It’s Not Just Me Right....

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Rose and Hugo has pitched a tent outside. Hermione watched between reading her book, as they walked around it, placed stones in a circle and pretended to roast marshmallows. She forgot all about her book and continued to watch, bad memories filling her head about those lonely nights spent in a tent. When Ron came in, he slammed the door and Hermione flinched, dropping her book with a thud. Years later, loud noises still made her want to dive on the floor and cry. “Sorry.” He said when he walked into the living room. She nodded and picked her book up, before looking out the window once more. Ron looked out the window and frowned. “What are they doing?” He asked. Hermione shrugged and stood, standing so close to the window fog marks appeared where her breath had hit. Ron opened the window and called for them to come in.

“I went to visit Grandma!” He announced once everyone was gathered at the dinner table. Rose pouted slightly, she loved grandma. Hermione smiled and patted Rose’s hand. “Don’t be spoiled.” Hermione chided, although she was only reminding because it was her duty as a mother. Hugo was quiet, down at his end of the table and Hermione turned her head to face him, her warm brown eyes fixing themselves upon his brown batch of hair. “Yes, Hugo?” She asked. Hugo smiled mischievously at Rose and the latter nodded, quite solemnly. “Can we go camping?” Hugo blurted, casting puppy dog eyes on whomever would look at him. Rose giggled and eyes her mother, who was now staring vacantly at the table. “No.” Ron said, rather sharply. Hugo and Rose frowned. “Why not?” Hugo whined, placing his chin on the edge of the table. Hermione blinked and stared at the boy, dumbfounded. “Bad memories.” Hermione said softly, smiling a watery smile at Hugo, who was looking rather worried about the whole issue. After that day, nobody talked about camping, and the tent in the backyard went down, moved instead to the basement where Hermione never visited. Ron tended to avoid looking at the basement tent and there it stayed until Rose went to Hogwarts, and Hugo would hide in there, lonely as he was.

Cuando te dicen “Ya estoy llegando” y todavía le queda por cruzar Narnia, el Campo de Quidditch de Hogwarts, Mordor, y hacer autoestop en el país de las maravillas.

Friendly reminder that Percy also has a little sister!

My cousins daughter found a heart on their school playground!

Loki: He died of natural causes. Thor: You pushed him off the roof! Loki: Gravity’s natural.

Just a moment of rest

Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Home for the abandoned, the orphan, the abused, the longing, the loner. Behind its Golden gates and Silver walls lie communities of wizards and witches. Nymphs coaxed into protecting its trees that line the outer wall are constantly on the watch for any danger, and the river flowing through it is clear and cold. Meadows and forests lie inside it, a refuge for the lost. The school is in the middle, where are pathways lead. There’s 5 houses, and 10 prefects, and 5 heads of houses and 5 headmasters/heamistresses. It’s a complete diplomacy, voting is always the answer. Someone got into a fight, you vote, someone lost a sheep, you vote. Unless there is means for harm intentionally and with evil intentions, then the 10 judges are called in. You start the school at age 9, and end at 19. Then, you are legal. Marriage is legal at 21, if you choose to stay inside Salem’s safe haven walls. Salem was founded by a runaway witch during the Salem Witch Trials. She was alone most of her life, until she met Samuel Johnson. He made her laugh, he made Maeve Salem laugh. That’s what she hated. He was a muggle, knew nothing about magic. Maeve was a neglected orphan who knew only pain. So when she let him know she was a witch and his warm eyes grew cold and his lips straightened, her heart broke. He left soon after. She was pregnant with his child. It turned out to be a boy, Jonathan. He was born in Salem, and went to Ilvermorny for education, as Salem was not a school. When he came back disappointed, Maeve was angry at the school that did not fulfill her child’s dream. So she opened Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maeve left it in charge of Jonathan and his wife, Peggy, and went to San Francisco. There, she established the Magical Foundation of the West. She helped run it for a while before she grew bored of being restrained at her post, so she ran off in the middle of the night to Las Vegas, where she established another magic foundation, the Maeve Magical Association of the West. Maeve ran back to San Francisco and introduced the leaders. They then became partners in working the West. Meanwhile back in New York the Magical Congress of the United States of America grew angry. There was a great battle between MACUSA and the Western Wizarding Congress which was located in Texas. It’s referred to by muggles as the Civil War. The WWC(Western Wizarding Congress) shut down after the war and Maeve begged them to open once more, for they were the real law setters. They refused. She turned to Nicaragua, the only country willing to talk to her, and asked them to help. El Congreso de Magia de America Central(the Congress of Magic in Central America) agreed to help. It sent over Aurors and helped establish the Western Leadership Corporation. Maeve died during battle and a statue of her was erected on MMW(Magical Foudation of the West), MMAW(Maeve Magical Association of the West), and WLC property. There is an ongoing feud between them as to who claims the money left behind by Jonathan’s family, which vanished from the globe soon after Maeve’s death. Some say that Maeve never really died, but traveled around the globe for several years later. Why? Because Maeve was descended from a Poseidon lineage, and the sea does not like to be restrained.