#durmstrang aesthetic

[gellertalbus]

[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum! … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy!Fem!reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!reader

Part 1/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: cursing, mention of fighting parents

Malfoy reader, Durmstrang, no voldy au, fictional wizards names (side characters)

AN: this is longer then I expected but be prepared for next pt

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“No! This is final they will go-“ boomed masculine voice before being interrupted by high pitched yell. “LUCIUS!” The man in question was furious. “Narcissa don’t you dare-“ your mother started crying. “Luci, please let at least one be close to me.” She foolishly hoped that she could persuade her husband. If she convinces him once maybe she will twice. You were aware of the whole situation. They have been arguing about this whole education thing for months. You were soon to be turned 11 and your Hogwarts letter came two days ago. However your father wanted you to go to Durmstrang. It wasn’t that common to have girls attending, but it was not an oddity and single incident either. Doing your research you learned that only 2 girls would be attending while you will be at school and both of them were much older than you. You knew that your mother wanted both of you to attend Hogwarts, but father was dead set on Durmstrang. You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around you saw your little brother. Teary eyed and with messy hair. He was 7 and much more softer than his big sister. “Why are mum and dad fighting?” He whispered, tears spilling. You hugged him. He didn’t have to hear all of this. The empty hallway not helpful for your words of encouragement “don’t worry I will fix it” your brother hugged you back and yawned. It was by far past his bed time. You took him back to his room and put him to sleep, singing a lullaby. After he was sound asleep you went back to the hallway to hear your parents still arguing. Narcissa was crying and Lucius was fuming. After taking deep breath you knocked on the door to father’s study. Your parents stopped their “talk” and opened the door angrily. “Didn’t you went to sleep?!” Your father said rather strictly. “I couldn’t sleep and by chance I heard you two, so if I may add my opinion to this: I would go to Durmstrang under one condition.”

And that’s how you ended up in the small castle on north. You were cold from the harsh weather and environment. When you arrived via floo power to your new school you have been greeted by cold stares. You did your research on how things are done around here so you practiced in front of mirror your speeches to every possible scenario. You straighten your shoulders and went straight to great hall, where many students were gathered. Students were sitting around round tables and were chatting. You immediately noticed that there have been almost no girls. You were expecting that, but it is still kinda disappointing. Principal Karkaroff took your attention. He spoke in heavy accent. “New students!” Trying to make an impression of strong and powerful man. Everyone was silent in that instance. “You shall train your hardest! You will be excelling in many ways and techniques. If not, you will be punished.” then he clapped his hands once and everyone started talking again. Was this your que to go and eat? You looked around. New attendees were as confused as you. Deciding to take action you marched to one of the tables full of students. One thing you reminded yourself was to stay strong. “Hey” you said as you sat down between two older boys. They could have been 16 or 17 if you could guess. “Oi! We have a brave one here! Sitting with your superiors” Said the one on your left. “Get lost twerp” said the one on your right showing his shoulder into yours. This might be just a test! You were feeling tired after long day and didn’t have patience for them. You took one breath before smiling at the boy “listen to me! I would highly suggest for you to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you…permanently.” You shove him with your finger. “You are just a dumb loud mouth with no respect! And I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour” you said lowly. “So shut up before I will shove my wand in your eye and your wand up your arse.” You grabbed plate and started eating. To be honest you were scared. Like scared so much you were almost shaking. Key word almost. “I like ya kid” he said after a while. His friends agreeing and started chatting with you.

His friends agreeing and started chatting with you. That was the best nerve-reliever. You heard from all of them that this is almost as a trial to see who is more suited for this school and for what group. You happened to chose the popular kids. After you took your first bite you noticed another kid across from you. He was same age as you. He looked at you and visible sparkle in his eyes. But not for long. Because the whole “trial thing” happened again. You just ate your meal, which was warm, still it looked disgusting but you were far too hungry to care. This was supposed to be some kind of shredded meat with mashed potatoes. After more chatting your stomach was full. That was when the boy on your left said “You two should head to dormitories and sleep” and when the young boy asked where to find them the older one replied with snarky “figure it out” you spun around. The only thing that popped in your mind was asserting dominance. You will not be showed around. “He asked you a question give him a proper answer.” You said. The tall boy towered above you. “And what are you gonna do about it? You don’t even know a single spell” you pull out your wand. It was pretty cherry wood with unicorn hair and ivy leaves. “Wanna bet ? I will avadakedavra your arse.” You pointed to him with your wand. “You are amazing kid!” He patted your head after a while. “Come with me.” He led you two in corridors and hallways pointing out every classroom and room. He was much nicer than before. “And here are the first years” he smirked. “Wasn’t so bad right?” You laughed. He patted your head again and took off. You looked at the young boy beside you. “Y/n, Y/n Malfoy” you outstretched your hand. The boy smirked “Viktor, Viktor Krum” he mimicked your introduction and shook your hand. The two of you made your way through the door to se a long hallway with many doors. On each door was a nameplate.

