The Fur-Bearing Trout 

One of the many magical creatures native to the American wilds that came to the attention of Muggle explorers, the fur-bearing trout is native to the frigid waters of Canada and the northern United States. The trout is easily identifiable by its thick coat of fur, which, when harvested, has a variety of magical uses. Trout fur can be woven into extremely warm articles of clothing that are resistant to frost based magics. It is also useful in potions that allow normally air-breathing mammals to breath underwater for short periods of time.

Despite these magical traits, the fur-bearing trout seems otherwise normal, showing neither advanced intelligence or traits otherwise abnormal to other fish species. Had Wizardkind not actually taken the time and effort to hide the creature’s existence from Muggles they might not actually have to. Even frogs, after all, have uses in potions in spells, but no one has ever suggested attempting to disguise the common bullfrog from the non-magical population of the world. Now the DSO has had to take steps similar to those deployed against the Jackalope.

The Fur-Bearing Trout

One of the many magical creatures native to the American wilds that came to the attention of Muggle explorers, the fur-bearing trout is native to the frigid waters of Canada and the northern United States. The trout is easily identifiable by its thick coat of fur, which, when harvested, has a variety of magical uses. Trout fur can be woven into extremely warm articles of clothing that are resistant to frost based magics. It is also useful in potions that allow normally air-breathing mammals to breath underwater for short periods of time.

Despite these magical traits, the fur-bearing trout seems otherwise normal, showing neither advanced intelligence or traits otherwise abnormal to other fish species. Had Wizardkind not actually taken the time and effort to hide the creature’s existence from Muggles they might not actually have to. Even frogs, after all, have uses in potions in spells, but no one has ever suggested attempting to disguise the common bullfrog from the non-magical population of the world. Now the DSO has had to take steps similar to those deployed against the Jackalope.

When Irma Cove, the Le Loup twins, and Madam Valentine founded the Allegiance Academy, they were not just creating a school: they were making a bastion of strength for Black wizards and witches throughout the AWC. They were not teaching their students how to control their magic: they were teaching their pupils how to survive in a world literally out to destroy them. 

For this reason, when the founders were organizing their students they did so in a rather unorthodox manner. Though they maintained cohorts based on age, Irma Cove didn’t believe they had the liberty to promote divisiveness based on perceived traits or even their gender. Instead, Irma had the students sorted into squads based on complementary knacks. A young witch with a talent for potions would be placed in a pack with a talented duelist, an animagi, and someone skilled with subtle charms. These age-based squads were, in turn, linked with squads from other ages to form “packs,” underneath the leadership of a single member of faculty. This careful arrangement of skills was designed to ensure that if the school were attacked and the students and instructors forced to flee, each group would have the maximum chance of survival. 

Each pack is given a barracks in the school, divided only by age. Girls and boys share common space, but private cells that contain only their beds, a basin, and enough room to change in (except for first year students, whose quarters are in the bowels of the converted slave ship). The Allegiance Academy promotes absolute gender equality and treats matters of sexual misconduct with extreme harshness. Though they have lost much of their militant edge in the last thirty years, the school philosophy is that one’s fellows are students and fellow troops first and men or women second. 

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When Irma Cove, the Le Loup twins, and Madam Valentine founded the Allegiance Academy, they were not just creating a school: they were making a bastion of strength for Black wizards and witches throughout the AWC. They were not teaching their students how to control their magic: they were teaching their pupils how to survive in a world literally out to destroy them.

For this reason, when the founders were organizing their students they did so in a rather unorthodox manner. Though they maintained cohorts based on age, Irma Cove didn’t believe they had the liberty to promote divisiveness based on perceived traits or even their gender. Instead, Irma had the students sorted into squads based on complementary knacks. A young witch with a talent for potions would be placed in a pack with a talented duelist, an animagi, and someone skilled with subtle charms. These age-based squads were, in turn, linked with squads from other ages to form “packs,” underneath the leadership of a single member of faculty. This careful arrangement of skills was designed to ensure that if the school were attacked and the students and instructors forced to flee, each group would have the maximum chance of survival.

Each pack is given a barracks in the school, divided only by age. Girls and boys share common space, but private cells that contain only their beds, a basin, and enough room to change in (except for first year students, whose quarters are in the bowels of the converted slave ship). The Allegiance Academy promotes absolute gender equality and treats matters of sexual misconduct with extreme harshness. Though they have lost much of their militant edge in the last thirty years, the school philosophy is that one’s fellows are students and fellow troops first and men or women second.

