#durmstrang aesthetic

[gellertalbus]

[liamfox]

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[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.

[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!!!!))

[mskrianna]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ Няма дим без огън ❜

[malfoy-riddle]

Part 6of my tt series

Gellert Grindelwald 🌪️🖤

Please reblog, don’t steal :)

[magicallymalted]

Riddle Era Siblings: Lyubomir and Ivalya

[masters-and-magnets]

[blorbobird]

LUCERYS (VELARYON) STRONG

halfblood · sixth year · hufflepuff

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AEMOND TARGARYEN

pure blood · seventh year · durmstrang /slytherin

posting my first fic tonight here and on ao3 and wanted to make some aesthetics 🐍🌟💀

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

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

Requested by: anon.

[fcrox]

The witch had a determination unlike most; a will to walk whatever path she had chosen and excel at it. Whatever footprints she would leave behind, she would allow nothing and no one to doubt her. Not even herself.

✧ threads ✧ about ✧ headcanon ✧ the mail ✧ ✧ aesthetics ✧ musings ✧ connections ✧ mirror ✧

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Leta Blanche Rosier

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Lele (if you'd like to cease existing), Leets (her brother and she hates it)

AGE: Twenty Eight

BIRTH DATE: April 1st, 1951

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

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

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Manor in Hatfield, England

OTHER LIVING CONDITIONS: Manor in Burgundy, France

OCCUPATION: Designer and Seamstress at Madam Malkin's

PETS: Athena (snow owl), Salt & Pepper (burmese cats)

WAND: Ebony wood, dragon heartstring core, 12" and slightly springy flexibility

PATRONUS: Black Mare

BOGGART: Her parents

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: charcoal (from sketching designs) and maple syrup, a hint of cinnamon, spring

INSPIRATION

SONG: La Vie en Rose by Édith Piaf, Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter, The Serpent's Story by Lorne Balfe, Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift, One woman army by Porcelain Black

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: Charcoal drawings, scattered lines, elegant fabrics blowing in the window, a garden full in bloom, the fall of leaves, maple syrup over pancakes next to a cup of coffee, a sewing mannequin, soft piano music playing in another room, the crinkling of the newspaper, ink turned into words on a page, someone twirling in a ballroom, light going into darkness, shadows dancing across a wall, a fireplace, the fall of flower petals

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Evan Rosier Sr. (deceased) & Lucille Rosier, née Lockhart (deceased)

SIBLINGS: Evan Rosier (twin brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Charms Club, Slug Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Transfiguration, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Theory of Magic, Arithmancy

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: French, English, Norwegian

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Blue-Grey

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 5′6

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: wandless magic (decent, practicing), dueling (practicing) with Antonin Dolohov, occlumency (decent, practicing), sewing skills (incredibly skilled), design and arts (delicate, skilled)

POSITIVE TRAITS: confident, caring, creative, loyal, prepared

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impatient, vindictive, conceited, perfectionist

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Leta was born on April 1st as one of a pair of twins. They came into the world together, and somehow it always seemed to remain that way. From an early age on Leta was protective of her brother, always wanting to assure he was happiest as he could; or as happy as she could help him be. While Evan seemed to be held on a tight leash by their father, Leta herself was taken under her mother's wing. It was there that she observed and learnt the art of wearing a mask at any given time, frequently changing between the young girl that could behave according to etiquette and the free and wild spirit burning to learn anything she could get her fingers on.

Early on it became clear, during the many dance, embroidery and etiquette lessons that the young witch had a talent for the arts and loved the creativity that came with designing her own things. What started out as the ideas of a child would one day grow to be the ideas of a respected designer. Until then many years would pass, years filled with a desire to better herself. Language classes were eventually added to the mix. Naturally a french she picked up English with ease and eventually added Norwegian to the mix as a part of her wondered if their parents would perhaps sent the children to Durmstrang. The latter was disproved when their Hogwarts letter arrived.

Slytherin. It didn't even take the hat a second before he called out what Leta Rosier had known all along. The witch was far too determined, too stubborn and ambitious to let go, far too cunning with her ever changing mask to be at home in any of the other houses. Even though she was fine with friends from other houses, so long as they lived up to bloodstatus expectation, she very much felt the most herself among the other Slytherins.

At age fifteen the twins lost their parents. The scene was horrendous, Leta having seen the aftermath mere minutes before her brother had. In an attempt to protect him, entirely in the unknown that her brother was doing the same, she kept quiet. To this day her act of protecting her brother and putting him first hasn't changed.

Leta buried herself in her school work, began designing even more to the point where she started out by working on designs for friends who needed an attire here or there. Eventually her skills improved further, securing her a spot with a design tutor and an internship at Madam Malkin's. From there on she progressed, rising through the ranks until eventually hard work, ambition and skill led to her becoming one of the top designers of the store, with plenty of private clients and her own atelier within the manor. It was how she came to spend most of her time, reveling in the power of knowing her clothes are what dresses plenty of their society; from the standard Hogwarts robes to fancier dresses and suits. Recently she's begun working on protective dueling suits and accessories to aid the fight she believes in.