You found out that every room was shared. Two people in each one and one small shared bathroom. You prayed you got your room with a girl or alone. From the manor you were custom to having your own place and bathroom. And not going to lie it was big. But when you arrived at the end of the corridor and no other girl names were placed you were pleasantly surprised. You had your own room! The door beside yours read V. Krum and A. Landsprout. “Looks like we are neighbours!” you said to Viktor. “Oh! I vos not expecting a roommate” he said as he opened the door and found out his suitcase on one of the beds. You did the same. The only difference in your room: there was only one bed. You took a look around. A dresser on the right from the door, next to bed under a shelf. You stepped into the room further, taking in the pretty grey wallpaper. You looked at the table which was situated under a window opposite side of your bed. And in the end of the room there was a small bathroom. Decided to unpack you heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in” you said. You saw Viktor. “Can ve talk?” He asked. Straight forward, you liked that. “Sure” you smiled. Your smile brightened this dark place. “How did you know vot to do? You seemed so confident either. Almost like you have been here.” He sulked. You let out a laugh. Viktor felt embarrassment creeping to his cheeks. “I was shaking in my boots. Before I came here I practically rehearsed every single conversation and scenario I could think of. I also read a lot about the school and its traditions.” Viktor looked at you again. “So you practiced?” You nodded. “My parents vonted me to be more confident, to be someone …like you were today so they sent me here. And it’s also a tradition.“ he opened up. In whole 11years he never opened up that quickly to someone. “So do you think you could help me?”

You two become best friends in no time. Supporting each other in trouble, when you had hard time or even tutor each other. Sometimes the education process was hard and you cried to Viktors chest while he awkwardly patted your back. But you were doing this for your little brother, you reminded yourself. And you had Viktor and your older friends to support you. But Viktor was here for you as you were here for him every step of the way. The teaching style in Durmstrang was harsh. Often disciplined students by whipping spell or crucio. You were glad that you and your friends were rather smart, so you don’t have to see them in pain. You have to remind yourself time and time again that you are doing this for Draco. He would broke in your place.

One afternoon in December, right after class with your potions professor you catch up with Viktor. “Do you understand the formula?” You asked. “Oh yeah.” He chuckled. You pout and looked at him with puppy eyes. “Can you help me please?” You begged. “You know ve are not supposed to do that” Viktor was amused. You were excellent at charms but terrible at potions. Non the less he would help you, just like you would help him with charms and transfiguration. In most cases it was just his accent troubling him. You two met in your room and went over and over the formula. You were super worried about not doing it right. Although Viktor was excellent tutor he failed to teach you this. And in your next lesson with professor Grimdale you managed to mess up the potion. “Miss Malfoy! Care to remind me what was the correct formula?” You tried to remember, but due to your nerves acting up you simply couldn’t. Was this your first punishment? Right before Christmas? Oh no! “You are talentless! Hopeless potion maker!” He yelled. You were expecting to be strike with cruciatus spell, after all some other students were disciplined like that. Instead of the crucio came whipping. One whip strike for each of your hands, for making a mistake. You shut your eyes in pain trying so hard not to make a sound. Most of your classmates were punished more if they made a sound. You stood there bravely. “Remember correctly next time!” Professor said and continued the lesson. You were shaken and teary eyed. But you had reputation! Get it together Y/n! You can’t cry.

Few days after this incident you found yourself hugging your pillow and crying. Re-reading the letter your father sent. You were his favourite after deciding to go to Durmstrang, he praised you in his last letters how well you do in school. But this time. This time it was a strictly shaming letter.

“Daughter,

I am very disappointed in last letter I got from your potion professor! How can you mess simple potion? You are slacking. Focus on your studies. When you will go home for Christmas I will hire a tutor so you would not slack off! Don’t disappoint me more child!

Father”

Every ounce of stress putted on you came flowing out in the large tears you cried that night. Viktor, nor your friends knew about this. You were feeling lost for a moment. But soon you slept off most of the negative feelings.

Soon after the holidays came around and you were going back to manor. Floo powder in hand you said your last goodbye to your boys and with “Malfoy manor” you disappeared in green fire. When you came to your living room you looked at the dark place. Your coat reminding you about the change of scenery. After taking it off with another hundred layers of clothing you heard footsteps. “Y/n?” You saw Draco coming towards you and then he ran, body slammed straight into you. “Hey!” Quickly you greeted each other and then you went to find your parents. Staying at home over the holidays was harsh to say at least. Mother was still mad at you for going to school so far away. Father lectured you on basic and advanced things. Overworking you every day. And Draco? You noticed that he started to change. He was more spoiled in your eyes. The only thing that was making your stay bearable was letters from your boys. You started to feel like an outsider in your home. To be honest you were happy to go back to the Durmstrang institute again. There you have your best friend and group of friends. Your time at home was slowly coming to an end and your excitement grew. Finally the day came and you went back to school. You were ambitious witch. Trying to be top in every class. After your father’s lectures you aimed to be the best just to not go through them again. Getting good grades and being respected by many was on your agenda as well. By the end of the year you made your name shine very bright and be one of the more popular students. You had your friend group around to hang out with and some admirers to scare or prank. None the less eaven if the school was hard you liked it there. And as time passed by you were saying goodbye to your friends at the end of your first year. “Bye Vik!” You smiled. “Bye Artie! Bye Archie!” You waved and with a promise to go to visit each other you floo back to manor.

Spending summer with your friends was great! Your father actually liked the guys you hanged out with. Well what was there not to like. They were all pure-blooded and strong. One or two times he actually asked if you and Viktor are dating. You dismissed that and explained that you two are just friends. The most fun you had at Archie’s! His mother was strict, but very kind to you. She wanted a daughter, yet never had one. You won the lottery there. Archie was kinda butthurt about it at first but it became an inside joke. You went to trip with the guys. It was fun! Draco was disappointed that you were most of the time gone and actually started ignoring you. It still hurts but what can you do. Forcing someone to like you is pointless. After that summer your family kinda fell apart.

