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!
“Fuck! Are you kidding me!” Angry Russian spilled from Darcy’s mouth as she jumped to her feet quickly. One of the owls had gotten a bit too curious to what she was doing and had knocked over the ink pot over resulting in it had splashing all over her jeans and shirt. She swore loudly again in the foreign language when she patted her pockets and realised she had left her damned wand in her dormitory room.
Great, perfect...just….bloody wonderful! This day really wasn’t going well for her - first something had gone a bit wrong with her latest dye job and she had woken up to purple all over her pillow so she had to clean that up and re dye her hair, she had spilt her orange juice all over the damn table at breakfast that morning and now this! She wanted a redo on her day.
She sighed as she used the parchment she had intended to use to send letters home to instead blot at the spilled ink to try and soak some of it up. Usually she wrote her letters in the common room but some of the first years were getting so excited over the upcoming Christmas break that the common had just been too loud for her to focus so she had come to owlery to write.
and i'm calling for my mother/as i pull the pillars down
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Post by NADEZHDA KAREVA on Jul 14, 2019 5:00:50 GMT
Nadya was making her way to the owlery with a letter to Vera in her hand, full of complaints written in scrawled Russian. She had to ask her sister what they might plan while she and Lyuba were back for Christmas, because she was not about to spend the whole time shut up in their London apartment. Not for the first time, she was jealous of Vera for being older and having the freedom that came with being out of school. No Hogsmeade? If she didn't have the greenhouses and the forest on the grounds, she'd feel like she was imprisoned in the school.
As she opened the door to the tower, her thoughts were interrupted by a loud stream of familiar, angry words coming from the other figure inside. A purple-haired girl was standing in the middle of the owls, a mess of ink and parchment covering her clothes. Nadya raised an eyebrow, half not wanting to get involved with whatever disaster was going on here.
But Russian! Precious few people spoke Nadya's native language here, which was understandable, as it was Britain, but it was always nice to hear the sound of it. Even when the words were a creative and rather offensive barrage of sound. Nadya could not remember ever speaking to the other girl, but then she had not known who else would speak Russian here. It wasn't as if she had a chance to speak it, outside of with her sisters.
So she would stay, even offer a bit of help, just to find out where this girl came from. She pulled out her wand, walking across the messy floor. "Tergeo," she muttered, pointing the wand at the girl's ruined clothes in an attempt to clean out most of the ink. And then, in Russian, "What happened here?"
