“Who knew”: the last lyric that poured out of my body in front of millions of Americans. I drew my head back, let the words consume me, and in that instant, became more vulnerable than I have ever been before. With sweaty palms, a heartbeat as quick as the drumbeat backing me, and the feeling you get from riding the most dangerous of roller coasters, I anxiously awaited the results
(via tessboyer)




In a secluded area of Mount Hiei, shrouded in mist, the Japanese Institute for Magical Practices spirals gracefully into the sky. The school is a series of elegant pagodas built to impossible heights with a multitude of connecting bridges crisscrossing like a bird’s nest. On the ground is an elaborate garden with a sprinkling of ponds. A kaleidoscope of fish zigzag through the water, sometimes even taking to the air like birds due to rather peculiar abilities gained over time through overexposure to magic. Students often take immense pleasure in enchanting a cherry blossom downpour to trail people who have wronged them; the charm usually remains intact for well over a week unless a teacher takes pity upon the student and dispels the spell. While they have mastered wandless magic through the use of talismans, pockets of the Japanese wizarding community have slowly begun to adopt the use of wands following its rise in popularity all over the world, although wandless magic still takes precedence, and wands are more often tucked behind their ears or used to hold up their hair than to practice magic.

#my headcanon is that this school goes back all the way to the shamaness himiko