Near the end of the summer holidays you went to your father’s study, letter from Durmstrang in hand. You knocked on the door and waited. Lucius permitted for you to come in and you read the letter to him. “There is a letter from school! I need few new books for dark arts and charms. Can we get them later? If you have time of course” your father nodded and dismissed you. In the afternoon of the next day Lucius got home early from work to pick you up and to go shopping in Diagon alley. You also wanted to get a custom case on your broom. Your hands got always cold when you were flying. You brought nice knitted case around the holder and it was so nice and warm. After that you were headed to get books you needed. Your father was heading to look at some other stuff and left you some money. “Wait for me in front of the shop.” He instructed and left. You nodded and looked for the books. You got one and looked for the other. After a while you spotted the book you needed and got on your tippy toes to get it, but you were too short. “Need any help shortie?” Said someone behind you and grabbed your book handing it to you. You grabbed the book. Looking at mop of red hair. “For your information I am not short, the shelf is just too high.” The red head chuckled. “Sure, are you going to Hogwarts too?” You looked at the book you were holding and shook your head. “I am studying at Durmstrang!” You smiled. The boy before you looked completely shocked. Platinum hair, perfect posture and student of Durmstrang. He heard of you. His father actually talked about you with his mother. You were the oldest daughter of the Malfoys. Fred remembers the conversation clearly.

“How was your day?” Asked his mom. He and his twin brother by the stairs waiting to snatch some cookies. “Malfoy came today flourishing about his oldest daughter. What is her name again?” Molly chuckled “Y/n?” Arthur nods “yes and he wouldn’t shut up about the Durmstrang. Honestly it was tiring.” He says and Molly laughs.

“Anyway thank you for the-“ before Y/n even has time to properly thank him she heard the door of the shop spun open. And in storms your father. “Y/n-“ he turned towards you. Then his gaze was on the older Weasley twin. “Weasley? I believe you are in the way. My daughter is trying to buy some books. Not that you could.” He placed his cane on the redhead’s shoulder. “Father! He is not-“you started only to be interrupted. “Fred! Oh good afternoon Lucius.” Said another voice. You looked up to see older gentleman. Presumably father of the redheaded boy. “Afternoon Arthur” said your father. “Shopping for school I presume” Lucius smirked and looked at the older, second hand, books Arthur was holding “At least some of us can afford brand new books” Said your father taking you by the shoulders “do you have everything?” You nodded. “Then we shall part ways, see you at work.” Said your father harshly while tugging you towards cashier. You looked back to see the redhead boy and waved with sweet yet awkward smile. After you left and went home your father gave you a hard lesson. “Don’t associate yourself with wrong people. The whole family of Weasleys are blood traitors.” You looked confused. Father never had any issues with people you talked to. Was this really something that was so inappropriate? You paid no mind to it happy to have your books and ready to pack to Durmstrang.

On the other hand Freds interest was peaked. He was just being nice. Still a little confused you were a Malfoy he remembered your smile.

“Vik!” You greeted your friend lightly punching him on the shoulder. He did the same. “Hov vas the rest of your vacation?” He asked. You beamed. Seriously you were the only person in the entire Durmstrang institute to be happy and smily here. “It was fine, I am just happy to be back at school!” Viktor shook his head. “Comrades!” Cheered loud voice of Arthur. “Artie!” You high-fived him and you all went to you table. You looked at the first years and thought of your first time here. There were significantly less students this year. “Guys, do you have any ideas where Archie is?” You asked just to be interrupted by the principal. “Archie is still on vaccination in Russia” whispered Artie. You pretend to be shocked and listen to principal. The whole deal as last year was heard. You were honestly just eager to eat. “Yes!” You muttered and grabbed a plate full of food. Today was the Bulgarian speciality. You simply loved this food and Vik shared your opinion. You chatted and looked around to see none of the new students went here. The lessons, duels and flights on brooms made time pass by quickly. Vik was very good at flying lessons. You often joked to get the first autograph after he will become famous quidditch player. Everything was just right.

You saw Viktor grew in to the young gentleman. He also saw you matured into skilled and talented witch. You made yourself known for being perfect. From the way you looked to the way you acted. Perfect scores in your classes, great skills, powerful friends and nice looks. The pride of your year, truly. When you were at school you enjoyed every second of each day, if you didn’t have professor Grimdale that is. But none the less life at school was perfect. The cold place was very warm and welcoming if you had the right mindset and friend group. At home it wasn’t so great. You saw as your younger brother just grew more spoiled the longer you were gone. When Draco attended Hogwarts he was sorted into slytherin. As expected. He wrote to you from time to time. But it was bland, mostly out of the formality. You wrote back just to be polite and slowly started to part your ways. Your father was writing you every month after receiving monthly report card giving you his word of encouragement. Your mother was writing from time to time too. Mostly the how are yous and be careful. You never knew what happened. Your family just stopped working at some point. You shared most of your troubles with Viktor. And he was so understanding. You actually admired him very much. He had aspiring career ahead after the Bulgarian National Quidditch team saw him play. Viktor often played with them in preparation for the World Cup.

