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!
Trent didn't like going out much, because of how he felt about wizards and how they treated werewolves. And the only places he even considered going was Knockturn Alley and any other shady places. Because he didn't feel the need to fraternize with wizards. The werewolf also didn't like when people had bothered him, which was another reason why he didn't go out. And tonight was a night that he had spending at his home.
He had decided to go down to his bar that was located in the basement of his manison. Where he allowed some of the members of the trossachs come. Standing at his bar, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Setting down the whiskey bottle, Trent took a sip of his drink. Walking over to the fireplace that was located in the bar. The man sneered, "It's an honest shame, that they could not the full potenial of this retreat." he smirked, as he had managed to renovate the old retreat, that his parents had often neglected.
This caused him to get lost in his thoughts, but was soon brought back to reality, when he heard a bang. He threw the glass down in anger, before leaving, he did not need some stupid teenager breaking in his house or even worse, a member of the Ministry. But there was no harm in getting rid of them. Walking up the stairs with anger, the man looked, and he shouted.
"Show yourself! Before I make you regret that you ever stepped into my house. Then find use for your body, and I highly doubt your parents would want that." he shouted, with hopes of scaring them. The man was far from caring about their feelings. And knew that if they really cared, they wouldn't be snooping in his house and if it was the ministry. Then they could use a decrease in their precious ranks.
Post by VERANDI FARLEY on Jul 4, 2019 13:18:20 GMT
The inclement weather rather reflected Verandi's mood today; it was dark and there was a storm brewing on the horizon. The moon was would be full by the end of the week and the werewolf in her was making her skin itch. Leaving the camp before she bit some member's head off for looking at her funny, Verandi donned a dark cloak lined with red material that kept her warmed with charms worked into the very fabric. She decided that she'd do the rounds and check her traps, see what she'd managed to catch over night. After she found three empty, though, Verandi snarled and blew up a tree with a good old blasting curse. Of course a bunch of birds flew away from their destroyed home. Of fucking course.
Verandi needed a drink - with a shaky hand she lifted her coin pouch from her belt and found that it was bare. Not a single sickle to her name. The best place to go then, was to a certain private bar and drink herself stupid thanks to Falconer. She stuffed her purse away again and disapparated to the place that she'd learned to enjoy. Up the path from the house, Verandi pulled her cloak's hood up over her head because the water was beginning to fall from the sky and … Verandi didn't do so great looking like a drowned rat. Her dragonhide boots carried her through the mud to the front door and she considered knocking... but then the rain fell harder and a huge torrent of water drenched her as it slid off the roof and off the porch. Of fucking course.
Falconer should think himself lucky that Verandi didn't blast down his door in retaliation. No, kicking down the door was a lot less mess to fix up with a charm when she was more pissed from alcohol than anger. Within moments, her equally volatile pack member could be heard storming up from the depths of the house. Oh, he wanted to threaten her with a good time? Verandi quickly whipped her wand out and closed the distance between her and Falconer.
"You'll find use for my body Falconer?" she sneered the moment her face was inches away from Falconer's. "You'd best back your threats up, pup, because I definitely broke into your home. Oh, and you need a new door," Verandi pointed with her free hand towards the door whilst her dominant left hand held the wand menacingly at Falconer's head.
Trent had to say he was not surprised when he saw who managed to break into his house. "What use would that be? I don't sleep with my packmates." he sneered at the wolf who he was very pissed at. The werewolf looked int he direction to his door, "Damn lucky, I don't kill you for breaking into my house." he sneered again, the man did not feel like dealing with someone to fix his door. Even if he could magically fixed it himself.
"Clearly, I need a new door." he spatted back and he decided to ask with a sneer. "What made you feel the goddamn need to break into my house, Farley? Clearly you couldn't get a goddamn owl?" he asked in an annoyed tone because he was not thrilled.
Post by VERANDI FARLEY on Jul 12, 2019 4:53:03 GMT
”I don’t know, Falconer, you’re the one threatening and I’m just calling your bluff, brother,” Verandi sneered, her cruel eyes never leaving his face and her tone possibly more vicious since he clearly found her so repulsive. ”Very presumptuous of you to think I’d let you get anywhere near enough to sleep with - or were you talking about doing things to a dead body?” her thin nose scrunched in distaste, as if she’d smelt something completely awful on her pack mate and she took a step back.
”Hmm yes, I don’t think repairo’s going to quite fix that,” Verandi had a smug arse smile on her face, clearly very proud of her destruction and how far under Trent’s skin it got. Granted, his temper rivalled her own so it wasn’t exactly hard. ”What? Are you saying your hard up for cash like the rest of us mere wolves?” the mocking raise of her brow was intended to entice him to anger. What she wouldn’t give to sleep in a warm place with running water and an oven ... but no, she lived for her pack deep in the forest and had grown accustomed to a dip in a near-freezing river for a good wash.
”When have you known me to use a god damned owl, Falconer? I’m a wanted woman and stay off the grid. Besides, if I sent one then we’d miss out on all this... fun,” Verandi began to step forward again, as if to walk straight through him. ”So are you going to be a gracious host and invite me in for a drink or do I need to petrify you as well?”
Trent rolled his eyes at Verand, "That's funny, Farley. I didn't think you'd be stupid to tempt with my anger." he said giving her a dark glare. The man did not like to be tempt with and Verandi was damn lucky they were pack members, because if anyone else had been the one to find himself at his door. They'd be bleeding out and dead and Trent would show no remorse. "You were the one who had claimed your body to be of use." he said with a dark glare, "And are you trying to say I'm a necrophiliac because if so I can assure you I am not. The dead should be at peace and what fun would they really be?" he said in offense, because the man may be cruel. But he would never sleep with a dead body.
