himself, surrounded by glitz and glamour
Patronus: A siamese cat
HISTORY
Wolfgang Albert Kallenbach was born on a cloudy spring day almost 17 years ago, and from the very beginning of his life was just like the playful breeze that had tangled his father into the Kallenbach-Malton residence's living room blinds as he ran to see his wife after the birth. He was the second of three sons to Alfred Kallenbach, a pureblood wizard from Germany and Diane Malton, a muggle-born witch. He's three years younger than his brother Ludvig and two years older than Johan.
Besides the family, another resident of the house was his maternal grandfather, Max. He was an odd man, disappearing for weeks and arriving home at the strangest of hours. When Wolfgang asked his mother about it, she told him to forget about it and pay him no mind. When he prompted his grandfather, the old man just laughed, ruffled the kid’s hair and promised to tell him when he would be a little older. Instead, he entertained Wolfgang’s questions about everything else under the sun.
His grandfather died when he was five. His brothers grieved and did it outwardly, but Wolfgang never expressed such feelings. They were repressed in his little mind, hidden behind colorful fairy tales, coloring books and the old magazines he found in grandfather's things when they were carried out of the house. His parents were concerned about his absolute ignorance of the event, but time passed and everyone stopped caring about such trivial things.
His mother, Diane, refused to let go of her muggle lifestyle even after all the years she'd lived as a witch. A Ravenclaw in her time, she insisted, that her children had to know not only the wizard world of their father, but the muggle of her's. For his 12th birthday, Wolfgang received a laptop of his own, after whining that his older brother had had one for several years and that he never even used it. He wasn't wrong - Ludvig expressed little interest in the muggle world. Johan though, was a squib, who was destined to spend his days as a muggle.
His father worked as a curse breaker, and spent most of his time educating his older brother, so he never really paid much attention to his second son. This proved to be a fatal mistake.
When Johan turned 11 and didn’t receive his Hogwarts letter, it was clear to the family that he really was a squib. This blew up a gunpowder keg in the foundations of the family. His father accused his mother of cheating on him, because he could never have had a squib for a son. The carelessness Wolfgang had grown accustomed to crumbled overnight, as his father stormed out of the house with one suitcase and his oldest son in tow.
Wolfgang felt betrayed. Diane convinced him that his father was wrong and that she had always been faithful to him, but the teen didn’t know who to believe. He decided to take it upon himself to figure out who was telling the truth.
In short, sometimes he wished he’d never made that choice. It turned out that his father was a liar. He had been the one cheating, for years, with several other women from the Ministry, all while his wife worked from home, thinking that he was busy preparing their eldest for a bright future.
As the years went by, Wolfgang set on a path to ruin his father’s life. Once Wolfgang turned 16, he delivered the final blow to his father - he bribed a werewolf into biting his father, and forged letters, making it seem like his father was a part of some group of werewolves trying to infiltrate the Ministry. It was enough to send his father to the gutter.
It was the day he decided he’d trade in secrets and rumours for a living. Seeing his father ruined felt ecstatic, and there was no stopping him now.
Every word dripped with greed and uncaring. Richard didn't know anything about Liam's loans, but he knew of Harold Drake. Another mercenary, barely past 17, ended being devoured by a Nundu. There wasn't enough left of him to hold a funeral. Richard was becoming quite uneasy.
"But, considering all things and rumors that you are now a simple potions teacher at Hogwarts, I'm sure that you cannot afford even a fifth of the price. So, I've a deal for you. You are to get me an unhatched egg of a Welsh Green.How, I do not care, but if you do succeed, I'm willing to make you filthy rich. You'd get access to a Gringots vault filled to the brim with gold and jewels, and all I ask for is one dragon egg. One Welsh Green dragon egg."
Richard broke out in cold sweat. The uneasiness grew grew exponentially with every word. He glanced at his wooden hand. The giant jaws and the godawful smell of burnt flesh was fresh in his mind. He couldn't stand it. But the promise of money and not being devoured alive by something even worse was alluring.
"You're to send an answer with the raven. No address is necessary. Be smart."
They won't take 'no' for an answer.
Richard put down the scroll and stared at the raven. The bird hadn't taken its eyes off of him. There was a knowing look on its face, eerily human. Through a daze Richard took a piece of paper, scribbled an affirmative answer, tied it to the leg of the bird and fell into his bed, face buried in pillows.
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