Sitting in your room, you in your chair, Vik on your bed you tutored him in transfiguration. “Yes you did it!” You said excitedly. Viktor nodded proudly. “Vith this I could pass to the delegation!” He said. You laughed“stop calling it delegation!” The boy in front of you just shrugged. “The triwizard tournament trip or vhat ever.” You stood up slapping his shoulder. “I hope I will make it there!” Viktor looked at you confused. “You are one of the most skilled vitches!” Hearing him say that was different then what other said this.

[liamfox]

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[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Ariana Dumbledore as a Durmstrang student.

Requested by: anon.

[mo0ns-and-stars]

A little self promo today :3 I started a maurauders ff and I'd like so share:

James and Remus leave for their seventh year at Hogwarts. This year however there will be the triwizard tournament held at their own school! James wants to compete of course and that is all he can think about, until they meet the charming black brothers. Remus is obviously smitten by Sirius and although Regulus claims to find James to be very annoying he can't help the need to keep talking to him.

Or

where voldi doesn't exist, the black brothers went to beauxbatons and James and Sirius compete in a dangerous tournament all while falling in love with someone from the rival school.

[kind-hufflepuff]

HUNTER VIKTOR KRUM WITH INHANCED REFLEXES FOR ANONYMOUS

[cursed-herbalist]

LOTUS EVERETT GREGOROVITCH | DURMSTRANG INSTITUTE

DURMSTRANG • GERMAN • PUREBLOOD • TAURUS • INFP • MAGIC GRAPHIC DESIGNER • CASUAL WANDMAKER • PROFESSIONAL ART HOE

➔ portrayed by Troian Bellisario

Lotus was born on April 21st 1995 and lived in Germany for most of her life. She attends the Durmstrang Institute for her magical education but decides to move around after her graduation and open her own magical graphic design business. With her grandfather being the famous wandmaker, Mykew Gregorovitch, she naturally has an affinity for design and transfiguration, although, Garrick Ollivander would likely deny that she inherited her keen eye for aesthetics from him.

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[tears-and-anaesthetic]

// Durmstrang Institute //

“Durmstrang is a school for young witches and wizards. The school has a dubious reputation, and is known to put a lot of emphasis on teaching the Dark Arts.”

[cherry-pop-elf]

Let’s see what’s in the paper today. Ah….Durmstrang Brute Kidnaps Dragon For Personal Gain. Rita Skeeter. Ever the tale spinner. Seems to me someone needs to finish what Mrs. Granger started. Who better than a brute after all……

((Lowkey very proud of this. Like you would think this was a wallpaper from the game. I’m gonna make this my laptop wallpaper. If this inspires anyone, or you use it as a wallpaper, you gotta tell me!!!!))

[masters-and-magnets]

[ashthehermit]

Harry Potter & shallow worldbuilding

I probably shouldn't wade into these waters, but once again, I am demonstrating that my self-preservation instincts are poor, and that my family refuse to listen to my rants anymore. [TW: Harry Potter and all that entails].

I was a little confused when I saw the trailer for Hogwarts Legacy (source of ire for me, and many many other people).  I had thought that it was supposed to be set in Victorian England, but honestly, it looked a lot like it was still set in the 1990s (or the early 2000s, the films never came down on exact dates).  Perhaps this is because the movies - upon which all subsequent media has based its design - relied heavily on Victorian and early 20th century design elements.  Think Hogwarts' gothic architecture; the ministry's early London Underground tiles; and the entire interior of Grimmauld Place.  This wasn't in any way a bad thing.  Harry Potter, as a story, made good on a sense of whimsy and old British aesthetics.  The wizarding world, having no need of technology, would not modernise its aesthetics at the same rate as the non-magical world.  It was a design choice that was of great consternation to my mother.  We went to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, she whispered to me 'why do they have wheelie suitcases?  I thought this was set in the 1930s?'

It makes me wonder now, why doesn't the world in Hogwarts Legacy look much different to its predecessor?  I suppose that they are wearing vaguely Victorian clothes, but shouldn't we be looking at some 1700s aesthetics, or is the wizarding world caught in a perpetual loop of Victoriana?

Truth is, the Harry Potter universe has fallen foul of the problem that irks most fantasy universes once they are analysed for too long.  It isn't logically coherent.  Like the history of Westeros, the history of the wizarding world repeats itself perpetually, never looking or behaving especially differently.  In a series of children's books that were focused on the life of one teen, the cracks didn't show.  Sure, Voldemort was in power twice, and before him there was Grindelwald (for all intents and purposes, Voldemort but European).

J.K. Rowling's world building is fine for what it was in the beginning (again, the life of one teen in Britain), or as fine as it could be.  The world was not greatly expansive, but it didn't need to be.  The best parts of it were whimsical and extensions of the cheerier side of Britain.  There was the Knight bus, a purple routemaster.  The entrance to the Ministry of Magic was inside a red phone box, one of the great symbols of British tourism.  The primary setting was a boarding school.  One of the most popular elements is the house system, which is just a more complicated extension of your average school house system.  It is touted as a categorisation of identity, but it obeys all the rules of school houses.  Siblings going into different houses is rare (to the point that it's only mentioned once) because family groups always go into the same house (unless your school just doesn't care about houses).  The bigotry in the series is also British by design.  It ends up being a simplified version of classism, that features more in subtext than text.  This being said, there isn't a great deal of specificity in the world building.  I still don't know where Hermione's home town is.  I only know that her parents are dentists and they like to ski.  Where does Malfoy live, apart from in a manor that has peacocks in the garden?  These are the kind of flaws you notice when you have analysed the story for as long as I have.

