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!
Isobel was dead-set on integrating Wolfgang back into society. First pulling him out of his bed behind the false pretense of needing help with homework, which turned into a heart-to-heart that left him up for hours, now dragging him out to the Christmas feast... She cared. And he, as angry with the world he was, could appreciate it. Even if she had been the one to leave five claw marks on his face. Even then.
In addition to Isobel's care, Wolfgang had woken up with his hair grown back. This time though, the magic had decided to work overtime, and his hair reached all the way down his neck. He had to admit -- it didn't look half bad swept backwards. Both of those things resulted with Wolfgang joining Isobel for the feast, albeit some ten minutes after it began, as he couldn't pick a shirt to wear. In the end, he'd opted for the same pink shirt she had tried to burn the first time they spent the night. Paired with a blue blazer and blue jeans -- he'd certainly worn worse outfits in his life. In...second year, probably.
Now they were sitting at the table, clutching both ends of a cracker. It popped with a loud blast, which made him flinch, and a cloud of turquoise smoke. He waved his hand in front, trying to dissipate the wisps of it and groaned in displeasure, when he noticed that their prize were a pair of paper crowns. "These things are obnoxiously loud," he said, leaning closer to Isobel, and in turn, the chicken legs that were located right by her plate.
It didn't take long for things to get weird. Reginald Jones, a Gryffindor nobody, waltzed in, acting like he owned the place. It was apparent he was trying to pretend to be angelic, but Wolfgang thought that he just looked like a poorly drawn cherub from late medieval art -- so ugly it brought tears to people's eyes.
His "gift" was just as ridiculous. The crystal was alright, but the picture next to it? Wolfgang chocked on the piece of chicken he was chewing. He swallowed hard and turned to Regi.
"You're the king? Well," Wolfgang grabbed one of the two paper crowns and looked at everyone else present. He spotted Matheus Delgado at the very end of the table, and he knew exactly what to do.
"I didn't vote for you. Delgado, catch!" he called out, throwing the paper crown towards the other Quidditch player.
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Post by ALMIR VILGOT ASKELAND on Sept 14, 2019 20:46:49 GMT
Almir decided to wear the Santa outfit Zoe gifted him. It was a sweet thought but it was a little tight around the chest. He couldn’t quite close it. For him that was no problem, it was quite warm anyways. If Runa was going to complain he’d just throw puppy eyes in her direction, that might work.
“Alright time to feast!” Almir put a barrel of gluhwein at the teacher’s table. No, he did not ask permission for this. After pouring himself a good pint, the part giant started hugging his co-workers. For now he skipped Zoe who seemed occupied with a student. This seemed like something he didn’t want to interrupt. Al was fine with missing the hug, knowing Zoe she’d collect one later. Ariella he also skipped because experience told him she wasn't found of hugs. Once he wrapped up his round of hugs, he sat down in his oversized chair. Not many other chairs could support his weight. “I’m so happy to share this yule feast with all of you lovely people. Big Al loves you all!”
The students seemed to have quite a rubble which made Almir laugh. Youth was an amazing thing. Seeing them brought him back to the good old days. If some people knew what he did at Durmstrang they’d probably wonder how a guy like this could become a Professor. “Alright who wants to see me break my egg-record?” Since eggs were good for muscle building, Almir ate them a lot. Sometimes he would try and see how many eggs he could fit in his mouth before eating them all. When he ate with Runa the menu was always vegetarian. At first he had trouble adjusting but now he was fine with it.
Post by NICOLAS DELGADO on Sept 17, 2019 14:31:06 GMT
He should’ve seen the clap coming still it hit all air out of his lungs. The hit made him stumble on his feet but somehow remained standing. Nicolas coughed and gave his brother a death panned look when he started bragging about his muscles. Matheus wasn’t dumb, but Nico understood why some people got that impression. The younger Delgado just face palmed and let the older one do his thing. “Oi!” With that as only warning he probed Matheus’ belly with his fingers to stop him from flirting. “Ew why is your belly hard?” The Ravenclaw blinked at the odd felling.
His big brother started talking about favors and hooking up. Nico looked at the Gryffindor as if Mat just ate his own booger. “That’s disgusting,” he said, the same expression still on his face. “I’m not going to hook up with you, we’re brothers.” Yikes. Besides he wasn’t like Mat. Matheus already had sex when he was Nicolas’ age. Meanwhile Nico hadn’t even kissed anyone. Was he behind on schedule?
His happy face returned however when Mat agreed on his plan. “You’re the best when you’re not being gross,” he hugged his brother again as they entered the hall. This would work, he was hopeful. His loud brother played his part excellently. Nico had no time to be embarrassed however. He too had a part to play. Opening the box, he filled it with as many long storage foods as possible and closed it up. This was frightening because he didn’t want to get caught. So, he did it as quickly as he could. His blue eyes sparkled with glee. They did it!
