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 ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on Aug 29, 2019 11:27:52 GMT
Third floor, fourth room on the right. Healer Pierre Selwyn. Almir repeated the instructions in his head as he made his way through the hospital. Wherever he walked, people turned their heads before continuing with what they were doing. Big black leather boots pounded through the hallway. “Or was it fourth floor, third room on the right?” The part giant mumbled to himself, doubting his own memory. “Odin’s beard I should’ve written it down.” He didn’t because he was scared he’d break all the quills at the reception. “Uh oh… Ma’m do you know where I can find- Oh! Thanks! think I have it.” He spotted a board that said: Plant Poisoning.
In enthusiasm the giant of a man started to skip like a new born pony in a field of grass. He’d found it on himself, Al was so proud. “Healer-!” Thunk. Like many times before he forgot to crouch upon entering the door and hit his forehead against the wooden frame. “Ow ow,” he rubbed his head, but his smile didn’t waver. “Pierre, pleasure to meet you. I’m Almir, you’re going to safe my life today, thanks in advance,” he greeted the healer with a too enthusiastic handshake, holding the unfortunate man’s hands between his enormous pair. “Eh you see the problem. I was being a big idiot again, not looking where I was going and BOOM! I fell onto Runa’s plants. I blamed the nifflers because I didn’t want to disappoint her again,” he grinned sheepishly.
“It seemed I got some seeds stuck in my chest and it started to grow, ehh.. Well You should have to see it for yourself. It hurts worse than the time I accidentally got to close to the centaurs and they started showering me in arrows.” With that as only warning he took off his black Nightwish shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. His muscular chest now had strange thin vines, they were still young. Almir couldn’t tell what it was because plants weren’t his department. “I was hoping it’d die with the sunlight or oxygen, but it seems to like it in my body.” Almir laughed nervously.
@pierre
Note: The vines are related to devil’s snare, its habitat is the amazon jungle. When young they aren’t dangerous yet, they’re less aggressive than its cousin but they can become poisons when fully grown. When they’re young they just leach onto living creatures like parasites and feed of their nutrients from the bloodstream. Which is the current state of the vines.
Hovering like an attentive mother over three self-stirring cauldrons, Pierre was thankful for the relative peace and quiet of the day so far that had given him time to do this. One cauldron was far larger than the other two; in it would make several dozen vials of calming draught that Pierre and other healers used on a regular basis. In another, smaller cauldron was brewing the antidote to uncommon poisons and the third was what Pierre paid most attention to. It was a wolfsbane potion to which he'd add a little extra wolfsbane every other vial or so later. Oops. Pierre caught himself grinning as if he were the Grinch and quickly adjusted his facial expression as a loud 'ow ow' interrupted his less than angelic reverie.
"Merlin's merciful aunt," Pierre was taken aback, his jaw agape as a King bloody Kong hurried into his perfectly set out room and took Pierre's dainty hands in his own. The delicate vials in the cupboards around them were teetering on the edge of shattering with each monstrous step the big man took and Pierre was sure he was too. At least the big man... was smiling? Pierre leaned his head back as far as he could to blink and take in the man's facial features amongst the hair and thankfully, after years of training, he was able to do that and listen to the story.
"Almir, good day," Pierre gave a small nod and attempted to snake his delicate healing hands out of the grasp of the part-giant. "Fell on Runa's plant," he noted, "seeds stuck on your chest - you were gardening naked?" Pierre asked with a cocked brow. Honestly, people needed to stop doing that. The other day he had to attend to a housecall as a patient was attached to his Devil's Snare by his little pants brain so was too afraid to use a fire charm... and too stupid to use light. "Yes, I think - " the healer was about to agree when Almir just whipped off his shirt. Definitely a nudist.
Pierre's first impression was... Merlin, yes, this was a delicious piece of man meat that stood before him. More than he'd ever even imagined, really. The man took a steadying breath and a couple of blinks to turn his professional brain back on. With a flick of his wand, Pierre's desk chair pulled up behind the patient. "Almir, can you please take a seat? I need to inspect the vines and I'm the size of a toddler compared to you," the man motioned to the chair with a small smile. "How long ago was the accident? Are they all just here on your chest?"because who falls on their chest? though moving vines beneath the skin might have scared Pierre straight after years of gay if it were on the giant's bottom half. "Sunlight has probably contributed them to retreating beneath the skin, unfortunately," the healer mused as he went over in his mind the different things that Almir had hurriedly told him. "Take a seat and if you don't mind... I'll get a feel for where they are all at. We'll need to get rid of them all at once, after all," and Pierre's fingertips were more than ready to go feeling around for vines. Look at those muscles.
Post by ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on Sept 13, 2019 15:13:06 GMT
Almir nodded at the adorable tiny man. “Yes, Runa is my best friend, we live together. The place is small, most plants and animals we keep outside but this one was indoors,” he explained and then laughed at the question, hitting the guy on the back. This was a funny doctor. “No, I was wearing boxers. Now I think about it…” He reached down to lift the fabric. “Odin’s beard, the same as I’m wearing today. Look there are hippogriffs on it,” he was amazed by the odd chance. Runa always knew to put his favorites on top after washing them. “They’re custom made because I cannot really fit in regular sizes,” he grinned and scratched the back of his head. Too small underwear hurt a man where pain wasn’t welcomed. A little voice in his head called Runa told him it wasn’t a good idea to show your underwear to he person trying to heal you. Too late for that.
