The Salem Witches’ Institute is known for a modern approach to magic; a warm American informality between teachers and students; and a schoolwide sense of humor that verges on the dark and absurd.
(Source: unexplainedcinema)
slytherin-kawaii
cute and cunning
Dennis Creevey is the wizarding world’s most famous photographer. Who snuck into the nest of an enraged Fireball to photograph the birth of its young? Dennis Creevey. Who captured the front-lines of the latest Troll-Giant skirmish? Dennis Creevey. Creevey has only one explanation for this daring lifestyle: “My brother, Colin, is looking through a camera lens right now, wherever he is. And I don’t know, I guess this makes me feel like I’m looking back.”
(Source: ahandsomeallure)
In class, we read tea leaves and peer into crystal balls. But the future is not the hazy dregs of a cup, or the indistinct reflection which peers back at us. It can be certain, and the warnings very clear. Consider these three dreams:
1. Ms. Black, well-born, pure-blood, with a large and sinister role to play, saw herself drifting one night from the solid, discrete shoreline; until she came to a crumbling tower on an isolated island peopled entirely by shadowy figures, all lucidity gone.
2. Ms. Bell, not so well-born, half-blood, with a cursory and middling role to play, saw a necklace of such unnatural beauty — goblin made, or Borgin & Burke’s — and felt it twine around her neck, tighter and tighter, so as to suck out her very life.
3. Ms. Evans, not well-born at all, Muggle-born, with a heroic and small (for to die, she would tell you, is a very small thing indeed) role to play, dreamed of a growing storm to swallow the world, and in the distance such a small pinprick of hope, which she knew might only be reached by walking directly into the fierce green lightning.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful witch who deigned to help some well-born Muggles, believing that she could forge an alliance with them. And yet the Muggles were — as Muggles often are — so ungrateful, so grasping and greedy and careless and slow-witted, that they forgot her soon after. Although she awaited the birth of their child with joy, they neglected to invite her to the christening, and in fact sought to keep her from it, for she was grand and powerful and they were low and jealous. And so she cast a spell: if their child was as slow-witted and heedless as they were, then her fate would be an enchanted slumber, so that she might never grow into the greedy jealousy of her forbears. The child was careless and stupid, as Muggle-borns usually are, and slept until she died.
Oh. That is not how you tell the tale? How funny. Well, you would tell it differently, wouldn’t you.
(Source: hunter-and-the-wolf)
The new transfiguration professor.
Ms. Lovegood, Ravenclaw, returns from her first year at school to greet her closest friends. These being the nargles infesting the rustling pages, the moon frogs who come down every summer to live in the binding, and the humdingers who’ve taken up residence in the shelves, one might suppose she is rather lonely, and one would be right. Yet through shelves, books’ binding, and rustling pages one learns of those things at once fanciful and necessary: loyalty, courage, kindness, and truth.
And with these, in time, she will craft friendships.
You may discount certain residents of Malfoy Manor, for young Lucius possesses no affection for the elves, a complete disregard for his old man, and only a sort of lazy fondness for the mother that bore (and bores) him. But woe betide you if you fail to acknowledge the extreme loveliness of the peacocks.
For Perenelle things seemed to stretch on intolerably, as though she were back in one of Hogwarts’ long corridors, only the school was more weathered and less surprising and her path never, never ended: she never encountered a ghost or a hostile classmate or a marvelous portrait, or any unexpected dangers and delights; nothing could ever be unexpected anymore. And suddenly it seemed stupid to fear the unexpected.
“Nicholas, Albus,” she said, “I’m not at all tired.”
Nicholas was tired indeed. But he supposed, nonetheless, that he might have the situation in reverse. That they might have been sleeping all this time.
“I’ve often thought so,” Albus said, “And I’ve wondered what we might find, if only we did not fear waking up.”
It would surprise many of Celestina Warbeck’s die-hard fans to learn that she began in a common Knockturn Alley music hall, where she’d earned a reputation as something of a scarlet woman.
celestina!!!!!!!!!!!
(Source: livesandliesofwizards)
