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!
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Jul 26, 2019 12:18:26 GMT
Well this was all a disaster wasn't it? Kaylie finally managed to wear a bloody dress and for what? To become a target of some angry teenagers with puberty issues? Were they really so ridiculous to attack innocent kids? Kids that had nothing to do with the werewolf bullshit the world was dealing with to make what kind of a point? Non werewolves are morons too? Well.. point made. Kaylie on the other hand seemed to be unable to make her point with this nurse.
Yes she lost a lot of blood and you know what helps with that? A bloody potion. The blonde rolled her eyes as she was seated on the bed. "Look this bed is for kids who need it not me." she said trying to convince this woman for the past few hours. Yet the nurse was very much convinced she had to stay and let the potion work. Her lips formed a pout but her eyes found another person in here.
"I think she needs help." she said and watched the nurse leave. Kaylie grinned and hopped off the bed and snuck out hiding behind other kids until she reached the exit and slipped out of the hospital wing with a laugh of victory. The blonde almost whistled on her way out, she wanted to know if Alana was okay after her snack.. of sorts and the look on Aiden's face which would be priceless to say the least.
Even when he was a general asshat she was highly convinced that Aiden had a soft spot for her. No rude comments unless she deserved it and even when she did she grinned because bashing with Aiden was like a hobby these days. Kaylie saw it as the therapy she didn't have to pay for. The blonde headed for the dungeons and cocked her head to the side as she basically run into the wrong blonde.
"Selwyn." she greeted and rose an eyebrow. "Glad to see you are alive and not one of them." she wasn't sure if she meant it but Selwyn was a bitch to deal with whenever she was in a bad mood. It was like those grandmother memes trying to convince the world how much of a bitch she is when she was sure deep down somewhere she was just a puppy with her own problems. Not that Kaylie cared.
After all of the commotion that had occurred in the great hall and after being interviewed by aurors themselves, Vinda was not happy. What a waste of her time, they should have been interviewing solely the attackers. Not her. She had better things to do than stand around, talking to some Ministry officials and recounting her version of events. Her version - as if Vinda didn't remember clearly what happened, as if what she was saying wasn't factual and the gospel truth.
Pushing the loose tendrils of blonde curls over her shoulder, Vinda's head was lifted high as she walked the dimly lit corridors, heading straight for the Slytherin common room. She needed to get out of the heels she was wearing a.s.a.p. and she refused to walk along the ground without them. Who knew what germs the cold, concrete floor had picked up along the years? Who knew when somebody had last bothered to scourgify the ground? She wasn't about to risk losing a foot all because certain people didn't uphold the same hygiene standards as herself after doing unspeakable things on the dungeon floors.
It was when Vinda rounded the corner that she was met with a very unpleasant sight. "Are you trying to contaminate the masses with another form of bodily fluids, Rousseau?" she said, nose scrunching up as she withdrew her wand and pointed it straight at the young woman. "This is more for my sake than yours. I don't want my eyes to end up bleeding on account of... well, you." With that, Vinda cast a quick 'tergeo' over the girl, watching with a satisfied twist of her lips as all of the blood was siphoned off Kaylie's dress. "I'm surprised you weren't one of them, given your love for magical creatures." She was, of course, hinting at Kaylie's relationship with Alana Valentino who had all of a sudden outed herself as a creature of the night.
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Aug 11, 2019 8:55:13 GMT
Some stories just seemed to get older by the day. The blonde girl eyed the other blonde who seemed not very pleased to see her. The feeling was quite mutual, Vinda had her mean streak and her words could cut like knives but the one day where Kaylie would even show a hint of caring about her words, insults or whatever vicious came from her lips would be the day hell froze over. "Oh we both know that you'd enjoy it." she returned and rolled her eyes.
Vinda was hot no doubt but sleeping with her would probably be like sleeping with a damn pole, not much fun now is it? Kaylie's eyebrow arched slightly as Vinda pointed it at her. "Lucky for you I am too tired to show you a good time." she added and nodded at the wand. "You can put your boyfriend away." but then Vinda used some kind of cleaning spell on her dress. Well that was a new one.
"Thanks I guess?" she didn't really understand why Vinda would even clean her dress. "Right.. of course it is." she smirked. Her smirk faded as well as a comment when Vinda mentioned the attackers and her love for magical creatures. Oh for fuck's sake why could Kaylie not have one single fucking conversation without Alana's vampirism being brought up. "Very original, I'm sorry to disappoint. Excuse me for not participating to create mass chaos. As you well know, whoever pisses me off gets a punch in the face." Kaylie didn't care for riots.
"Bunch of pysochopaths.. the lot of them." she said and eyed her own dress. "God this thing needs to go. I hate dresses."
"Enjoy it? Hardly. I don't much enjoy staring down at badly blended roots," Vinda bit back, voice as cold as a gust of wind in the middle of winter. If Kaylie thought Vinda would find even a semblance of pleasure in her company, then she was more of a mess in the head than Vinda had thought she was. Besides, she didn't like women that way and if she did, Kaylie would not be her first pick.