(This beautiful work was created by Tumblr user toastyhat and commissioned by hibernatingsunflower. The mods would like to thank them both for giving us a chance to share it with all of you!)

“Whatever the Purist amongst us say, there must always be Muggles who know of our existence. Philosophically, it is an inevitable truth that a secret cannot truly be said to be kept if there is not one in the knowing who, perhaps, should not be. But more practically, our kind could not hope to split so fully from the pages of Muggle history without a few hands on the other side of the page to help with the editing: be they the kin of those born with magic in their souls (for you will never convince me it is in the blood, whatever those men in the MRD say), or our own sons and daughters whose spark never bloomed. Sometimes they are simply those rare people whom we can trust…or whom we must. 

Such a man led this nation once. Magical society was only ever partially obfuscated in the Americas before the AWC formalized its borders, but only a few of the Muggle nation’s early leaders knew that a number of wizards and witches had thrown their wands and talents in on the side of Independence. To these select few, the whole of the magical world was revealed, and side-by-side our nations walked forward into a new world, separate but united, much like the states and regions themselves. 

On September 18th, 1793, the many vows and promises exchanged by our people were set firmly in stone. General George Washington, President Elect of the Muggles of the United States of America, set down the cornerstone of the building that would become the heart of his fledging country. He bore with him occult instruments, setting the corner-stone in solemn ceremony that, to his own people, bore the proper significance for such a historic moment. 

On its own, of course, such a ritual would have no power…but Washington knew that a scant few miles away, in the already obfuscated town that would one day be known as Circle’s Corner, 7 of the nation’s strongest mages were performing their own spells, weaving magic into the stone and forging, through the strongest of compacts, ties that could not be broken. As the stone came down, so did its shadow, and from that shadow, and all the stones that follow, the Congress of Wizardry was built: the child of Muggle Artisanry and Wizarding Power.

The building, which seems to be constructed of stones as dark as the Muggle Capitol’s are white, perfectly mirrors that mundane construction, at least on the exterior. The frescoes and statues within, of course, reflect the proud history and traditions of American wizarding (or at least how some would like it to be remembered). Is is a masterpiece of warped space, occupying the exact same area as the Muggle Capitol while at the same time never touching it…well almost never. In 1814, when the British set the American capitol building aflame, its magical brother, apparently of its own accord and out of sympathy for its twin, summoned down a rainstorm that saved it from complete destruction.  

[1] It is, of course, traditional that the first time the elected leader of our muggle compatriots is alone in their oval office he will find himself spun out of time and into the presence of the President, wherein they will have a little chat about how things operate. Depending on the pair such meetings may happen many times, either in animosity (as with Jackson and Reed) or amiable partnership (as with Roosevelt and Goode), or just once (as with Barshwold and Bush). Our president’s office is, of course, a Heptagram, which is the proper shape for a room where so much power is centered.”

-Willard Stockhausen, Introduction to the History of the American Wizarding Confederation, “Chapter 2: Wands and Revolution.” (Required Reading for the Salem Institute 1st Years)

[Today, 221 years ago, President George Washington laid the cornerstone of the building that would become the iconic U.S. Capitol Building…which this moderator is currently looking out at from his office window. You can read more about the Capitol here] 

“Whatever the Purist amongst us say, there must always be Muggles who know of our existence. Philosophically, it is an inevitable truth that a secret cannot truly be said to be kept if there is not one in the knowing who, perhaps, should not be. But more practically, our kind could not hope to split so fully from the pages of Muggle history without a few hands on the other side of the page to help with the editing: be they the kin of those born with magic in their souls (for you will never convince me it is in the blood, whatever those men in the MRD say), or our own sons and daughters whose spark never bloomed. Sometimes they are simply those rare people whom we can trust…or whom we must.

Such a man led this nation once. Magical society was only ever partially obfuscated in the Americas before the AWC formalized its borders, but only a few of the Muggle nation’s early leaders knew that a number of wizards and witches had thrown their wands and talents in on the side of Independence. To these select few, the whole of the magical world was revealed, and side-by-side our nations walked forward into a new world, separate but united, much like the states and regions themselves.

On September 18th, 1793, the many vows and promises exchanged by our people were set firmly in stone. General George Washington, President Elect of the Muggles of the United States of America, set down the cornerstone of the building that would become the heart of his fledging country. He bore with him occult instruments, setting the corner-stone in solemn ceremony that, to his own people, bore the proper significance for such a historic moment.

