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!
Maximus hadn't felt this rotten in ages. He was sitting in a corner in the Leaky Cauldron, nursing a cup of tea, his eyes bleary from a long shift at work and his head throbbing from fatigue and that blasted bruise he had gotten himself. And the worst thing about the whole situation was that it was of his own making. For a start, he had not listened to the quirky healer. He could've stayed home on sick-leave but he had decided to go to work anyway. And then he had gone and had his usual drinks afterwards and had almost passed out even though the healer had told him not to drink. All of that had led to a bruise from his head having hitting the bar and to Maximus feeling properly sorry for himself. He hadn't quite managed to break the habit of his evening drink at the leaky cauldron though. But having learned the hard way, he had chosen to leave the alcohol for another time and picked some tea instead. He almost felt as old as his former classmate Moore looked...
Elbows propped up on the table, his mug in his hands, he sat there, staring into space, contemplating his bad life choices.
Evelyn had just finished taking care of a patient in Hogsmaede. Elderly patients often were too stubborn to visit the hospital so Mungo’s provided home care. Truth be said these were often the most wanted jobs for healers as they were allowed to take it easy during that day. Lately the numbers of hospitalized patients had gone up. They especially peaked during the full moon periods.
Before heading back to Mungo’s she decided to grab something to eat at the local pub. When she entered, Evelyn was looking for a nice place to sit. Instead she found a very familiar face that looking like he was brooding. For some reason aurors always looked like they were brooding. Perhaps it was one of the requirements for the job. What she immediately noticed was a nasty bruise on the man’s forehead. Without thinking twice, the now slightly visibly pregnant lady rushed over like an angry mother elephant. “Mr. Desford. What happened? Did you get yourself stuck in a fight while I told you to rest?” Worried eyes scolded the auror as her gentle finger traced over the nasty spot on his head. She sighed. “Tell me why I should keep healing you if you don’t learn?” Both of them knew she would heal him anyways because she couldn’t stand seeing someone in pain. Even if they got into it by ignoring her advice. @maximus,
Staring at nothing in particular Maximus had been completely oblivious to people entering and leaving the pub, which was a good thing as at this time of day there was quite a number of witches and wizards passing through. But that also meant that he was rudely shaken out of his reverie by a familiar head of curls, moving right in his field of vision. Somewhat as if he'd been sleeping, he opened his eyes wider and blinked a few times when the healer started speaking without preamble. Fight? He hadn't been in a fight lately. At least not as far as he could remember. However he flinched when she touched the still fresh bruise on his forehead. Of course.
A smirk appeared on the auror's lips at the quib about his habits. He appreciated her humour and even though he'd not been in a fight, she'd seen right through him. "Maybe because you like it when I drop by at Mungo's, Healer Evelyn?" he teased back, slowly putting down his cup of tea. It was quite something that he had remembered her name. He usually didn't care enough to try. But at least this time it had come in handy that he had done an effort. It seemed they came across each other more often than he saw any of the other healers who had treated him in the past.
"So, did you come here to get me that drink you offered the other day?" he dared to ask, wondering if she'd turn scarlet again, taking the risk that she might just leave, offended. He was used to offending people, so her leaving wouldn't be a novelty. But it was worth a try to see her blush.
