I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew…
"Yes…this is a fertile land and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land and we will call it…This Land!"
"…I think we should call it your grave!"
"Ah, CURSE YOUR SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE BETRAYAL!"
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Located in deep in the Guilin mountains, shrouded in mist and frequented by dragons that live in the multitude of winding rivers, the students of the Chinese Institute of Magic don their colourful wizarding garbs every September 1st for their return to school whereupon they are treated to spectacular opening festivities involving, but not limited to: choreographed martial arts performances from their combat professors, an assortment of acrobatic wonders, and “Mystery Mooncakes” specially made for the mid-autumn festival.
#my favourite thing is how those of us who have grow up with harry potter are now saying “no that’s not enough” and are expanding the universe #like we’re all critically looking at the books and realizing everything that’s wrong with them and fixing it ourselves #and idk i think that’s amazing