On its own, of course, such a ritual would have no power…but Washington knew that a scant few miles away, in the already obfuscated town that would one day be known as Circle’s Corner, 7 of the nation’s strongest mages were performing their own spells, weaving magic into the stone and forging, through the strongest of compacts, ties that could not be broken. As the stone came down, so did its shadow, and from that shadow, and all the stones that follow, the Congress of Wizardry was built: the child of Muggle Artisanry and Wizarding Power.

The building, which seems to be constructed of stones as dark as the Muggle Capitol’s are white, perfectly mirrors that mundane construction, at least on the exterior. The frescoes and statues within, of course, reflect the proud history and traditions of American wizarding (or at least how some would like it to be remembered). Is is a masterpiece of warped space, occupying the exact same area as the Muggle Capitol while at the same time never touching it…well almost never. In 1814, when the British set the American capitol building aflame, its magical brother, apparently of its own accord and out of sympathy for its twin, summoned down a rainstorm that saved it from complete destruction.  

[1] It is, of course, traditional that the first time the elected leader of our muggle compatriots is alone in their oval office he will find himself spun out of time and into the presence of the President, wherein they will have a little chat about how things operate. Depending on the pair such meetings may happen many times, either in animosity (as with Jackson and Reed) or amiable partnership (as with Roosevelt and Goode), or just once (as with Barshwold and Bush). Our president’s office is, of course, a Heptagram, which is the proper shape for a room where so much power is centered.”

-Willard Stockhausen, Introduction to the History of the American Wizarding Confederation, “Chapter 2: Wands and Revolution.” (Required Reading for the Salem Institute 1st Years)

[Today, 221 years ago, President George Washington laid the cornerstone of the building that would become the iconic U.S. Capitol Building…which this moderator is currently looking out at from his office window. You can read more about the Capitol here

malformalady:

White peacocks fighting for dominance


Malfoys in America:

Like their British relatives, the pureblooded Malfoy family has been a potent political force in the AWC since the early colonial period, though they are not nearly so unilateral in their opinions. There are, in fact, three distinct Malfoy lineages in the AWC, each with their own preoccupations and concerns:[1]

The Virginia-Malfoys: The earliest descendents of the Malfoy family to arrive in the new world were Gallus Malfoy and his bride (and second cousin) Vela Malfoy nee Black. The couple had acquired a rather verdant tract of land in the piedmont region in 1647, which they have held to this day as the family seat. The Virginia-Malfoys have been historical advocates of their own superiority. Owning vast and fertile tracts of land, this branch of the family promoted the slave trade and pressed for more flexibility in the Statute of Secrecy that would allow them to enchant and bind their human chattel using a variety of hexes and unbreakable vows, all under the premise that their slaves were more animal than human anyway, and the Statute shouldn’t count where they were concerned. The family suffered a major setback after the end of the Wizarding Civil War (a conflict which otherwise barely touched them directly, as few scions of the house were willing to enter the fray directly) and were forced to sell much of their properties and holdings around the state to ensure their continued wealth and influence. They have since bounced back into prominence, and recently Phoebus Malfoy (86) retired from his seat as a Representative for the South-Eastern Region of Congress. He has since been replaced by his son, Fractus Malfoy (49), who currently represents Purists interests. The Virginia-Malfoys have been long investors and alumni of the Randolph-Poythress Institute of Magic, and were avid supporters of the Revolutionary War.  

The Boston-Malfoys: The second-oldest branch of the Malfoys in the new world, the Boston Malfoys immigrated to Massachusetts in 1675, settling in the city that has been their home now for over three-hundred years. The homestead was founded by Delphine Malfoy and her eldest son, Perseus, to keep closer tabs on the family interest in what is now famously known as the “Triangle-Trade” out of Boston. Though more closely embroiled in the slave-trade than their southern  cousins, the Boston-Malfoys were forced to diversify their interests after the slave-trade was abolished. They invested in ship-building and industry in the early 1800s and prospered as a result, though there were charges leveled against them for violating a number of fair-trading laws and muggle-protections throughout the 19th century. Cellus Malfoy was actually imprisoned in Under-State Penitentiary in 1854 for using the Imperius Curse to obtain free labor from unwitting Muggles. His daughter, Portentia, joined him 15 years later for jinxing the machinery of Muggle competitors. Though the family originally insisted on sending their heirs and scions back to Hogwarts for their education, they began sending them to the Salem Institute after the War of 1812. Though they haven’t held a political seat in 50 years, the Boston-Malfoys are considered one of the wealthiest families in the AWC. 

