reb u had me at 🐉. also 📕 + u know me better than like 90% of the people ive ever met, but here's a thing: i have an incredible fear of heights, especially when At Speed, so as much as i like to say i'd play quidditch and be a beater, i would probably start crying if anyone even pointed a broom at me
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history of norse ‘mythology’: the study of the ancient gods and their magic. this class covers the history of the world before man, and the ancient traditions and magics surrounding the worship of these deities
herbology for alchemy: the study of unique plants such as iðunn’s apples and greek lotus trees, and the applications of these plants in modern alchemy shut up i know that durmstrang is technically ‘scandinavia’ but??? what about the fucking baltics?? jkr you have terrible geography i’m roping the mediterranean into this who the fuck knows where odysseus fucking went when he found the lotus eaters
summoning magic: a branch of defense against the dark arts that concerns allying with magic sentient beings to defend against greater evils in a common environment
defense against malicious creatures: the art of defending oneself against the harm of magical beings that are harmful to human beings
eagle riding: a course designed to lend students the ability to see through the eyes of eagles and other various raptors and control their motions you said you didn’t like heights
superstition divination: the art of spotting unlucky omens and lucky signs in order to predict the future
training of the mastiffs: the care of gigantic dogs that are used to both defend the school and serve the needs of students (destress, comfort, fun, transport)
extracurricular activities:
quidditch commentator: this one is self explanatory
painting transfiguration: the use of magical painting in order to physically transfigure one item into another – i.e., painting a tree into a dryad
head boy: this one is self explanatory
captain of the sailing team: student first mate on the durmstrang ship, in charge of maintaining its integrity and also cataloguing other ships and magical creatures it encounters during its trips
the whispering forest: half-ancient, unknowable magical forest, half-manmade forest in order to cater to the needs of various herbology, potions, and alchemy classes
star-shooting tower: special practice room with enchanted stars on the ceiling and walls for students to practice their dueling skills – particularly their aiming abilities
pet: caucasian shepherd dogshort drabble:
there’s no place like durmstrang. although some may call its utilitarian medieval buildings ugly, you think that it has its own charm – it resembles something out of a story that’s already dead, something so old that time doesn’t even have a name for it.
you love the stirring silence of it, the sound of trees growing in the background, the soft lapping of the moat around the main campus, the rustling of the heavy red robes of serious students, walking briskly to their next class.
you love the crackling in its air, the pure magic that you have not yet learn to control, the treasure that is just beyond the tips of your fingers. you love the heavy, unsaid spells resting like dew between the lips of promising students. you love the suspense between two classes.
you love the static feeling it evokes in you, over-warm with exposure to so many fantastic things, your interests constantly jumbling together, mixing altogether like some sort of primordial alchemy from which the first wizard arose. you love how it doesn’t define anything – how it allows you to be just about anything. there’s no strict ‘herbology,’ ‘potions’, ‘transfiguration’, ‘divination’ or any nonsense of that sort – everything is connected to everything else, and borders are always blurred. why bother trying to separate something that has inevitably grown together?
you love durmstrang because it’s a living, breathing thing. with each year, it changes its curriculum according to the interests and needs of its students. it offers new classes that schools around the world would never dream of teaching. it teaches ‘forbidden arts’ and ‘dark magic’ because it knows that nothing is truly dark, and that the only dark thing about this would be its death at the hands if inattention.
you close your eyes, and breathe in the cool, stony scent of your school. it fills you from head to toe with excitement, but also peace in knowing that it will always be here for you. it is the gift that keeps giving, the tree of golden apples. you reach out and pluck one from its branches, and crush its crisp fruit between your teeth. so this is what magic feels like
song: i’m sorry i wanted to give you an Aesthetic song but you know me, i’m a Meme and i’m Eurotrash so, i bring you – hard rock hallelujah by lordi. a eurovision classic though tbh if you want a real song i can give you that too gjkdfljslkdghlksdjf