His eyes turned to the seat the healer pulled. If chairs could sweat in fear, this one was doing it right now. “Um,” he was hesitant, but the smile of the healer convinced him. As gently as possible, he sat down on the poor thing. Almir could already hear it protesting as its legs started to bend under the weight. At this point the part giant started to sweat too. It was one thing to destroy furniture in your own house but doing it somewhere else made him feel bad. “Is it okay if I sit on the ground,” he asked with a sheepish grin as he moved up to sit down on the floor.
The long-haired man stroked his beard and thought of the accident. “About two weeks ago, I thought they’d go away but it’s starting to really hurt right now. Especially during work out. Hmm… I was cleaning the house while having a me-musical. Then I twirled and lost my balance and crashed.” Almir started flexing his muscles to see if he felt them somewhere else too. “Oh, they’re also in my right arm and tummy,” he answered the healer’s question.
Almir smiled and presented himself. “Feel free to touch anywhere you want to, Pierre. You’re the professional on this matter,” he told the guy, trusting him fully. Perhaps it came out as a bit of a flirt. The big guy had to behave at Hogwarts, but he wasn’t bound to having to set a good example here. Besides, this man was just doing his job. @pierre,
Runa's my best friend, the animals are usually outside - Pierre was taking in the information, with the flicker of an eyebrow movement at the statement. Good. Animals belonged outside. All of a sudden there was a fair slap to Pierre's delicate, dainty back and the healer yipped in surprise and pain, his sharp features bulging a little as he looked up at his patient in dismay. Merlin's merde, the Selwyn cursed as he struggled to regain his composure. "I guess we should thank Merlin for small mercies, then?" he commented, as he was in two minds about a reason to see the giant man's giant appendages... and seeing them infested with vines. Could that be enough to turn him permanently towards the opposite sex? The sides of his mouth pulled down as he decided it very probably would.
Then one look at that crazy other thing would bend him right back. Nothing good comes from something so... slimey.
Pierre glanced at the man's underwear and nodded that he'd seen the hippogriffs. "Gardening in your boxers - what could go wrong?" Pierre's thin lips pulled into a sarcastic smile as his delightful blue eyes skimmed over the tall man all the way to those piercingly... overwhelmingly friendly eyes. Pierre was taken aback, once again, by this. It's like they took all the friendly from his entire family and piled it into his man. It was... it was scary.
"Err.. yes you can sit on the floor," Pierre gently tugged the chair out of the giant's way and slowly walked around the man as he spoke. A small noise - perhaps the beginning of a chuckle? - left Pierre as the big man described the incident. Other than the Great Hall at Hogwarts, he couldn't imagine a living space truly big enough for this man to twirl without incident. He let his fingers trail along the man's skin as he walked around, feeling for the invasive vine.
"Two weeks? You must be in quite a bit of pain. It's going to feel worse before it gets any better, I'm afraid," Pierre tried very hard not to get too distracted by the dancing muscles. "Alright Almir, you can stop flexing for now. You have vines in your upper torso, tummy and right arm. They may have migrated to other areas and are just too small for you to feel but if we get rid of these today, we'll alleviate the majority of your pain. I'm sure your friend Runa can keep a good eye on you over the coming weeks."
The healer moved swiftly to the cabinets near where his cauldrons were self-stirring. "These vines despise heat and light, so,"as hot as you are, Pierre cut himself off and finished the sentence in his mind, "we will use that to our advantage. This particular salve creates intense heat - not enough to physically burn you, do not worry, and we will begin by applying it on the extremeties to slowly... corral them. I'll make the room dark and make two small incisions - they should exit the body on their own."
Pierre brought the salve over and stood in front of Almir. "Are you ready?" Pierre certainly could hardly wait to start lathering the big man up from the waist.
Post by ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on Jan 2, 2020 13:36:42 GMT
Almir was just bright enough to catch the obvious sarcasm, he didn’t mind though. The part giant shrugged. “I get hot and sweaty quickly, I come from the snowy mountains of the North you see. Besides that I keep ripping my shirts while working. It is getting rather expensive and I’d like to think of the environment,” he explained with a sheepish chuckle. It was hard enough to find a shirt that fit. The ones that fit were often being washed because he needed them for classes.
With a nod, Al sat down with a loud thud. The man made an adorable noise that made Al want to hug him, but he remembered what Runa said about hugging random people. It’d be nice to have his muscles inspected if it was in other circumstances.
The Professor listened to what the healer told him, trusting the expert to do the thing. It sounded very logical even if Almir didn’t quite know how it worked. Plants were cool but not his field of expert. Usually they were food to his creatures and beings. “Sounds amazing, doc. You’re a lifesaver,” he said and forgot the hugging rule for a second. When Runa’s voice appeared in his consciousness, he let the man go. “Whoopsie, sorry there.”
Despair filled his eyes when heat was announced. “Am I going to melt?” The large male gasped dramatically as if he was made of ice. Despite the fear, he nodded and went along with the plan. The warmth made him nervous and he was already panting as if he was in a sauna at the mere thought. “Y-yeah… Uhh could I get the towel before I create a lake of sweat in the room?”
Hovering like an attentive mother over three self-stirring cauldrons, Pierre was thankful for the relative peace and quiet of the day so far that had given him time to do this. One cauldron was far larger than the other two; in it would make several dozen vials of calming draught that Pierre and other healers used on a regular basis. In another, smaller cauldron was brewing the antidote to uncommon poisons and the third was what Pierre paid most attention to. It was a wolfsbane potion to which he'd add a little extra wolfsbane every other vial or so later. Oops. Pierre caught himself grinning as if he were the Grinch and quickly adjusted his facial expression as a loud 'ow ow' interrupted his less than angelic reverie.