Marauders Appreciation Week [5/7] - One Rivalry
The three Black daughters were inseparable as children, but the Wizarding War broke families apart without discrimination. Andromeda’s marriage to a Muggleborn cracked deep fractures in their sisterhood. Bellatrix, the eldest, went mad with the belief that pureblood supremacy must be imposed. Andromeda, the middle sister, tried to put as much distance as possible between herself and the bloodshed. All the while, Narcissa, the youngest, only wanted to keep her family together. As a trio, the Black sisters had intelligence, power, and cunning. Apart, the filthy war would ruin them all.
Suraj Sharma as Harry Potter
Lasse Pedersen as Ron Weasley
Jordan Richardson as Hermione Granger
SO. MUCH. LOVE.
“Dear Professor McGonagall,
Thank you so much for your well wishes. It has been quite a challenge, settling into my new position here at Salem, but you were quite right that it was just the change I needed after the last few years. The Salem Institute is far different in many ways, but just enough the same that I’ve been able to get my feet under me: the grounds are beautiful, my fellow professors have been exceedingly welcoming, and I’ve managed to establish myself well with my students. Its amazing how similar but different our students are: especially the muggleborns. They all still have that same sense of wonder, but the Americans seemed to have figured out that simply throwing Muggleborn students in head first and seeing if they sink or swim isn’t the best method of teaching.
I know it remains a sensitive subject between us, but I do hope that now that you’re in charge of the school, you can implement some of the reforms we have discussed. I still don’t feel any of our previous Headmasters were entirely fair or practical in their management of the School, whatever motivations we may ascribe them. Hogwarts should never be treated like a bastion of power for whatever mage is strong enough to hold the reins. The education of young minds is not the lever by which one should build their own authority. I’m sure you, at least, can be counted to hold onto that sacred trust where so few can.
As to your other question…While it was always my dream to return to teach at Hogwarts…well after the war, I don’t know if I’ll ever really be ready to come back. You’re right, of course, that now is a time for rebuilding, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to walk through those doors again and not relive that dreadful night, especially not with some of the new spectres I’ve heard have taken up residence. I know I did everything I could have done, but I still don’t know if I can look into their eyes everyday knowing I made it out and they didn’t. I will always be a proud Gryffindor, but that might be more than even I can stand.
I hope this finds you well otherwise, and please pass along my regards to the rest of the staff,
-Demelza, August 2001.
PS: I’ve just come in from watching one of their quodpot games, and I have to admit that I’m beginning to see their preoccupation with the game. It is certainly more team-oriented than Quidditch and the tactics are quite interesting. If you ever visit us here (Headmaster Lansky seems quite interested in having more international visitors, even for brief periods) I will have to take you to a game.”
(Today would be the birthday of the greatest transfiguration professor to ever lead a small army of desks against the forced of darkness, Minerva McGonagall. She would be 79.)
I sincerely believe that by 7th year Ravenclaws would just tell the door to their common room to fuck off and it would open for them
In a secluded area of Mount Hiei, shrouded in mist, the Japanese Institute for Magical Practices spirals gracefully into the sky. The school is a series of elegant pagodas built to impossible heights with a multitude of connecting bridges crisscrossing like a bird’s nest. On the ground is an elaborate garden with a sprinkling of ponds. A kaleidoscope of fish zigzag through the water, sometimes even taking to the air like birds due to rather peculiar abilities gained over time through overexposure to magic. Students often take immense pleasure in enchanting a cherry blossom downpour to trail people who have wronged them; the charm usually remains intact for well over a week unless a teacher takes pity upon the student and dispels the spell. While they have mastered wandless magic through the use of talismans, pockets of the Japanese wizarding community have slowly begun to adopt the use of wands following its rise in popularity all over the world, although wandless magic still takes precedence, and wands are more often tucked behind their ears or used to hold up their hair than to practice magic.
WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: SCANDINAVIAFormed shortly after the Kalmar Union in protest against Durmstrang’s growing acceptance of the Dark Arts, the Scandinavian Academy for Sorcery Studies is situated in an undetectable location in Hinnøya for students predominantly from Denmark, Norway, and Sweden (and occasionally Finland, Iceland, and the Faroe Islands on account of their historical associations with the region) whose parents preferred for them to be educated in a more sympathetic environment. There is a large heated bubble on the outskirts of campus created for astronomy studies (by far the most popular academic stream at the school) where students can observe the night sky with an unobstructed view. A particular branch of divination correlating to celestial patterns and the movement of stars is studied intensively, and students occupy a large portion of their time speculating various outcomes of the alignment of stars and planets (overheard in the halls: “If Venus and Jupiter had been two degrees closer, I guarantee you I would have found that rogue troll already. The planets have not been helpful lately.”).