The worldbuilding gets thinner the more expansive it gets.  The students from Beauxbatons are more or less French stereotypes, Fleur especially.  Durmstrang is the same, but Bulgarian.  Much has already been said on Rowling's shallow naming conventions (Cho Chang, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and now Sirona Ryan).  Without the crutch of something being British and vaguely quaint, the world loses all of its charm, and all of its logic.

Fantastic Beasts, for some reason, begins in 1920s New York.  Most of the richness of the setting is achieved by production design rather than the script (incidentally, flashbacks set in Hogwarts still manage to look like it's the early 2000s).  Conflict in the story is wrought from an American government that is more anti-muggle than the British equivalent.  If it is allegorical in any way, I do not understand it.  But let's not pretend Rowling's allegory has ever been any good.  Claims that Lupin's lycanthropy was a metaphor for HIV and AIDs only serve to lessen the character.  At best, it's an allegory for general prejudice.  The assertion that Lupin, at the age of six, was attacked by Greyback with the express intention of passing on AIDs, is well, it's dicey.  Rowling might have intended to create an allegory for stigma around 'blood-borne conditions', but failed to consider the extra baggage that that allegory might entail.  

The same is true for Fantastic Beasts, where the nonsense is turned up to twenty.  There's a group of muggles who somehow know about the existence of magic.  They name themselves after Salem, despite the Salem witch trials being appropriate for neither this setting nor this geographic region.  Any commentary on the nature of the Salem witch trials is hardly a commentary on the nature of America at large, but rather a commentary on a single Puritan colony.  Rowling takes pieces of Native American culture for her lore, with no understanding of the cultural legacy at play.

It gets even weirder in the sequels, which zip through countries so fast there's barely any time for worldbuilding.  There's a circus!  Why!  I don't know.

For no reason at all, there's a deer that chooses the outcome of an election.  In a baffling moment, Grindelwald (as played by font of virtue, Johnny Depp) tells a group of wizards that they have to kill muggles because they are going to start a world war.  He is wizarding Hitler, and that isn't a subtle analogy.  In that same scene, Queenie Goldstein, a character heavily coded as Jewish, joins wizard Hitler because he promises her that she will be able to marry her muggle beau.  The man that just gave a speech about killing muggles, is apparently all for marriage equality!  By all means, it doesn't make any sense.  It’s far from being respectful either.

There are of course attempts to make the wizarding world more diverse in Fantastic Beasts, but without any attempt to make these characters more genuine.  There's an Asian woman, but she's Voldemort's snake and she's going to be beheaded by Neville in a few decades.  The second film has Zoe Kravitz!  Yay!  But she's part of a needlessly convoluted tale in which a powerful white man hypnotises a black woman to be his wife, and then she dies?  I don't know what to make of that.  It's not good representation, and by gum it isn't good storytelling!  The Fantastic Beasts trilogy has all the perspective of Emily in Paris.

Hogwarts Legacy can hardly improve upon this worldbuilding, because it comes from an unstable foundation.  I might have been more understanding had the game been set in say, not Hogwarts, or even a Hogwarts that was fundamentally different from the Hogwarts that we already know.  The worldbuilding remains as shallow as it ever was, and with all the bigotry retained.  Of course, the main story is based on a piece of anti-semitic folklore, expanded upon in the books, and even more so in the game.  The problem being that Hogwarts Legacy can only make sales based on nostalgia.  It can't be that different from the world of the novels, because no one is bold enough to alter the world and alienate people who want nothing more than to experience their childhoods all over again.  As such, the shallow worldbuilding is laid bare over and over again, to the point that it is no longer a setting in service of a series of novels.  It now has to be a real, coherent world, which it fails at.  We have to examine the nature of Hogwarts houses, and the mechanics of time turners (thank you Cursed Child), and the reasons why house elves don't want their freedom.  

They'll never get freedom anyhow, because Hermione's attempts at activism are used for comedy.  The world at the end of Deathly Hallows is not greatly different to the world at the beginning.  Voldemort is dead, but we are not assured of any big changes.  The world returns to what it was.  For all that The Legend of Korra may not have lived up to its predecessor, it made an effective attempt at showing that the world had been altered by the actions of our heroes.  In the Cursed Child, nothing is different.  The story spends all of its time looking to the past and imagining increasingly unlikely alternate timelines (Cedric turns evil?  Ron marries Padma Patil?).  Hogwarts Legacy does not set up the world of Harry Potter, nor does it fundamentally alter it.  The status quo is preserved.  Like Westeros, it cannot change. The new game does nothing with the world, and acts in its detriment.  Anyhow, it’s not a good work of fantasy.  J.K. Rowling loves the status quo.   That much is evident.  Don’t buy this game!  Support trans people instead.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Igor and Severus on a late night drive:

- Igor does that thing where he lays his arm around the passenger seat, of course

- He leans back in his seat so that his other arm is straight, but limp (if that even makes sense)

- His window is rolled all the way down and Snape's is all the way up

- Igor's truck is old and shitty, so his lame rap can be felt

- ONLY plays lame rap (like sex rap and Lil Jeep) and classic rock

- Lays his arm through the window if he's not using the other to lounge on the passenger seat

- Igor's smoke against the black sky

- Igor blows Os with his smoke (Sev thinks it's the hottest fucking thing in the WORLD, and I mean his dick is hard and wet)