The Savannah-Malfoys:  Looked down upon by the Virginia and Boston Malfoys, the Savannah branch of the family actually has very little relation to its more northern relatives, being descended from the original French family instead of its English offshoot. The Savannah Malfoys came to the AWC in 1793 from Paris, fleeing the Reign of Terror, and established themselves in Georgia. They rose quickly to prominence in the magical society of the south, riding high on the growing sentiment of Purism. Keeping only a small tract of land and small number of slaves, rumors nonetheless began to fly of the family’s strange magical practices, which were considered dark even by the standards of South-Eastern magical families. They have, over the centuries, retained their social influence even while rising and falling on tides of economic strength. The one thing that can be said of the Savannah-Malfoys however, is as bad as their luck can be you can always bet that somehow things are worse for their enemies. 

[1] There were once four lineages in the new world, but the Louisiana-Malfoys’ line was extinguished in the late 1800s for reasons that have never officially been established, though popular rumor insists that the leader of the family at the time, Cressius Malfoy, crossed Marie Laveau and suffered the consequences…or possibly still does.

malformalady:

White peacocks fighting for dominance

Malfoys in America:

Like their British relatives, the pureblooded Malfoy family has been a potent political force in the AWC since the early colonial period, though they are not nearly so unilateral in their opinions. There are, in fact, three distinct Malfoy lineages in the AWC, each with their own preoccupations and concerns:[1]

The Virginia-Malfoys: The earliest descendents of the Malfoy family to arrive in the new world were Gallus Malfoy and his bride (and second cousin) Vela Malfoy nee Black. The couple had acquired a rather verdant tract of land in the piedmont region in 1647, which they have held to this day as the family seat. The Virginia-Malfoys have been historical advocates of their own superiority. Owning vast and fertile tracts of land, this branch of the family promoted the slave trade and pressed for more flexibility in the Statute of Secrecy that would allow them to enchant and bind their human chattel using a variety of hexes and unbreakable vows, all under the premise that their slaves were more animal than human anyway, and the Statute shouldn’t count where they were concerned. The family suffered a major setback after the end of the Wizarding Civil War (a conflict which otherwise barely touched them directly, as few scions of the house were willing to enter the fray directly) and were forced to sell much of their properties and holdings around the state to ensure their continued wealth and influence. They have since bounced back into prominence, and recently Phoebus Malfoy (86) retired from his seat as a Representative for the South-Eastern Region of Congress. He has since been replaced by his son, Fractus Malfoy (49), who currently represents Purists interests. The Virginia-Malfoys have been long investors and alumni of the Randolph-Poythress Institute of Magic, and were avid supporters of the Revolutionary War.  

The Boston-Malfoys: The second-oldest branch of the Malfoys in the new world, the Boston Malfoys immigrated to Massachusetts in 1675, settling in the city that has been their home now for over three-hundred years. The homestead was founded by Delphine Malfoy and her eldest son, Perseus, to keep closer tabs on the family interest in what is now famously known as the “Triangle-Trade” out of Boston. Though more closely embroiled in the slave-trade than their southern  cousins, the Boston-Malfoys were forced to diversify their interests after the slave-trade was abolished. They invested in ship-building and industry in the early 1800s and prospered as a result, though there were charges leveled against them for violating a number of fair-trading laws and muggle-protections throughout the 19th century. Cellus Malfoy was actually imprisoned in Under-State Penitentiary in 1854 for using the Imperius Curse to obtain free labor from unwitting Muggles. His daughter, Portentia, joined him 15 years later for jinxing the machinery of Muggle competitors. Though the family originally insisted on sending their heirs and scions back to Hogwarts for their education, they began sending them to the Salem Institute after the War of 1812. Though they haven’t held a political seat in 50 years, the Boston-Malfoys are considered one of the wealthiest families in the AWC.

The Savannah-Malfoys:  Looked down upon by the Virginia and Boston Malfoys, the Savannah branch of the family actually has very little relation to its more northern relatives, being descended from the original French family instead of its English offshoot. The Savannah Malfoys came to the AWC in 1793 from Paris, fleeing the Reign of Terror, and established themselves in Georgia. They rose quickly to prominence in the magical society of the south, riding high on the growing sentiment of Purism. Keeping only a small tract of land and small number of slaves, rumors nonetheless began to fly of the family’s strange magical practices, which were considered dark even by the standards of South-Eastern magical families. They have, over the centuries, retained their social influence even while rising and falling on tides of economic strength. The one thing that can be said of the Savannah-Malfoys however, is as bad as their luck can be you can always bet that somehow things are worse for their enemies.

