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!
Positive Traits: intelligent, cunning, charming, humorous, passionate Negative Traits: selfish, easily bored, sarcastic, over ambitious, clumsy Quirks and Habits:
* Declan strongly believes in friday the 13th. * Declan sits like a woman sometimes, crosses his legs. He often gets laughed at because of it. * When Declan gets angry he tends to throw things. * Declan names objects and gets attached to them. His pen is called Steve.
Likes: fruit, ice cream, reading, adventures, potions, cars Dislikes: girls, classical music, dancing, rabbits, cherry flavored candy. Boggart: His sister the size of Godzilla Mirror of Erised: A big red comfy chair like his father sits in. Patronus: hawk
HISTORY
- When Declan was smaller, about six years old, he wanted a rabbit very badly. He kept whining for what felt like forever to both his parents about wanting it. After a few weeks his mother made his father give him a rabbit and once Declan got it and tried to cuddle it the rabbit bit his bottom lip. Declan threw the rabbit into his mother's arms and forever held a grudge against them.
- During Christmas last year, Declan was wearing a beautiful suit that looked almost exactly like his father's. It made him feel superior and when he was sitting at the dinner table he tried to steal some of his father's liquor. But as Declan did so he hit a glass of water with his elbow and the water splashed all over him and his manhood. He then tripped over his chair and ended up throwing the chair aside and some of the food as well out of anger because he looked ridiculous in front of his father.
- His sister angered Declan during the summer. They got into a very heated argument and suddenly he felt the world getting bigger and his sister became huge. She ended up putting him into a jar and he was terrified, whiny and sounded like he had inhaled helium. After a while his mother found out and made him get back to his original size. Ever since then he is terrified of shrinking or his sister growing taller.
Time came and went, it was both frustrating and peaceful. The slight ticking sound of a clock having their own rhythm. It had it's own beat, tick tock every single time and repeat. The beat was simple and known to every soul because a beat like this was heard by every single person in the world. No matter how poor or rich everyone knew the ticks and tocks of the clock.
It was an actual clock that Scorpius had been staring at for quite some time. Truth be told he didn't even know how long he had been staring at the clock. The clock was ticking and tocking loudly to the young boy's ears as he waited for his owl to return from delivering a note to his dear mother.
If anything Scorpius was a family kid, he loved his parents equally and strongly for all they do for him and have done for him. He was loyal to them as he expected them to be loyal to him in their own way. Scorpius tried to honor the name but he honored himself as well and he was not like any other kid.
His blood status meant nothing to him. Scorpius had been curious about it for sure, he had studied his blood hoping for a result that would explain why some people considered themselves better than another, but he couldn't find such reason. He couldn't really find anything that signified why he was supposed to be better than someone else.
Scorpius snapped out of his thoughts when the sound of a crackling fire came from his bed. The boy was seated on the floor, staring at the clock, but moved slowly from his seated position to check on the noise. There was note with slightly burned edges on his bed. The answer from his mother.
With a sigh he got up on his feet, used his hands to adjust his uniform to the perfectly neat and well representable state, his hand went for the note and slipped it into his pocket before heading out of his dorm. Scorpius thought about maybe picking up something to eat from the kitchens before visiting his mother.
Scorpius was not aware that anyone would want his attention purely because he hasn't spoken to any of the people he was friends with in his own house. Suzie wasn't here, she would have made her presence well known if she was and his mother wouldn't be in the common room but yet the touch of hands on his shoulders, the little amount of pressure drilling through his skin and bones made him jump up ever so slightly.
It was easily noticed by the person who touched his shoulders that way and the boy quickly turned to face the one who did so. Please do not let this be a girl, was all that ran through his mind but his bright blue eyes met a male figure, definitely older than him and his name had slipped Scorpius's mind at that time.
"Me?" his voice had a hint of fear but his posture was still strong and not as nervous as he felt on the inside. The boy rose his eyebrow a little bit and cocked his head curiously. "What could I possibly help you with?" the curiosity had taken over his other senses, Scorpius was after all a young boy and he didn't have many friends.
"If this is about homework, I will not ask my mother to do you any favors. That is quite a horrible approach to the subject she teaches." his eyes were a bit stern.
"Not to mention very obvious, why would a second year care about higher level charms he surely wouldn't be able to perform anyway?" Scorpius then realized it might not be about the subject, maybe the boy approached him for his own attention and talents.
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