- Snape blows his through his nose and Igor teases the hell out of him about it (he eats it up, though, just the way the smoke pours over his face and disappears. Would lose his mind if Snape opened his mouth, too, like bursting through his pants)

- They share cigarettes

- Sev will hold it in his pout and follow Igor's fingers when he pulls it out and inserts it in his own mouth

- When it burns too low, they hold it for a while when exchanging it, it leads to a lot of accidental hand-touches

- Igor's a "hold it in the mouth" type when Snape's a "hold it in the fingers" type

- Igor is weirdly aroused by the sleazy, greasy, scuzzy way Snape looks with his arm over his stomach, head relaxed back, and his sleeve falling down his arm next to the sideways hand with a long cancer stick between two inattentive knuckles

- They blow smoke at each other. Igor's way more into it

- Sev either lays against the window or against the seat much lower than he should be sitting, like he's half asleep, it's like his body can't do anything else

- Igor speeds

- Igor speeds A LOT, like enough for Snape to grip the door

- Igor pulls over to piss with the headlights illuminating him (tbh he might just open the door, turn slightly, and whiz but that's less aesthetic)

- When it's REALLY late they graze emotion

- Snape hinting at his childhood

- Igor lamenting his time in Durmstrang

- Long pauses ("You'd make a great headmaster" (long pause and cigarette) "Maybe I'll write you when I am" (smirk and cigarette that gets taken by the other) "shut up")

- Those tired, not really fake, but not real laughs that are just Huff's from the back of a throat

- Igor with his hand on his passenger's thigh

- Road head, both where Igor has to pull over and where he keeps going

- When he keeps driving, his hand is like a weight on Sev's head

- Only lit up by street lights

- Stolen glances

- Igor doesn't wear a seatbelt and after a while, Sev doesn't either

- Long silent stares at each other

- Taking a second too long at a stop just to stare. Sometimes the other will look

- Igor with a beer bottle in his hand and arm out the window, hanging on his door

- Igor's legs somehow always fall open

- Snape has to fight to stay awake but Igor takes it with ease

- Driving nowhere just for the time, but neither admit it

- "Do you want to come with me?" "Yes. Where?"

- Late night laughter making fun of each other

- Poorly disguised girl advice

- Staring at each other in the middle of the English countryside. Severus's eyes fall up and down Igor's face, leaning as he does not fight the theft of his- their- cigarette. His lips are slack and Igor pushes out a thick cloud. Severus's eyes flutter shut until it's almost entirely gone and finds that Igor's staring with lazy eyes. He notices them flickering and his skin warms. He feels his own fall lower and his head tilts to the right while his body inches forward. He can't move further and Igor closes his eyes. Snape's are but a blur and he feels warm lips on his. They don't hold much passion, but they're sure of what they're doing. Severus flinches away and Igor fully pulls back, cigarette in hand. They stare. A tongue brushes over Snape's dry bottom lip and Igor returns the cigarette with eye contact. His lips round and a ring blows over Snape's face and he can hear the exhale with it. His shoulders soften and Igor puts out the cigarette in a dirty, empty cupholder before he pulls himself forward and pushes a real kiss onto Severus, whose hands hold the man's neck

- Gas station stops

- Igor's ass and thighs in jeans that hug him, filthy t shirt tucked into a torn belt

- The slap of his gruff hand on the wallet in his back pocket and the placement of his hips as he shuffles through

- Snape in a jacket that clearly isn't his and loose, possibly even wide-lower leg trousers, like bell bottoms but more than just the ankle area

- The harsh sniff before he fingers through his own wallet

- Igor pointing at bats and saying "that's you"

- Sev rolling his eyes with a growing smirk

- Igor slowing to watch an animal and tell his passenger his first time seeing one back home

- Telling each other more about "back home"

- Hair whipping around

- Snape complaining about other drivers more than Igor

- Igor chuckling at every insult

- When he's asked what's so funny, he just does that head shake (the hot one with a grin, you know exactly what I mean)

I didn't mean to make it so long but they're soooo late night drives to me

I am absolutely in love with this ask,,,, it's so very them. I don't picture them being people who kiss a lot because that's just not the nature of their relationship to me, but if they ever do it's Igor initiating it and he just kinda grins when Severus sits there and waits for him to finish so he can pass him the cigarette

Idk what it is but Igor pissing with the headlights on,,, so him

Igor speeding in his shitty ass car and oversharing and groping Sev's thigh and having one hand hanging out the window and just,,,, it's all so good

Igor would be the kind of person who'd put his arm out the car to clap the roof of his car because he finds the noise funny,,,, They're so dumn but they're so late night drive I can't even explain it,,,,, how does it feel to be right anon??

[fcrox]

As long as she could soar around on her broom, touching clouds and flying alongside the birds that were as free as they could be, she was happy. It was in those moments that she glowed the brightest. But to every bright side there is a darkness that can be equally as strong.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Clara Ivanova

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Little Birdie, Spitfire

AGE: Twenty Eight

BIRTH DATE: May 2nd, 1951

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

AFFILIATION: Neutral (officially), Death Eater siding (truthfully)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Manor near Bath, England

OTHER LIVING CONDITIONS: Estate in the countryside, Bulgaria

OCCUPATION: Professional Quidditch player for the Bulgarian National Team, Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons, Former Chaser of the Vratsa Vultures

PETS: Valinor (barn owl), Orban (ragdoll cat)

WAND: Reed, Dragon Heartstring, 13 3/4 inch, unbending

PATRONUS: Erumpent

BOGGART: A house on fire, her stuck inside

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: Broom Polish, Rain, and roses