[1] There were once four lineages in the new world, but the Louisiana-Malfoys’ line was extinguished in the late 1800s for reasons that have never officially been established, though popular rumor insists that the leader of the family at the time, Cressius Malfoy, crossed Marie Laveau and suffered the consequences…or possibly still does.

Thai Hernandez: Drummer and Song-Writer of the Bent-Winged Snitches

Thai Hernandez was born in Austin, TX in 1986, the daughter a thoroughly Muggle music teacher and a highly spiritual but completely unmagical manicurist. The youngest of five children, Thai was the only one who developed a talent for magic. At the age of six, the young girl realized she could play each one of her father’s many instruments solely by thinking how each one should sound when played. It was a secret she shared with her astonished father, who contacted the family priest. The next morning, a figure all in black showed up on the front porch of the family’s small home, but it was not Father Santiago. Ms. Esmerelda Smoot of the Department of Secrecy and Obfuscation was the agent assigned to young Ms. Hernandez’s case, and she would be the family’s guide to the secret Wizarding world.

Thai attended La Academia Occidental (LAO) where she received advanced marks in Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, and Advanced Musical Theory. While attending LAO, she met and became close friends with Lorelei Peters, another Western Academy student who was just a few years ahead of her. The pair’s jam sessions became popular events at the school, and when they met Lashaunta Williams (Laveau Academy, Class of 2001) at an inter-school Quodpot competition (Gators v. Gryffons, 1999) and became fast friends. The trio met up regularly over breaks and summers to play music and talk politics. When Thai, the youngest, graduated LAO in 2003 (she was rated third in her class, much to the exasperation of Mother Superior Chongde Ho, who claims Ms. Hernandez could have been top of her class had she applied herself more to studying and less to her music) the trio started playing together more regularly, making something of a name for themselves in the underground circuit. They discovered Collette West (Blackgate, Class of 2000), the band werewolf and organist, at a show in Chicago in 2005.

When Thai was 25, the band was signed onto Orphean Records, one of the AWC’s premier magical recording companies. Their first album “Bludger” went platinum in 2011, and since then the band’s fame has only skyrocketed as they’ve acquired fans from San Francisco to Saint Petersburg. Since achieving super-stardom, the band, and Thai especially, have leveraged their influence towards a variety of causes, most notably Muggle and werewolf rights and the deconstruction of the Statute of Secrecy. As the primary song-writer for the band, Thai has been responsible for some of their most inflammatory lyrics and songs, including the recent hit, “Thunderbirds,” a scathing indictment of AWC policy that favored the protection of magical beasts over the Native Tribes. Another fan-favorite, “Daughters of the Moon” contains the famous line, “You fear my howls to moon and air, but when I scream you just don’t care.” The song has become a rallying cry to the Werewolf Right’s Movement.

Thai Hernandez lives more on the road than anywhere else these days, but she does keep a permanent home in Austin, TX, hidden in her old neighborhood. Unlike many magical artists, she donates large amounts of money to muggle causes, including causes promoting education and literacy amongst muggle children, and the ASPCA.

(Li Yuchun by Wing Shya for Vogue Italia January 2013)

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Posted Announcement from Headmistress Mariame Odinson at Black Gate Academy, October 5th, 2003

