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!
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Dancing was so weird and yet fun! Cassidy was having the best time and she didn't care who was looking! She looked kind of like a robot sure but it was fun! Cassidy spun around as she jumped along to the beat, it was so simple and she laughed as she did so. The blonde looked at Mark who just lit up like the Christmas tree itself!
"You have great moves!" she called out to him, wondering if he could even hear her over the loud music. Her blue eyes watched him dance and she just did the exact same thing! If they looked silly at least they looked silly together!
"Well its fun!" she said and did the robot move again. Moonwalking was really fun! She watched him doing it again and laughed as she made robot moves with her arms and laughed. "It's a lot of fun!" she said and was a little surprised when he mentioned he never danced with a girl before.
"I never danced with a boy before!" she only danced with her mother and that didn't count at all. Cassidy held onto his hand and held it up so she could spin around. Mark was fun to be around and Cassidy felt like she really made a new friend this time!
Cooper entered the ball with a smirk on his face, because he knew tonight would be perfect for him to get laid or something. The Slytherin had also been doing his best to keep it low, after he went after Toby in Hogsmeade, because he knew if it got around. The Slytherin would be in huge trouble. So there was no lie he had been doing his best to avoid that trouble.
But he wasn't going to past up getting laid and enjoying himself and he looked around. He wanted to have some fun and see who he'd end up finding joy to screw around with for a night. But he knew he needed to behave and he immediately walked over to the punch table. Because the Slytherin needed to get a drink.
As he was waiting, the Slytherin smirked when he felt someone bump into him. Letting out a smirk, when he saw who it was. "You know I am starting to wonder if you do this purposely." he said with a chuckle. Even if he was asking for a punch in the face.
"Don't get me wrong, it's kind of attractive. But I also must say you look beautiful." he said with a smirk on his face, and then thought. "Even if I am by far the best dressed, but you do look beautiful." he said with a smile hoping this encounter could be interesting.
What was it about tonight that made everything so special? Was it the music he had not been allowed to listen to as a kid? Was it the dancing? The people? Cassidy? His parents would get a heart attack if they aw him now. In fact, they had thought it was silly of a school to hold a winter ball, and owl’ed him to make sure that he would behave. Mark believed that him enjoying an innocent dance could be categorized as good behavior. Maybe it could be categorized as a study of anthropology and student culture?
Screw it! Screw his parents! Screw everything! Tonight was the night where he would loosen the strings that were so firmly attached to their believes and values. He was dancing with a beautiful girl. There was no harm in that. They could owl a complaint to the headmaster if they had anything against such activities.
“I did not believe you when you said that you were a bad dancer! And I was right. You dance very good!” Mark said as he stepped closer so that Cassidy could hear him. “I mean, it is impossible for someone with your looks to look anything but good on the dancefloor.” The boy said very straight forward and sent her a smirk.
He paused his moves when Cassidy admitted that she has never danced with a boy before.
“Really? How come?” He wondered – clearly being a bit in shock from hearing that. “I can totally see that people are completely ignoring me and my “epic” dance moves…” The latter was said with sarcasm, “They are watching at you because they want to dance with you!”
Aw shit! He'd been caught staring at Elena's very exposed chest because if she moved a certain way... side boob. Liam was mentally photographing every second and filing it away for later. Thankfully he'd answered her question of what with a smooth, correct answer and then he made his best effort not to look further down than those super plump lips whenever he looked in her direction. "Awh yeah, I do try to scrub up good," Liam said with a proud, beaming smile. "Gettin' a bit tight but ma says it's not OK to 'ave me pants fallin' lower than my butt."
When Elena started talking about how hard it was to walk in her heels, Liam gave her the look. That look that friends give when their other friend is being totally ridiculous. "Nah girl, you chose to wear those ankle killaz. Ya on ya own with that one!" Liam shook his head. Nope, if she wanted to wear sky-high heels then he'd have none of this 'woe is me'. "I dunno why you girls do it to yo'selves 'onestly, can't even see 'em under that pretty dress you all wear so like... don't be tellin' me it's for us," Liam gave Elena a sidelong glance before he looped an arm around her waist to partly lift her on the way over to the drinks table.
"Merlin's mercy, look at Flora trynna dance," he shook his head. "A'ight, drinks and then dancin' - look at Sally! Already shakin' what our ma gave 'er. "SALLLLLLYYYYY! Yo, you look SICK sis!"
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jul 6, 2019 18:09:08 GMT
For some people, once they reach the age of 16, formal events stop being about free food and the social aspect of things becomes much more important. For some, formal events always stay about free food. Without a doubt, Wolfgang was from the former category and under any other circumstances this would have been just another evening to waltz around the room in clothes he considered casual, winking at girls and figuring out new ways to joke about sex without saying anything at all.
