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thedorkiestviking:

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jellybeanjeans:

put me back to bed please

oh wow, wait, is this when all the kiddies going to high school are up?

I get up at 5:30 every morning for school. it sucks

I remember those days. There’s something…

6 am is great when you’ve been up all night and then go out to a field/meadow/clearing/etc. and just enjoy that feeling of the world waking up: Sun slowly rising over the horizon, birds starting to chirp…

I’m a sucker for this stuff, so sue me.

carochinha asked:

Me (potuguese) and a Belgian friend were talking about that the other day, since we both found it awfully weird that we'd both go to Beaubatons. Which teaches in French. Which neither of us know.

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demonoflight:

Yes, that’s ridiculous! And I wouldn’t expect you to ship out to the Brazilian school halfway across the world just so you could study in your own language, either. You could maybe argue that Portuguese and French come from the Romance group of languages, but there’s still a world of difference between Ibero-Romance and Gallo-Romance. Portuguese is closer to Spanish than to French, and even then there are large differences!

There are just too many languages to account for in the world for there to be just eleven schools. Just look at India, where there are 11-12 languages each spoken by over 30 million people! Even if the percentage of wizarding people is small (the wizarding community of Great Britain is only 0.005% of the population, for example), that’s still at least 1500 people per native tongue in need of proper magical education. That’s more than enough people to warrant at least one school per language, even if it’s a small one.

I did type down an imagining of a German wizarding school some time back. You interested?

Gladly! Please tell me it’s in Schwarzwald.

Sorry, nope. It’s in Thuringia. I’ll just link you up to the whole thing.

carochinha asked:

Me (potuguese) and a Belgian friend were talking about that the other day, since we both found it awfully weird that we'd both go to Beaubatons. Which teaches in French. Which neither of us know.

demonoflight:

Yes, that’s ridiculous! And I wouldn’t expect you to ship out to the Brazilian school halfway across the world just so you could study in your own language, either. You could maybe argue that Portuguese and French come from the Romance group of languages, but there’s still a world of difference between Ibero-Romance and Gallo-Romance. Portuguese is closer to Spanish than to French, and even then there are large differences!

There are just too many languages to account for in the world for there to be just eleven schools. Just look at India, where there are 11-12 languages each spoken by over 30 million people! Even if the percentage of wizarding people is small (the wizarding community of Great Britain is only 0.005% of the population, for example), that’s still at least 1500 people per native tongue in need of proper magical education. That’s more than enough people to warrant at least one school per language, even if it’s a small one.

I did type down an imagining of a German wizarding school some time back. You interested?

maneth985:

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dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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