INSPIRATION

SONG: One woman army by Porcelain Black, Wouldn't you like by EPIC: the musical, Dance the Night by Dua Lipa, Princesses don't cry by CARYS, Killer Queen by Mad Tsai, Made you look by Meghan Trainor

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: brooms and bottles of polish, tall shelves in a library filled with countless books, clouds drifting by, leaves blowing in the wind, a quaffle being thrown, players rushing by, the colors blue and yellow, a smile against the sun, long brown locks rustling in the wind, swan lake in a dark room, a bird in a cage

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Raya Ivanova née Todorova-Rookwood & Boyan Ivanov

SIBLINGS: Nikolay Ivanov (older brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: Cephus Rookwood (grandfather). Iliyan Todorova (cousin).

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Durmstrang

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser of the Quidditch team, Astronomy Club, Dueling Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Magical Theory, Potions

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Bulgarian, English, Russian, French

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brunette

HEIGHT: 5′6

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: wandless magic (practicing), dueling (decent), flying (expert), quidditch (knowledge, adept), transfiguration (excellent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, determined, intuitive, feisty, fierce

NEGATIVE TRAITS: vengeful, stubborn, bossy, manipulative towards enemies, comes across as arrogant at times, can be equally arrogant

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Clara was born as the child of Raya Ivanova and Boyan Ivanov, sister to Nikolay. Due to being a second born as well as a girl she wasn't considered as heir and truly, it was a blessing that she came to appreciate as she grew up. Her childhood was spent with the usual things; dance lessons, manner classes and all other things her parents expected her to eventually come to live up to. Her father, a supporter of the Dark Lord from the earliest rumors on and her mother in favor of purity made things rather clear.

It was around age six that she first sat on a broom and immediately fell in love with the feeling. It wasn't until years later that she realized that the feeling was something akin to freedom. Clara grew up, for the better part of her childhood and early teenage years as a bird in a gilded cage. Despite her future having been made rather clear to her from the beginning, the young witch did not let it deter her from a path of breaking out of her own shackles. If it came down to it, she would do whatever she would have to but until then she would keep fighting.

And fight she did. From the moment she sat foot into Durmstrange the young girl made sure to study hard, show her peers and those around her that there was more to her than simply a pretty head. The moment the chance offer itself she did join the quidditch team and from there on out it was like the doors and windows around her had opened. Not only was she skilled on a broom, the witch was incredibly talented when it came to the sport. Through it she received her ticket to a form of freedom, limited but very much of her own.

Upon graduation she joined the Vrasta Vultures. So long as her parents hadn't found a candidate and the career was booming Clara was off the hook of her parents' plans. Freedom, for now. And she truly thrived in the sport, eventually landing herself a nomination as player of the Bulgarian National team. Through the sport she thrived, made friends. One of which she followed all the way to England after he'd left; all in support after having been offered to play on two of the teams located within the area. Loyalty was a big thing. It came as a rather nice benefit then that the move became a form of freedom.

Recently her brother's arrived as well, pledged to the cause but also very much the one to watch over her in her parents' place. Luckily they do get along splendidly well.

[xslythcrin]

                                         ❝ all monsters are human . ❞

   𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : amara drakul   ››   half-vampire   ››   danielle campbell .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ― the first snowfall spouting layers of ivory , lazy mornings curled up in black silk sheets with messy curls and lacy lingerie , she could sing pretty melodies in unmade beds , born of blood , lust  , and death , she’s made up of  silk , blood , &  rose water . ―

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―   ◜   ❏  . ― ϟ. →  danielle campbell : cis woman : she/her : heiress / owner of the bar :  babydoll by ari abdul  ϟ  did you see amara drakul ? you know ,  the 30/36 year old half-vamp / half-blood who was formerly in durmstrang  . some say name can be quite vehement  but are known to be amoral . they are aligned with the neutrals . →   tw : abuse , death , murder .

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full name : amara drakul .

age : 30/36 .

blood-status : half-blood.

date of birth : december 21st .

occupation : heiress / bar owner .

language(s) spoken : universal .

hair color : brown .

eye color : green .

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positive : vehement , playful .

negative : amoral  , resilient .

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

deadly sin : lust .

element : water .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

drives / motivations : herself , the people she cares for .

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book : any history book .

movie : dracula untold .

food : blood .

flower : wisteria .

season : winter + the fall .

animal : bats .

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father : vlad drakul .

mother : elizabeth krov . ( deceased ) 

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CHAPTER I :

━   not much is known about amara other than she was born on the coldest night of the year and to a muggle-born mother and a vampire father , vlad . a one night stand turned mistake as her mother liked to put it , for the most part of her childhood , she was raised by elizabeth , who out of spite kept vlad away from her . 

━  painting a pretty picture as to how she was well taken care of when in truth , amara was subjected to her religious side of her muggle family . her mother leaving her with them for the most part. they branded her a monster for feeding off the farm animals and calling "sin incarnate". 

━  she was bullied on a daily basis by her cousins whose parents told them amara was bad and deserved such treatment.  it didn’t really help much when one or two of her cousins ended up getting hurt by her. either she bit them or unconsciously used her magic out of anger and wanting them to stop . her punishment were more severe when it happened . earning her the faint scars that never truly healed today .  ( click here to see scar ) 

CHAPTER II :

━   it wasnt until amara hit the age of 10 that her father truly saw what was happening . cold eyes fell on her father who took her that night by force . amara saw no one was left alive which included her mother when he waited for her to come so she could see what he had done . sadisitc in his part but truthfully speaking amara felt nothing for the woman who gave birth today knowing how much she was hated . 