And yet, today he felt anxious. Anxious about his clothes, anxious about his hair, anxious about his newly acquired facial hair, anxious about anything and everything. Feelings of uneasiness had been pestering the young man since the crack of dawn, and he’d washed his hair three times before lunch, constantly fearing that it had gotten oily. One of his roommates had joked that Wolfgang would rub a hole through his shoes if he kept shining them any longer, making him hide the shoes underneath his bed, further away from his eyes, lest he actually does make a hole in them. Everything had to be pristine and perfect. Why?
Isobel.
Isobel Linwood had been messing with Wolfgang’s head for the better part of the month. It had started as yet another hook-up at the end of November, and then another, and another, and then she had returned his shirt to him and they’ve had a pleasant chat about their futures and when evening came he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her blue dress, her red hair, freckles on her skin, the curve of her lips, her grey eyes with green speckles, her--
Her.
It was exhausting.
He was having romantic feelings. The thought made him want to vomit. Feelings just complicated things. He’d seen it firsthand - how his mother had loved his father dearly, and he’d paid her back with lies and slander. Wolfgang himself had felt guilty for leading on Grace Longbottom, poor, naive Grace who believed in nonsense like true love and Wolfgang had been the Big Bad Wolf -- he’d huffed and he’d puffed and he’d brought that house of cards right down.
The worst thing about the whole situation was the fact that he had no idea if Isobel felt the same, in any capacity. In truth, he was convinced she only saw him as someone to pass the long winter night’s with, and that would have been fine if not for his heart nagging him, urging him to find out.
He hadn’t invited her to the Winter Ball. He didn’t want anyone else to know that there were strings attached, and yet he didn’t want to corner her and simply ask her. He wanted to charm Isobel, in a desperate move to sow feelings for him in her heart if they weren’t already there. If he was to suffer because of her, he’d rather she’d have to suffer too.
Wolfgang had a plan.
He’d invite her to have one dance with him. Not just any dance. Tango. He had found out she was from the Falklands and anyone who’d ever looked at map knew it was in close proximity to Argentina, and he was sure that someone like Isobel would know a thing or two about ball dances. And if she didn’t… He was fairly confident in his own skills.
The day had been long and riddled with anxiety, but at last he stood in front of the Great Hall, dressed in a dark blue suit with a matching shirt underneath. The top button was undone, showing what little chest hair he’d managed to sprout in the last few months. He’d slipped a note to the Weird Sisters through a friend of a friend, requesting them to play a certain song. He didn’t know if they’d accept it, but it was worth the risk. Now he had to find Isobel.
It didn’t take him long to locate the recipient of his affections. He smiled, nodded politely, used the stock phrase of “Can I steal her for a moment?” and took Isobel’s hand, dragging her aside.
“Would you like to dance?”His mouth had turned dry and in a less than graceful manner he stammered out his request, quickly adding, “I hope you know how to tango.”
The moment the words that had left her mouth, she wanted to hide somewhere and stay there. Goddamn, how can she embarrass herself in front of the girl she liked? Why did she laugh? Oh, God. This was not going to go well, she can feel it. The moment Rose had reached for her hands, her fears had gone away, and she happily took them. This was her best friend, this was someone she was never going to give up on even when Frankie wanted to give up on herself sometimes.
Her cheeks were red the moment she had taken Rose's hands into hers, and she smiled a bit, trying to hide the embarrassment in her expression. "You look very beautiful. That dress...."
Yep. She was speechless about the dress. "Shall we go break our ankles on the dance floor?"
Damien wasn't the type of kid who did dances, because he really didn't like to get invovled with drama. And it was a bum when you didn't have a date. He'd rather be drawing or something in his common room. But here he was going to the ball and hoping that everything would go over well for him.
He entered the ball with a sigh, when he saw everyone had dates. But maybe he could hang out with friends or something. Walking over to the food table, the Hufflepuff got himself a plate. Then picked off the chocolate strawberries and then got himself some punch. He though he'd take a seat.
Taking one the Hufflepuff sat back and he ate. Hoping to make some friends tonight.
Okay, maybe it was a little rude to steal her own girlfriend when she was having fun with that Slytherin girl but she had apologized, right? She had said she was sorry before she even grabbed Gemini's arm. Now she felt a little bad when she was dragged off to the dance floor. Dancing? Okay, she can do this but she swore she was going to break something and it's not a glass or anyone nearby. But she promised her sisters that she will have a good time, and make sure her girlfriend had a good night with her.
"It's Lennon." she said as she looked over at the girl who was teaching her girlfriend to dance. "You look great..." she had said, looking back at her girlfriend.
"I'm sorry for saying no to coming..."