When Verandi told him that repairo could fix that, "Good you can be the one to fix that. Since you were the one who broke the door. So you fix it."he said giving Verandi a look and when he asked if he was hard up for cash. "Oh I am not at all hard up for cash. I don't feel like going into the muggle or wizard world to get a goddamn door. I can't stand to even be by them." he said with a sneer the only wizard he cared the slightest about was his brother and his nephew.
"Oh I forgot Verandi, you are off the grid. You could have at least knocked on the door." he said with anger. This was not the time for her to break into his house, and he just crossed his arms, "I'm glad you find this fun. And you are damn lucky I don't kill you." he rolled his eyes, "Come in, I suppose you here for a reason? You know where the bar is." he said as he looked at the door. "But fix the fucking door first." he sneered.
Post by VERANDI FARLEY on Jul 19, 2019 14:15:45 GMT
”Maybe it could be considered stupid if I were scared of your little temper, but honestly Falconer you're like my Aunty Meredith's little terrier nipping at my heels," Verandi said with a roll of her eyes as she let the tip of her wand come dangerously close to jabbing the man in the side of the neck - just where his jaw joined it. "How can a wolf be scared of that?"
When Trent said that she was the one that had offered her body, Verandi's hoarse laugh escaped her sneering lips because he was the one that had initiated it. "I mean, I know you're getting grey in the beard, brother, but do you black out in your temper tantrums?" The woman's eyes glared right back at him as he turned that angry look on her, "merciful Merlin, he doesn't get stiffies for stiffs. Nor pack members... ahhh now I understand why you're so damned angry all the time." When she took a step away from him, Verandi looked him up and down before asking, "when was the last time you had fun?"
Looking at the door, Verandi raised a brow at her pack mate. "Do I look like I have all night to be fixing your door like some house elf? is your wand broken?" Verandi scoffed. "Why don't you be a real man, get an axe and start making yourself a door if you're too chicken shit to go buy one ready made," the practical witch suggested, as if she didn't much care for the issue of the door either way. When he told her she could have knocked, Verandi heaved a dramatic sigh, "I did knock. It just so happened that my knock caused an explosion. Whoopsie. Next time, I promise I'll be a good girl and knock with my knuckles, ok?"
Walking down the steps to where Trent's bar was, Verandi shrugged off her cloak and hung it on the back of a stool. "The moon is making me twitchy. I'm thinking a raid is in order. Thought I'd mull over my options with some firewhiskey and... semi-decent company." It was an answer to her reason for being here and since he wasn't interested in scratching one of her itches, she'd get him to indulge her darker side instead.
Trent didn't like the idea of being compared to an old lady, but he also wouldn't mind paying that lady a visit. "Well if that's the case, maybe I should pay that little terrier a visit. Can't have a little angry puppy running around can we?" he asked with a sneer. He didn't hesitate when it came to hurting other people who proved to be competition. "A wolf should be scared when it comes to me. I like to think my anger is more my way to not fall for utter stupidity" he said with a shrug. "And when people do stupid things I like to let them know, it won't get them far," he said with a smirk as the man didn't really care.
"I am pretty sure your presence and pissing me off causes my gray, but I have to say your not far behind with the graying. And I don't black out and temper tantrums are for children." he said with a sneer. "I also am debating if I should not kill you for breaking into my house." he said with a shout, because Verandi really was pushing his buttons. But he knew he wouldn't kill her, but if it was someone else than there was no guaranteed safety because they'd already be dead. Rolling his eyes when she mentioned why he was he was angry, "I'd like to think my anger is useful with scaring people off, and a way to push stupid humans away. And do I need to mention, the fact that I don't care for stupidity. And when people stop doing stupid things, then we'll see about erasing my anger." he said with a sneer towards Verandi. When she asked him when the last time he had fun, and he said. "My type of fun is being left alone to drink at my bar downstairs, and the ability to actually have fun left when my mother took my human life away from me. And turned me into a wolf." he shouted because he didn't think it was truly possible to have fun. "Plus being angry is so much fun," he smirked.
"Maybe a house elf might be more useful than yourself, but do I look like I have all night to hire a house elf service?" he shouted at Verandi. But he knew that he'd end up having to fix the door himself. "My wand is quite fine, Fawley. But I'd rather use my wand to hex you for breaking into my house, and using an axe is for muggles. When I think it's appropriate for the person to break it to fix it." he scowled Letting out a smirk, "Well perhaps we could buy a door, do you know any werewolves who make doors at this hour." he shrugged with anger. He was not fixing his door if he could help it, because he wasn't the one who broke the door. The least she could do for disturbing him is fix his goddamn door. "You barged into my house end of story, and a knock doesn't cause an explosion. If this were your house, I'd be knocking." he sneered. Verandi really was annoying him, all he hoped was that her reasoning for being here was worth her breaking his goddamn door. "All I can say I hope your reason was good enough for breaking down my door. If not I will make you pay and it will be more work than my door." he said with a sneer. And letting out a chuckle, "They're might not be a next time, Fawley!"
Following Verandi down to the bar with much anger, because he'd rather the door be fixed. But he knew there was nothing that could be down and when she spoke about in the mood for a raid. "Well the broken door certainly won't help you. But perhaps I could use my anger against you to make people pay, if that's the raid you are thinking." he said with a smirk as he didn't mind letting other people pay. "And I suppose that company is myself, because I must say it's flattering." he said as he thought he'd pour them both a drink, hoping that maybe they could raid. Handing her a drink and he said, "And is your reasoning for breaking my door, the fact that you'd like my help in a raid?" he asked her.