━   vlad took his daughter with him and for the next year she lived with him . given anything and everything she wanted by her father . since then amara never lacked anything in life . She went on learning their ways . her father quite the infamous vampire and old as time . 

━   a year later amara’s letter to durmstrang was recieved . because of the fact she is able to use magic and because her father had given the school many donations , amara’s case of being a vampire was one of the many rare ones . a half vampire was never really heard of to attend school . 

CHAPTER III :

━  despite her kindness , amara was never one to be crossed even in her former years . she will treat you ten times worse than how you would treat her . never afraid to biting students if they thought to have her bend to their will . much like any vampires , she only kept selected few of friends . while they constantly got into trouble , amara was always off in her own . was mostly provided with animal blood but had a blood bag or two to keep her at her full potential . 

━   during breaks she would at times go home or simply stay at the school . she graduated with high marks although she was not the first , it was good enough for her to continue on in life . especially once she decided to take over one of her uncle’s bar , who had unfortunately passed away . the bar being popular for most wizards and witches but especially vampires who came for the underground and fed off humans . 

━   putting up a new policy of no kills at the bar but still the vampires enjoyed it . 

CHAPTER IV :

━  when the war happened , amara didn’t sided with anyone but her father did thus many assumed she did as well . Mostly all the vampires went to voldemort’s side and since his winning , more and more creature of the night have been coming out of woodwork . After all , much like wolves they were looked down upon by many . 

━  and while amara stands besides her father , she would also help those in the order . Hide them in plain sight and depending on who the person is in question amara would help them for a favor in the future . like making a deal with the devil , except , you might actually enjoy it when she sinks her teeth into you . 

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Narcissa Black in a relationship with a red-haired, blind girl from Durmstrang.

Requested by: anon.

[xbludlust]

  𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : amara  ››  alpha vampire  ››  danielle campbell

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ the first snowfall spouting layers of ivory , lazy mornings curled up in black silk sheets with messy curls and lacy lingerie , she’s made up of silk , blood , and rose water, this is simply bloodsport for a being like you , she made a lover out of the devil  . ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  →

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*   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  & oc. danielle campbell. cis woman. she/her. ― i saw amara on the streets, you know? the timeless years old alpha vampire, i think they been around beacon hills for 10 years/1000+ , but i can be wrong… not like they can leave now, anyway. i heard a rumor that they want to stop breaking the seals of lucifer’s cage. ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻

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full name : amara .

age : 28/timeless  .

date of birth : unknown .

occupation : alpha vampire.

species : alpha vampire .

language(s) spoken : universal.

hair color : brown .

eye color : green .

notable scars : n/a .

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positive : fervent  ,  playful .

negative : amoral  ,  ruthless .

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

deadly sin : lust .

hogwarts house : durmstrang  .

element : darkness .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

habits : n/a .

drives / motivations : her goals .

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all vampires .

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— not much is known about amara. if you asked her, she wouldn’t remember much about the day she was born. Not of her family, if she ever had one, and not of her mundane life, if she even ever was human . She works on the down low and has her right hand man / chevalier who vampires think is the alpha vampire. To which she plays up as well. the master and the puppet she pulls the strings to. their facade as alpha vampire is objectively flawless. they are ruthless when attacking others on amara’s orders and will go as far as to sacrificing themselves for her; his number one priority is fulfill amara’s wishes, but he also isn’t against voicing his opinion on what he thinks is best for her.

—  In her early life, amara can be characterized as a caring and polite person. The first alpha vampire . yet as beautiful and as kind as she can be , amara is capable of being ruthless. Having a sinister, cold, and very dangerous personality.  Anyone supernatural would know the name Amara. as gentle as she may seem, those who anger her or witness it, knows her to be murderous by trade. Holding a very sadistic nature, killing for pleasure rather than for duty. Especially in her younger days amara had her ruthless nature wrapped in her child-like demeanor, giggling after killing people.

— She tended to destroy things when she grew bored of them and showed very little reaction to the deaths of her own ‘children’ as well as seeming to enjoy tormenting others.

— As time went on, amara eventually became extremely apathetic. Beginning to feel her age. Beneath her juvenile exterior was an old woman who had seen and done many terrible things and felt a deep loneliness.  Which resulted in her deep slumber, she went under. Up until 1000+ years ago, many believed amara to be dead. awakened , she posed as a village girl for some time before esther came to her for her blood. wanting to see the results of what the little witch will do with it , amara simply gave it to her. many believed alpha vampire to be dead / a myth and that the first vampires became the mikaelsons

— a magical corbon copies they were . Nothing  compared to her powers . she never bothered to acknowledged them . as long as they did not get in her way of things or her children close to her , she had no problem . 

— She’s been in beacon hills for a long time. It’s where she has her nest / and made her life. She runs the city via through mayor and makes sure everything goes her way. amara is practically an invisible force in town, only making her presence known when she wants to be.

—  As apathetic as she is now, amara does have a softer side which is rarely shown. Playful towards her lovers and people she eventually cares for. Despite this it’s best to be careful because when her patience reached its limit or her enemies were duplicitous, or people tended to be disrespectful, they received no mercy or second chances.