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Yes, he was looking for his sister, and the moment he felt the nudge on his shoulder from his date, snapping out of it. Of course he wasn't going to let anyone come near his date, she was there with him because he had no one else to entertain him. Not everyone liked this Tyrell except for a couple of his actual friends, one of which is not Nadezhda Kareva. The female hated his guts, and he felt the same for her too. "Yes, let's dance..." he said as he saw movement in the corner of his eye, and he had let out an annoyed grunt when the devil appeared in front of them. Great!
The male had given her a glare, not wanting her to ruin this night for the both of them. This was his date, not this crazy bitches. "Oh, the demon herself. You look..." he paused, really wanting to throw an insult her way but he bit his tongue. "Good. Beautiful dress. Did you did it out of the garbage?"
Laughter bubbled out of Alexander's throat, a warmth in face. "Well if that's the case, this is going to be one hell of a boss battle. Two superheros are much more likely to survive a party than two." Whatever coping mechanisms worked, right? "I feel more like...James Bond. A spy among the elite." He said as he rolled his eyes towards Anderson and the Valentinos. He noticed the tugging and waved Alex's hands away, "Relax, you look great. A hero never lets on that he's nervous." He gave the sleeves a quick pat before turning back to look for his friends. There was quite a considerable about of people milling about.
He paused for a moment as Alex asked for clarification about his friends. "Uh, you know. Aggy and Liam and Vi. That's who I'm looking for at least. Was there someone you wanted to meet out here?" His eyes were wide and earnest, as he glanced back and pull on their hands again to get the taller boy to stand closer. "Do you see them anywhere? I can't see because of tall people like you." He teased, standing on his tippy toes and then shaking his head. "You are not getting out of at least one dance with me. As my date, it is your duty. You can fetch drinks and food for me if it makes you feel less awkward."
all i really want is to be wonderful/people in this town, they can be so cruel
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Jul 8, 2019 2:13:50 GMT
The ball meant Isobel had to put on the perfect dress. Everyone would be there--including people with various connections, which meant that she needed to let everyone know that the light blue chiffon creation she was wearing had been made by her own hands. Just because it was winter and she was a Linwood did not mean she was going to put on a thick wool dress when she could be wearing something like this. It had been under construction ever since the announcement of the ball had come out, and she felt like her roommates might have been getting a little frustrated with her working on it constantly until it was done. But it had to be done in time--and it was. Perfect.
She had no date, because what was the fun in that when she could search for one at the dance? At seventeen years old, there was no reason to tie herself down to anyone, not when she had her whole life to meet new people. That was half the reason for the dress--the other half being her usual reason for dressing up: she loved doing it. It always felt that much better to sweep into a room with bright colors and beautiful fabrics all around, drawing everyone’s eyes to her. The Hogwarts uniform just didn’t have the same effect. The only scrap of individuality they all had were their House colors, and that was hardly unique when there were only four Houses. Isobel would rather become art in human form, or at least feel like she was, the effect of wearing a completely new outfit.
But as she entered the Great Hall, instead of looking for all eyes on her, she found herself searching for only one set. Brown eyes, to be exact, eyes that had once (or twice, or three times) been staring into her own before, very closely, very intently, before closing as his lips had reached for hers.
It wasn’t a romance, at least not in the traditional and “cute” sense. It wasn’t. Isobel didn’t need Wolfgang around, she just liked him very much! He was a touch more clever than their other classmates, and she had no problem with him being handsome to boot. Still, she hadn’t come to the ball specifically for him; he hadn’t asked her and she had seen no need to ask him herself. If this was to turn into another night together, then it would happen on its own!
Besides, it was better if nobody asked her to dance. Over the years, Isobel had claimed she knew her fair share of dance styles, but it wasn’t as if anyone had tried to make her prove it. And she did know them--in theory; she had spent so much of her childhood staring at the moving pictures of ballerinas in books, wishing she could have a life like that instead of having to help take care of the sheep even one more day. She knew how to dance! She just… didn’t.
In the hall, there was a sea of faces she recognized and faces she didn’t, though Wolfgang didn’t seem to be in her field of vision. Isobel made her way over to the drink table, picking up a glass of pumpkin juice and beginning to sip it as she observed the room. She knew there were strict controls on certain kinds of beverages at the ball, but she had enjoyed one of those before the dance, and was happy to have regular juice now.
She had thought she had been observing well, so it startled her slightly when a familiar voice sounded in her ear and a hand began pulling her toward the dance floor. She couldn’t believe how nervous Wolfgang looked, an emotion she had not yet seen on him--was something wrong?
And then he asked her to tango.
Isobel knew a few tango steps, but only through pictures. Her family was not one to value teaching their children to dance, even as they lived close enough to the many styles of South America, not to mention the European styles of their origins. It was true that she couldn’t imagine her parents enjoying dancing, although she knew they had done it before--they had wedding pictures of it! But Isobel had never gotten the chance.