Nicolas nodded proudly once Mat settled down again. “Yes! Thanks a bunch!” Then a realization came and colour drained from his face. “Oh no,” he whispered. “Mat…. I forgot your cake,” he admitted with tears in his eyes. MATHEUS DELGADO
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Sept 19, 2019 16:18:21 GMT
The cracker opened with a loud "pop!", and though Isobel jumped slightly, she reached excitedly to see what was inside--only paper crowns, it turned out. "Sorry, I was hoping we'd get one of the cute figurines," she told Wolfgang, but she still grabbed one of the crowns, unfolding it and putting it on her head. "Think I could rival Queen Lizzie?"
It was when Reginald Jones entered the room that Isobel's enthusiasm for being the queen was dampened, as the Gryffindor's "gift" was one of the strangest she had ever received. And she'd received a few strange gifts over the years--her parents, while always meaning well, were not always the best at picking out gifts. This was way weirder. At least he'd somehow landed on her favorite color, blue, but why was he sending out pictures that made him look like he had duck lips? "What's up with him?" she hissed to Wolfgang, but he was already getting ready to toss his own crown across the table, along with a joke.
"How'd you come up with that? It's brilliant!" she said, giggling. Wolfgang's eyes were more lit up than she'd seen in weeks. Even if it had taken a Gryffindor weirdo to make him start to crack jokes again, she wasn't going to complain about the method. She reached for a spoonful of vegetables, piling them onto her plate, and then for another cracker. She decided that she liked this far better than Christmas at home, even if it did mean putting up with the Jones kid. Turning to Wolfgang, crown still on her head, she smiled. "Thanks for coming, Wolfgang. I really mean it. Can you imagine what I'd have to put up with here without you?"
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Sept 21, 2019 19:15:03 GMT
Junaid felt out of place and this could be read from his face. Despite being a Prefect he didn’t quite know what he was supposed to do. But there was food, so there was still hope. This was festive for terms of the UK but Junaid’s food loving heart broke a little each time he ate from their flavorless kitchen. It’d be rude not to eat this however, so he’d do his best to be open minded. When it came to food, that was quite a challenge.
Luckily for him his friend Roxanne settled next to him. Now he had some distraction from the blad food. The timing couldn’t be better. Before he could say hello several students performed some kind of act. Oh no, did he have to prepare something too? Was that the whole purpose of this?
His eyes shot to a Ravenclaw boy who seemed to have a mental breakdown. At this point Jun felt very much like joining him. However a Professor seemed to have handled it. Which left the Hufflepuff the opportunity to talk to Roxanne. The two hadn’t really talked much since the dance. He wondered what she thought about the ring. Slowly Jun realised that marriage wasn’t so simple and that British boys had a rough time finding a life partner.
“Hey,” he started, not knowing what else to say. “Didn’t you want to spend the winter days with your family?” This time it was a genuine question. Family was an important thing to him. Perhaps it was wise to find out if his future wife thought the same.
Roxanne still didn't meet Jun's eyes as she spooned some of the festive food onto her plate. She was aware that the whole dating thing was confusing, but she always thought she'd be able to figure it out when the time came. But she was not having such luck. She knew she probably should've asked Rose's advice, but the younger girl was, well, younger, and always said boys were stupid anyway. As she spent longer cutting her turkey than was ever normal, she knew she was just trying to buy time, but lucky for her--if she could call it lucky--Jun spoke first.
"Ah, well, I have a pretty big extended family, so some of my cousins are here to celebrate too," she answered, pleased that he didn't sound too awkward. Maybe they could leave the whole gift thing behind?
"And the ones who are back at home will send presents. This is what my grandmother knitted for me last year. It's still really warm," she said, gesturing at her sweater. Wait--she'd spoken too soon; now she'd brought up gifts! She bit her lip, looking at Jun and trying to figure out what he was thinking about. His face was so unreadable--or maybe that was her own nervousness. "My dad and uncle own the joke shop in Diagon Alley, and I live above it, so that's why I thought it would be more peaceful to celebrate here." The words spilled out of her mouth, and she tugged at one of her curls, wrapping it around her finger as was always her habit.
"I definitely hug a lot of people," Zoe said with a laugh and a nod of her head. "I guess I'm a go-with-the-flow kind of hugger," the young woman said with a shrug. "It really depends on the situation, as do most things in life," she couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as Alex declined her offer of getting The Big Boy to give him hugging lessons. "It's ok, I was apprehensive about getting a hug from such a ... muscular man. But look, I'm living proof he won't break you. I think even Miss Tyrell,"with the wicked rod rammed up her anus Zoe finished her thought without a flicker crossing her friendly, almost angelic, face and she continued, "has had a couple of hugs and lives to tell the tale." What was Almir's last name? " Errr... Skarsgard? Wait no that's Runa. Errr... Drottning?"