To My Very Dear Students,
The Headmistress would like to remind you all that a healthy dose of curiosity and skepticism is encouraged.  Black Gate was founded on the principles of discovering new and uncharted territories and branching out in new endeavors.  We encourage exploration and experimentation in your studies, and students should feel free to make use of the library and all authorized school materials to further their personal magical inquiries.
However, the Headmistress would like to gently remind students that Professor Erilingr does not consider his Enchantment supplies as being open and available for public use.  The Headmistress would also like to mention that Professor Erilingr is rather protective of his classroom and does not appreciate any attempts to break into it, and that likely the next time you try, the security will be rather heightened.  The Headmistress would additionally add that Professor Erilingr tends to be hex-happy and a rather good shot at that.
Furthermore, at Professor Erilingr’s explicit request and the Headmistress’s concurrence, we would like to also remind students that the Runes located about Black Gate grounds are not to be tampered with, and efforts made by students to dislodge them from their places - while admirable in their indication of the depth and breadth both of human inquisitiveness and naivete - will result only in very nasty consequences for anyone involved, as the stones have been be-spelled by things beyond your comprehension older than recorded time itself, and your Headmistress is not responsible for anyone foolish enough to persist in meddling.  It’s really just rather best to leave them alone, all told.  Yes, we know this may seem like a silly rule to you that should be challenged without hesitation, and normally we would quite agree with you, but in this particular instance, we really would rather advise you not to.  A true mark of Wisdom, dear students, is knowing when a matter is to be challenged and meddled with, and when it is a good idea to simply back away from potentially impending dire consequences.
The Rune Stones should also absolutely under no circumstances be touched by human blood.  This is for your own protection, you understand - our Groundskeeper simply hates having to scrub exploded student entrails out from between the stonework.  Which is of course the inescapable result of the aforementioned incident.  Really, why are you near those stones in the first place?  They’re very difficult to find, all told.  It’s really just best to leave them be.  You wouldn’t want to be the first student to die at Black Gate, would you?  Think of what everyone would say.  You’d be rather a laughingstock to die over something so foolish.  Best just leave it alone.  That’s a girl.  Or boy.  Or whoever you may be.
As a final note, the Headmistress would like to remind students, particularly all of you especially darling, precocious, and adventuresome types that feel the above warnings do not apply to you, that just because Charlie hasn’t eaten a student yet does not mean that such a possibility is off the table in future.

Warmest regards,Professor OdinsonHeadmistress
~*~

Posted Announcement from Headmistress Mariame Odinson at Black Gate Academy, October 5th, 2003

To My Very Dear Students,

The Headmistress would like to remind you all that a healthy dose of curiosity and skepticism is encouraged.  Black Gate was founded on the principles of discovering new and uncharted territories and branching out in new endeavors.  We encourage exploration and experimentation in your studies, and students should feel free to make use of the library and all authorized school materials to further their personal magical inquiries.

However, the Headmistress would like to gently remind students that Professor Erilingr does not consider his Enchantment supplies as being open and available for public use.  The Headmistress would also like to mention that Professor Erilingr is rather protective of his classroom and does not appreciate any attempts to break into it, and that likely the next time you try, the security will be rather heightened.  The Headmistress would additionally add that Professor Erilingr tends to be hex-happy and a rather good shot at that.

Furthermore, at Professor Erilingr’s explicit request and the Headmistress’s concurrence, we would like to also remind students that the Runes located about Black Gate grounds are not to be tampered with, and efforts made by students to dislodge them from their places - while admirable in their indication of the depth and breadth both of human inquisitiveness and naivete - will result only in very nasty consequences for anyone involved, as the stones have been be-spelled by things beyond your comprehension older than recorded time itself, and your Headmistress is not responsible for anyone foolish enough to persist in meddling.  It’s really just rather best to leave them alone, all told.  Yes, we know this may seem like a silly rule to you that should be challenged without hesitation, and normally we would quite agree with you, but in this particular instance, we really would rather advise you not to.  A true mark of Wisdom, dear students, is knowing when a matter is to be challenged and meddled with, and when it is a good idea to simply back away from potentially impending dire consequences.

The Rune Stones should also absolutely under no circumstances be touched by human blood.  This is for your own protection, you understand - our Groundskeeper simply hates having to scrub exploded student entrails out from between the stonework.  Which is of course the inescapable result of the aforementioned incident.  Really, why are you near those stones in the first place?  They’re very difficult to find, all told.  It’s really just best to leave them be.  You wouldn’t want to be the first student to die at Black Gate, would you?  Think of what everyone would say.  You’d be rather a laughingstock to die over something so foolish.  Best just leave it alone.  That’s a girl.  Or boy.  Or whoever you may be.

As a final note, the Headmistress would like to remind students, particularly all of you especially darling, precocious, and adventuresome types that feel the above warnings do not apply to you, that just because Charlie hasn’t eaten a student yet does not mean that such a possibility is off the table in future.