But would she ever admit she couldn’t really dance? Never in a million years. It had been far too long that she had kept up the--not really a lie, because she had memorized the steps to several ballroom styles, just in case! Putting it into practice could not be impossible. Plus, she was not about to reject Wolfgang for the evening. “Of course I do,” she lied, hoping her smile made it seem genuine, because the warmth that rose in her at holding Wolfgang’s hand was genuine.
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Her mother would've been proud to see her dance with someone, see her dance with a boy she just met. Cassidy enjoyed the dancing, enjoyed feeling like nothing could stop her while she danced with her new friend. Her bright blue eyes looked at him move and laughed a bit, he looked so silly but in a good way. She made the same silly moves as he did.
"No I look silly but its fun anyway!" she told him with a bright smile. "My looks? Do i look weird? I made the dress myself." she said and eyed her dress for a moment. Was she that bad looking compared to the others?
"I don't have many friends." she told him honestly, a blush on her cheeks. "No your moves are so much better and I love this song!" she said and tried to do the robotic moonwalk again.
”No, you don’t look silly! You look beautiful!” He took her hand and spun her around, seeing how her white dress moved. “And you made it all by yourself? Seriously? You are very talented. You should be a fashion designer.”
It sounded silly, but he was 100 percent honest. He wished that he had her talents so that he could make his own clothes. His mum always sent him very traditional and conservative attire. For example, you never saw Mark wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans. He always had a button-down shirt (preferably white) with new and neat pants.
Mark thought that Cassidy must have been born under an unlucky star, since a girl like her was supposed to have many friends. Especially since she was so easy-going. She had been brave enough to walk up to him and ask for a dance. That required way bigger balls than he currently had.
“You know…” Mark said as his face lit up with a brilliant new idea. “We should do a dance routine for the next ball. We can meet up and practice it in an empty classroom!” Then he would have an excuse to let his violin be and turn up for some more rocky tunes instead.
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Cassidy knew she wasn't the richest girl, the prettiest girl and not even the smartest girl but she had a good heart and to her that mattered. Cassidy always wore the uniform and when she didn't she wore clothes she made herself to save her mother from wasting money on her. The blonde locks danced around as Cassidy moved her head along with the music, laughing as she did so because she was happy and having fun.
Cassidy watched him take her hand and spinning her around making her laugh even more. "Oh really? Thank you!" she said and chewed on her lip a little. "I actually want to be an artist! Wtih clothes, paint, even sculptures." She admitted and felt a bit silly saying so but art was her passion.
The girl looked at Mark who seemed to light up and soon he told her about a pretty cool idea. "Oh I like that!" She said and had a smile on her face. "That sounds actually very fun! What kind of music though?" she asked and looked at the band real quick before looking at Mark.
Post by ALANA VALENTINO on Jul 9, 2019 4:09:29 GMT
The blonde strands of Alana's hair that had been artfully arranged to look effortless in her chignon were tickling the back of the vampire's neck. It sent chills down the spine and she loved it. Her dark eyes were watching each student that passed with judgement. Many of the girls had dressed as if the Great Hall was the White Wyvern instead of a classy affair.
Even the squib Muggle Studies Professor looked like she'd forgotten half of her dress.
Thankfully, her girlfriend had risen from the depths of the Slytherin Dungeons and Alana let those dark eyes roll slowly from Kaylie's gorgeous face and then all the way down the figure hugging dress. Meravigliosa, Alana thought as her lips curled into a thin smile.
"Sei bella stasera. Non ho mai pensato che ti vedo in abito da ballo ," Alana reached out to take Kaylie's hand in her own. "I never in a million years thought I'd see you in such a lovely dress," Alana repeated in English for her date. "Where on Earth have you been hiding such feminine taste?"
What was it about tonight that made everything so special? Was it the music he had not been allowed to listen to as a kid? Was it the dancing? The people? Cassidy? His parents would get a heart attack if they aw him now. In fact, they had thought it was silly of a school to hold a winter ball, and owl’ed him to make sure that he would behave. Mark believed that him enjoying an innocent dance could be categorized as good behavior. Maybe it could be categorized as a study of anthropology and student culture?
Aw shit! He'd been caught staring at Elena's very exposed chest because if she moved a certain way... side boob. Liam was mentally photographing every second and filing it away for later. Thankfully he'd answered her question of what with a smooth, correct answer and then he made his best effort not to look further down than those super plump lips whenever he looked in her direction. "Awh yeah, I do try to scrub up good," Liam said with a proud, beaming smile. "Gettin' a bit tight but ma says it's not OK to 'ave me pants fallin' lower than my butt." 
The blonde strands of Alana's hair that had been artfully arranged to look effortless in her chignon were tickling the back of the vampire's neck. It sent chills down the spine and she loved it. Her dark eyes were watching each student that passed with judgement. Many of the girls had dressed as if the Great Hall was the White Wyvern instead of a classy affair.