Speak of The Big Boy... Zoe's face lit up like a house on any Christmas movie ever made the moment the giant Santa Claus made his way into the hall. Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker, how Zoe had not had the pleasure of getting to know her colleague in a biblical sense was beyond her. She didn't have too much time to drool though as another magnificent entrance was made and Zoe couldn't help but give the ridiculous young man a laugh. Was he serious? Zoe wanted to reach out and feel the feathers in his pretend wings but found a pretty little present in front of her. "Wow, so kind, thank you Reginald, first of your name." If she caught Jack's eyes, she would definitely share a look with him that translated into we work with a bunch of crazies - I love it.
When Alex didn't recoil from her gentle touch, Zoe smiled a little. She didn't press him to look at her as he shared that he was scared that his parents were fading away - she knew that feeling. Could she remember the sound of her little brother's laughs? Yes, but sometimes she worried that it wasn't accurate at all. Memories weren't... like a video tape, that caught everything for prosperity just the way it had been. All of those videos and albums had melted in the fires. Thank God for those memories shared on Facebook. "Yeah.. I know. Time heals but like a scar... memories fade. I wish I could tell you different, kiddo," Zoe said with a soft voice, chewing her bottom lip. "But we can do our best to remember them. What were their names?"
With her own story being shared, Alex was super-sweet and consoling her with a hand on her own. Honestly, if Zoe was made of butter she'd have melted at the tender-hearted gesture. "Thanks, Alex," she mumbled and reached to wipe a solitary tear that threatened to fall from the corner of her eye. "My extended family... my mother has a sister her in England, actually. But she never spoke of her, I'm not even sure if she's still living," Zoe felt there must have been a reason her mother never mentioned her. She had no interest in digging up that particular past. Her uncle, her dad's brother, had committed suicide years earlier when the drought got too bad on the parent's farm. He'd never married... but that eedn't come into their Christmas discussion. It was already dark enough. "It's definitely one of the hardest things anyone will go through in their lifetime," Zoe said with a nod and squeezed the boy's arm gently.
"Why use a tool when you can just reparo the thing, eh?" Zoe said conspiratorially, chuckling and encouraged by Alex's small laugh. The jolly was gone as quick as it came though, and Zoe frowned as the boy tried to further convince her against her offer. "Well, I'll let you in on a secret - no body is normal," Zoe said in quiet tones, "nor are we always sweet or perfect. But that's what makes life interesting. For example... I'm not rich, I wish I could offer you the world because from the sounds of it... but I can't. What I can offer is a bedroom, a safe place, as much love as you do or do not want... maybe we can find some good things to do this summer, if I can get the adoption process happening in time. What do you say?"
Post by ALEXANDER GREENAWAY on Oct 3, 2019 11:04:17 GMT
A go-with-the-flow hugger, in complete honestly, sounded terrifying to Alex. He couldn't imagine ever being so relaxed that you just hugged people and didn't stress about where to place your hands, approximately how long the hug should last... "I still think I'm alright with not getting a hug. I mean, it's... it'd be getting hugged by a stone giant, I think, or... or... I dunno. I just reckon it'd be really awkward," Alex admitted sheepishly, before eyes widened at the thought of Almir hugging Professor Tyrell who was as tiny as an elf. She let people touch her? For some reason, Alex couldn't even picture that. The potions Professor very much seemed the type to snap at you if you accidentally bumped her whilst walking past. As Professor Savage started guessing at Almir's last name, Alex let out a quiet chuckle because, "Are you just guessing Swedish last name?"
I wish I could tell you different. So did Alex. He didn't want to know that the very few memories he had of his parents would keep fading as time passed by, until one day they were just... gone, too distant to even recall. "Their... their names were Gwen and Stephen," Alex told Zoe, the image of his parents dancing before his eyes. He felt like it was important to add, "Mum... she was Welsh. She used to sing me a lullaby before bed every night, and she always wore her hair down. She had glasses too, that she used to push up her nose all the time. My dad had blue eyes, and he always used to ruffle my hair when I walked past. I remember... he always used to talk to me about Star Wars and... and he..." Alex's voice draw taut, and he swallowed hard at the lump in his throat, shaking his head. Talking about them on Christmas... it was too much. "Is... what about your parents?"
Alex's hand remained on Professor Savage's for a while, a lot longer than he'd usually be comfortable with, but she didn't seem to mind. As she spoke.... it became more and more apparent that she was like Alex in a lot of ways, with no family to really speak of. He didn't know what had happened to the rest of his family, whether he had relatives that he just didn't know of that were out there or whether they were just... dead. But if there were any out there, then they didn't really count, right? Because if they did... they would have adopted him, and he wouldn't have ended up in and out of group homes for the last ten years.
Professor Savage, after unloading her worldly advice on Alex in all of her wisdom, asked him outright if he wanted to do this or not. Be adopted. It was a big decision, and he may end up regretting it in the future, but he wanted this. He wanted a family, one that he truly was apart of, more than he wanted anything in the world and so he found himself nodding. "I... yeah. Yeah, I... thank you. Thank you so, so... so much," he said, before he threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around Professor Savage's middle, eyes stinging with tears he tried his very best to keep at bay.