Warmest regards,
Professor Odinson
Headmistress

~*~

CMR File #8721Prepared by Officer H. Crede, North-Western Region
Name: Arviragus
Species: harpy eagle
Notes: Owned by former President Barshwold. Used during his (mercifully brief) term in office to communicate with other leaders in the wizarding world. Transgressions include, but are certainly not limited to: Broke three windows at the Portuguese Escritório de Ouro in order to reach Ministra Pinhiero. Befouled Secretary Pavlenko’s desk at the ICW offices. Once attempted to snatch the golden hoop out of British Minister Shacklebolt’s ear. After being removed from official duties, proceeded to harass peoples both magical and Muggle within flying distance of the Barshwold estate.
Status: Nuisance animal
Restrictions: Fitted with a charmed anklet to prevent his leaving the Barshwold estate. Former President Barshwold has been warned that the animal does not, despite his insistence, enjoy diplomatic immunity, and if found off of his grounds, will be confiscated and moved to a CMR holding facility.

CMR File #8721
Prepared by Officer H. Crede, North-Western Region

Name: Arviragus

Species: harpy eagle

Notes: Owned by former President Barshwold. Used during his (mercifully brief) term in office to communicate with other leaders in the wizarding world. Transgressions include, but are certainly not limited to: Broke three windows at the Portuguese Escritório de Ouro in order to reach Ministra Pinhiero. Befouled Secretary Pavlenko’s desk at the ICW offices. Once attempted to snatch the golden hoop out of British Minister Shacklebolt’s ear. After being removed from official duties, proceeded to harass peoples both magical and Muggle within flying distance of the Barshwold estate.

Status: Nuisance animal

Restrictions: Fitted with a charmed anklet to prevent his leaving the Barshwold estate. Former President Barshwold has been warned that the animal does not, despite his insistence, enjoy diplomatic immunity, and if found off of his grounds, will be confiscated and moved to a CMR holding facility.

Agent: Dean Cormick
Office: Department of National Security
Import: Status Update

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Things are calm, for the moment, in the 6th Burough, though tensions still run high. Aurors and Strike-Wizards have been dispatched throughout the neighborhood and across the island of Manhattan, especially around the site of the attack. As per the emergency declaration of the Congress, trained healers and agents were not kept from contributing to the rescue efforts, but more overt acts of magic were curtailed and discouraged. Specially licensed Aurors acted in concert with trained Obfuscators, who were on hand to wipe the memories of Muggle witnesses. Civilians were barred from participating but have been given special dispensation to work in less dangerous efforts, so that their lack of training will not complicate rescue efforts.

Due to the fractal nature of the 6th Borough, parts of it have been damaged by the falling towers. This damage has largely been repaired, however, save for the now defunct passage that once led into the south tower. Ms. Tasha Yun, who organized an escape through the gate after the attack, has been released on a pardon by the President based on the emergency situation involved. The Muggles she saved have had their memories obfuscated and were returned to the site of the attack to be “saved” by Muggle authorities. Citizens of the 6th Borough have already petitioned the mayor to preserve the twisted, silver gate as a memorial to the attack.

We confirm our earlier report of no damage to either the AB-DENS or DFAMC headquarters, close to the site of the attack in Arlington, Virginia, though operatives in both institutions reported earthquake-like shocks at the time of impact. The Muggle authorities have issued bulletins analyzing the potential for subsequent attacks on important sites in D.C., Richmond, and Portsmouth, and we ask that members of the magical community remain alert to potential threats to both Muggle and wizarding monuments, landmarks, and government institutions.

The crash site in Pennsylvania was far enough to the west of Stoppelwald as to pose no threat to citizens of that town. Madam Anneliese Beregild, the resident Healer of Stoppelwald, offered her services upon hearing of the crash; regrettably, we can confirm that all 44 Muggles aboard died upon impact.

As far as we can tell only two magical people were killed in the attacks, both at the north tower of the World Trade Center: Mr. Wyoming Gates, who it is believed was caught in the initial impact when the Muggle aircraft struck the building, and Mr. James Rainer, who actually made several attempts through apparition to save his coworkers and misjudged his last jump, landing as the tower came down. He has been nominated posthumously for the Order of the Iron Feather for deeds of extreme bravery in a time of great danger.

We are also in the process of tracking down the identity of the mages responsible for a series of magical attacks against individuals they believed to be of the Muslim faith or of Arabic heritage. Wizards or witches unknown have been responsible for a number of nasty hexes being placed on at least a dozen such people, three of whom were actually Sikhs, and one Hindi couple whom we were lucky enough to separate before the grafting curse took full hold. Magical representatives of these communities are demanding justice, and their demands have only intensified since Mr. Sargon Farhi was found murdered in his home yesterday by means of the Killing Curse. Chester A. McClean has been arrested for the murder but denies complicity in any other attacks.
It is advised that we maintain a heightened presence in all communities, as similar reports are coming in from elsewhere in the AWC. A tactical use of AB-DENS resources will be vital in upcoming months to maintain order.