Perhaps the most ancient school still in operation, the Egyptian School for Young Sorcerers is a grand palace disguised to muggle eyes as an insurmountable sand dune that no one has ever had the audacity to climb. In the heart of the palace is a spacious courtyard with a kaleidoscope of blossoming flowers, meandering cats oblivious to their surroundings, and pools of glimmering aquamarine filled with a continual supply of water drawn through underground tunnels from the Nile for leisure use on days when the heat is unbearable. The school boasts a vast chamber of books and scrolls (a number of which were salvaged from the library of Alexandria), some dating as far back as the age of Hatshepsut. Students can often be found draped lazily over chairs and large cushions reading for hours on end. According to rumoured legend, there is a concealed room with hieroglyphics holding spells to prolonging life and communing with the gods, although its discovery remains nigh impossible as (unbeknownst to students) its location changes every day, and those who have had the luck of stumbling upon it by accident often find themselves with a sudden academic dilemma in great need of immediate resolution (although they never seem to remember what it was that sent them stumbling through their professor’s doors).
The Brazilian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a smattering of low-rise cottages hidden in the coastal forests of Bahia near a mid-sized bay where Senhor Cardoso’s martial arts students like to practice a fusion of defensive magic and capoeira (often to an audience of wide-eyed first-years), and build soaring sand castles to pass the time. Wands were introduced by immigrants and have grown in popularity with the diversification of the student body; however, the use of focal objects and organic magic still remain prominent. Students dress in demure robes throughout the year, and break out their flashiest clothing for Carnival during which there is an unofficial competition for the most creative clothing enchantments (glitter-burst charms are common, as are colour-shifting spells although they do tend to backfire and turn clothes an ugly medley of brown and vomit-yellow if the fabric doesn’t take well to enchantments).
The Young Witches and Wizards’ Preparatory Academy of Magic is not one but two single-sex schools hidden deep within the misty green swamps of Louisiana. The schools are widely known amongst the American wizarding community for it’s infamous reputation of being the rowdiest academy for young wizards and witches resulting from a fierce inter-school rivalry cultivated through centuries of competition and trickery-wars. Students are frequenters of the headmistress and headmaster’s offices for hexing unsuspecting muggle wanderers, and hosting inter-school midnight dueling matches in the marshes. Legend has it that there is a gargantuan alligator, the unfortunate victim of various experimental (and ultimately irreversible) engorgio charms, lurking in the general vicinity of the schools, although no one has laid eyes on the beast in centuries.
WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: SOUTH AFRICAClinging haphazardly to the jagged sides of the Drakensberg escarpment, the South African Institute for Witches and Wizards is an impressive conglomeration of architectural wonder and eccentric contraptions that keep the sprawling institute welded to the steep slopes of the mountains. Many say roaming the institute is an arduous test of one’s stamina as the primarily vertical layout of the institute relies on a plethora of stairs to navigate (luckily it has gotten better after the restriction on the indoor use of broomsticks was lifted). Over centuries, many pockets of shallow caves have been dug out and furnished by students who like to spend their free time observing the vast landscape before them from high up in the mountainside. The student population supplies much of the profits for Mava’s Zoomtastic Glasses, which is a popular accessory for observing the abundance of wildlife that roam the lands.
Disguised as a Mayan ruin in the jungles of Chiapas, the Mexican School for Enriched Magical Studies is a sturdy moss-covered structure blanketed by lush greenery. The students are no strangers to muggle tourists ambling about, and will often pose as fellow tourists or locals and interact with them, making them one of the most outgoing, lively, and tolerant communities in the wizarding world. For festivals, students like to don vibrant headdresses, and the school becomes a kaleidoscope of colour as girls twirl around like tops, their skirts lifting up into the air, filling empty space with colour and painting the school with embellished splendour. The campus often reverberates with music from the school’s ghost mariachi band who plays cheerfully day and night; although it tends to get annoying at times, the constant activity makes the school feel like home.