"What a pity. I suppose your bed sheets will just have the delightful experience of you along with the stench of cheap cigarettes and whatever bottle of alcohol you've downed this evening instead of me," Vinda said, clicking her tongue lightly. She, quite frankly, didn't care why Kaylie did such uncouth things like smoking and... drinking. That was for weak people, for cowards who didn't want to face the reality of their lives, for people like her mother. It made Vinda sick to her very stomach.
Ignoring the jibe about her wand being her 'boyfriend' because yes, so original, Vinda ignored the order to put away her wand in general. If this girl thought she was going to order Vinda around like some house elf, then she thought wrong, and Vinda twirled her wand gracefully between her fingers to prove it. Then the apology for not participating in 'mass chaos,' had Vinda's well-maintained brows raising because it was so... caveman like. She bet if she looked hard enough, she'd find hair spurting from Kaylie's chest. "I do happen to recall that, from Defense Against the Dark Arts. I bet your girlfriend just loves you standing up for her because Alana obviously can't defend herself, right?" Wrong. They used to be friends or... acquaintances, she supposed, before the despicable truth came out. Vinda knew Alana had a good set of claws and wasn't afraid to use them.
Bunch of psychopaths was something that Vinda actually agreed with because... whoever attacked on the behalf of werewolves wasn't right in the head. In fact, they were so wrong that it was laughable. "They wouldn't be defending them if they'd see the type of monstrosities those creatures were capable of," Vinda said, shaking her head. This was a driving cause behind Pierre's mission, and hers too... they were sick. Werewolves didn't deserve to breathe the same air as them. "Perhaps you should burn it, like that dress rightfully deserves along with the rest of the sixth year students idea of formal wear."
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Aug 17, 2019 7:33:24 GMT
Wait hold the fuck up. Did she just call Kaylie a bottom? Oh hell no. She was NOT a bottom and her blonde colors were natural so that was two wrongs in one whole sentence. "Girl you got your knickers in a twist if you think I am a bottom. I like a girl on top but when it comes down to it.. I am the girl on top." she said feeling slightly insulted here. Kaylie used to sleep around a bit here and there before she dated Alana, Vinda just missed her chances then.
"Ouch. Well I'm sure the next person here can give you a good time though..." she eyed the wand. "I don't use toys.." she said before looking back at Vinda. She then spoke about Alana again. What is it with people and bringing up her girlfriend the first chance they get? Did they really think it would hurt Kaylie's feelings? Make her cry and tear up? No. "Oh right because being with someone means you gotta be their little bitch right? Is that why you act like you're on top? You just want a submissive girl or boy instead?" She asked and grinned.
"I am not anyone's bitch. If i want to stand up for my girlfriend and punch someone in the face just to prove that I give a damn.. I will." she added and crossed her arms over her chest. Kaylie didn't care how big of a set of claws Alana had, in the end she would have her back and that meant she would fight for her, not be her little bitch and stand behind her like she was less than her girlfriend.
"This world is going to hell and it's going to drag us all down with it." she said and shrugged. "Burn the dress? Eh I suppose." she looked at the thing. "I would love to see you trying to put those designer crap on me." she said and smirked a bit more. "Want to get a cup of coffee or something? I'd say I could use a drink but you're obviously not a big fan of that... you can bitch me out over a cup of coffee instead.."
At first, Vinda thought that someone had decided to hit Kaylie with a babbling charm with the way she was needlessly yammering on about tops and bottoms, and then it hit her. Vinda had never even given somebody the honour of brushing their dry, uncared for lips against hers, she wasn't well-versed in this whole area (not that she'd admit that), but she wasn't some idiot. She'd spent enough time around Pierre to realise what Kaylie was saying. "It's a shame your lover has to go without because you feel so strongly with topping. Guess give and you shall receive isn't a saying you follow, hmm?"
"The 'next person'? I'm not sure if you've seen the rest of the student population, but they leave a lot to be desired for. I'd rather they leave the sweaty, awkward teenage fumbles for each other, not me," Vinda said shortly, because if she were to go to bed with somebody, it would not be with some sixteen year old boy who lacked so much finger dexterity that they couldn't even hold their wand properly. Kaylie was talking about submissive girls and boys in the blink of an eye and Vinda leveled her with a withering look. "I don't act like I'm on top. I am on top. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to re-evaluate their view on Hogwarts social hierarchy."
Was Kaylie being purposefully dense? Did she not understand that Vinda was saying Alana could stand up for herself, that the Ravenclaw girl didn't need somebody to do it for her? She wasn't sure how that translated into being a 'bitch' or not being one, and so Vinda simply raised an eyebrow in reply. She wasn't going to spell it out for her.
"I wouldn't insult my 'designer crap' by putting you in it. They're worth a lot more than you are," Vinda said flippantly, like she was commenting on the weather instead of outright insulting Kaylie to her face. When Kaylie invited her for coffee, Vinda studied her for a moment. But then she said the magic words, that she could 'bitch her out,' and she nodded curtly. "I'm not having all those sweeteners and unnecessary things in my coffee like some uncultured child. A machiatto only." If anyone asked, she always told them that it was because regular cappucinos made her bloat, but in actuality, she didn't want to blow up to the size of a balloon by drinking them regularly. She didn't want her dresses to become too tight, didn't want her grand-mere to comment on all the weight she'd gained at Christmas, the same weight Vinda was convinced she could see in the mirror when she squeezed the skin near her stomach.
