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!
Boggarts were nasty little boogers, Casey knew this well enough cause she heard stories from her older brothers when they had this very lesson in the past. She knew what to expect, was well prepared because a Stevens was never a failure. What concerned her though, was her fellow classmates not being able to handle it even if the damn thing couldn't harm them, and seeing her best friend and dorm mate run out of the classroom made he want to stand up and go after her. But she didn't, she just stayed in her seat and watched on as the horror in class came to light.
She stared at the space where the last one disappeared - and her eyes had landed on the professor, nodding in agreement. They cannot harm you, and sure they're terrifying but they needed to learn one way or another, right?
There was silence from the young Gryffindor when she watched her fellow classmates face their worse fears in the classroom, and she waited for her turn not wanting to really do it. She would try to get picked last because Boggarts were too terrifying to think of. She didn't want to face hers, and she was thankful when the professor put the thing away and she looked at the shaken students, and the students who threw a fit and didn't like what they saw.
Her eyes were on her professor, paying close attention to his words because she had promised her brother she would pay attention in classes more than focusing on freeing him.
Parker was beyond interested in what this class would bring her, and she was actually quite proud of herself when it came to her grades in the past. She knew that she shouldn't fool around unlike her seventh year older brother (she heard things). Her father was proud of her, like he was with all his children that had good grades. Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed all the Boggart's coming out to play, and was disturbed by most of them. Seeing her best friend curl up in her seat made Parker move closer in case she needed a shoulder.
After the thing was put back in it's place, Parker had put a hand on Ollie's shoulder, stroking it with her thumb as to comfort her as she heard the professor speak. Her hand remained on her friend's shoulder, a silent way of telling her that she was there if she needed a hug or something.
when there's nowhere else to run/is there room for one more son?
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Post by SKYLAR REID on May 30, 2019 5:19:15 GMT
Skylar had been holding his breath the entire time his classmates had been facing the Boggart, wishing he were anywhere but in this lesson. It would've been better if he'd skipped, even if it meant his grades would slip further, because even though he wasn't sure exactly what the Boggart would turn into for him, he had a few ideas. None of which he wanted to face in front of everyone. He clenched his teeth together as his turn moved closer and closer, dreading what he would see, knowing he might cry or scream, fearing he might freeze up even worse than he'd seen the others do...
And then the thing of horrors was locked away.
He breathed out in a long sigh, willing his racing heart to calm down. It was part of the curriculum, he knew, but he thought he could live without ever facing a Boggart. Keeping his eyes fixed on its cupboard home, as if afraid it might come bursting out of its own accord, he willed the professor to just cancel the lesson for the day and not take it out again.
Because while he knew they couldn't hurt you physically, they could mentally. And he didn't need any more of that.
kasia's troubled soul // 5'6" // crushing on dio greyback // born in ireland // lives with the joneses
Mark had his fists clenched so hard that he was sure his wand would shatter into pieces. He was one of the last students to go before the professor put the boggart away. Even though it was more terrifying to show the rest of your class your deepest fears, he was still a very nervous to see what it would turn into. Mark had once heard his parents talk about a boggart his mum had found in their basement. Apparently, it had appeared as him lying lifeless on the floor, covered in dragon pox.
The Slytherin took a step forward, hesitated for a few seconds and then took the final step towards the creature. It spun around midair and separated in two. One falling onto the floor, his mother covered in blood – dead. And the other, his father, standing over her with a lifted butcher’s knife and a grin on his face. Mark’s heart skipped a beat, and he froze. His dad was a good man. He would never hurt his mum, he knew that. Although, he was a patriarch and he often scolded the woman for her small quirks. She was definitely beta while he was the alpha of the family. It was horrible and extremely embarrassing to think that deep inside his mind, he feared that this could happen…
Clearing his head to avoid further embarrassment, Mark thought of anything remotely funny that could pop up into his thoughts while as his eyes were still fixed on the lifeless body and his dad who was now laughing.
“Riddikulus!”
The boggart turned into two clowns, where the one that used to be his dad hit the other with a giant toy hammer on the head – both grinning back at him. Not looking at the other students, Mark quickly found his place in the back of the class and watched as the professor put away the creature for good.
Post by JACK O'CONNOR on Jul 22, 2019 13:04:29 GMT
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ith everything said and done, Jack listened to the bell ring and gave his students one last curt nod. "Thank you all for coming to this class, everyone. I know it was a difficult one... but it's commendable to see so many young people try and conquer their fears," he said, sending them all a polite smile. "If anyone needs to talk to me, please feel free to drop in at any time. But other than that, I will see you in our next class."
6'0". IRISH. BIG HEART. LOYAL. BRAVE. WORKAHOLIC. BISEXUAL. SINGLE. distinguishing features: a big scar runs across jack's left cheek credit for award goes to ollie! <3