sfth #56 “the haunted diary entry” lol
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sfth #56 “the haunted diary entry” lol
Any sort of musical instrument where memory is stored in the vessel.
A necromancer who plays his flute with the last breaths of the dead. “It agitates the soul,” he explains, “raising the dead and allowing them to speak. So you’ve got to let them go.”
A violinist -healer who plays the first cries of a newborn. Wounded soldiers in the infirmary heard their sons and daughters before they were well enough to return home and saw them for the first time.
A royal horn that contains the war cries of kings and queens of old. Their last battle had ended in a stalemate, but it was a miracle that more than half the troops had survived — some swear they saw the spirit of Queen Aatehluwa herself descend upon the enemy and scare them away.
Church organs made from the bound bones of lovers who now lay where they declared their vows. A groom promises himself to his bride while the voices of her grandparents ring through the hallowed halls.
Ceremonial drums bound with the skins of the great deer of the forest. A chieftain leads the hunt, and the drum by her side soothes the trees into granting them protection from wayward spirits.
The dead don’t talk, but they sure as hell can sing.
terrible worldbuilding idea:
a magical, fantastical world with talking animals and sentient mountains that no one in the real world has ever set foot in. at least, before our protagonist sneezes and the centaur promptly responds with "gesundheit"
writing things!
ft. the song of eärendil. ignore the two spelling mistakes and the horrid stain on ‘felled’!
hogwarts houses idea
the houses still exist as is, with their respective colours and mascots and founders. the sorting ceremony still is a thing at the start of year.
BUT
no one actually knows what the different houses stand for. the whole ‘hufflepuffs are kind’ and ‘gryffindors value bravery’ thing doesn’t exist. for all everyone knows, the sorting hat is assigning students at random.
The hat insists there isn’t random, and that students in the same house do in fact have something in common that the others don’t. The houses also aren’t split equally in the same year, although considering forms 1-7 they do tend to even out.
Throughout the school year the students have to figure out what the ‘theme’ for the sorting is for that year. The theme changes every year, but in a way that also applies to the students already in the house (the hat is very meticulous). It becomes quite the tradition in the first week of term for older kids to descend upon unsuspecting first years in the common room and interrogate them. Previous generations of students have left lists of their similarities on notice boards and each new year items are added or crossed out.
themes range from ‘left arm is slightly longer than the right’ to ‘unexplainable distaste towards the texture of okra’ to ‘mother used to share a rom with the parent of someone else in the same house’. it isn’t as catchy as ‘wisdom’ or ‘ambition’, but it gives something for housemates to bond over.
more cursed handwriting attempts! I’ve had this gorgeous green ink I’ve only been using for my fountain pen and wanted to put lettering to the test