[Today is the anniversary of the September 11th Terrorist Attacks. The attacks have defined much of the history of the last decade and current events. As a result we have only touched lightly on its effects on American Wizarding, but we would ask you to take a moment today to remember those who lost their lives 13 years ago today. Thank you.]

Agent: Dean Cormick
Office: Department of National Security
Import: Status Update

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Things are calm, for the moment, in the 6th Burough, though tensions still run high. Aurors and Strike-Wizards have been dispatched throughout the neighborhood and across the island of Manhattan, especially around the site of the attack. As per the emergency declaration of the Congress, trained healers and agents were not kept from contributing to the rescue efforts, but more overt acts of magic were curtailed and discouraged. Specially licensed Aurors acted in concert with trained Obfuscators, who were on hand to wipe the memories of Muggle witnesses. Civilians were barred from participating but have been given special dispensation to work in less dangerous efforts, so that their lack of training will not complicate rescue efforts.

Due to the fractal nature of the 6th Borough, parts of it have been damaged by the falling towers. This damage has largely been repaired, however, save for the now defunct passage that once led into the south tower. Ms. Tasha Yun, who organized an escape through the gate after the attack, has been released on a pardon by the President based on the emergency situation involved. The Muggles she saved have had their memories obfuscated and were returned to the site of the attack to be “saved” by Muggle authorities. Citizens of the 6th Borough have already petitioned the mayor to preserve the twisted, silver gate as a memorial to the attack.

We confirm our earlier report of no damage to either the AB-DENS or DFAMC headquarters, close to the site of the attack in Arlington, Virginia, though operatives in both institutions reported earthquake-like shocks at the time of impact. The Muggle authorities have issued bulletins analyzing the potential for subsequent attacks on important sites in D.C., Richmond, and Portsmouth, and we ask that members of the magical community remain alert to potential threats to both Muggle and wizarding monuments, landmarks, and government institutions.

The crash site in Pennsylvania was far enough to the west of Stoppelwald as to pose no threat to citizens of that town. Madam Anneliese Beregild, the resident Healer of Stoppelwald, offered her services upon hearing of the crash; regrettably, we can confirm that all 44 Muggles aboard died upon impact.

As far as we can tell only two magical people were killed in the attacks, both at the north tower of the World Trade Center: Mr. Wyoming Gates, who it is believed was caught in the initial impact when the Muggle aircraft struck the building, and Mr. James Rainer, who actually made several attempts through apparition to save his coworkers and misjudged his last jump, landing as the tower came down. He has been nominated posthumously for the Order of the Iron Feather for deeds of extreme bravery in a time of great danger.

We are also in the process of tracking down the identity of the mages responsible for a series of magical attacks against individuals they believed to be of the Muslim faith or of Arabic heritage. Wizards or witches unknown have been responsible for a number of nasty hexes being placed on at least a dozen such people, three of whom were actually Sikhs, and one Hindi couple whom we were lucky enough to separate before the grafting curse took full hold. Magical representatives of these communities are demanding justice, and their demands have only intensified since Mr. Sargon Farhi was found murdered in his home yesterday by means of the Killing Curse. Chester A. McClean has been arrested for the murder but denies complicity in any other attacks.

It is advised that we maintain a heightened presence in all communities, as similar reports are coming in from elsewhere in the AWC. A tactical use of AB-DENS resources will be vital in upcoming months to maintain order.
[Today is the anniversary of the September 11th Terrorist Attacks. The attacks have defined much of the history of the last decade and current events. As a result we have only touched lightly on its effects on American Wizarding, but we would ask you to take a moment today to remember those who lost their lives 13 years ago today. Thank you.]

Piscae Patronae is considered by many scientists to be the happiest animal on the face of the planet. Known more commonly as the spark fish or a “sparky,” to witches and wizards who live along the shores of the Great Lakes, Piscae Patronae never grows larger than two inches long. Despite its diminutive size it is one of the most potently magical creatures known to wizarding kind.
Found in the deepest, darkest waters of lakes Superior, Huron, and Michigan, Sparkies have evolved the unique ability to replicate a Patronus Charm. The spell takes the form of an individual krill, which lights the darkness of the fish’s habitat like a streak of silver lightning.
On certain nights of the year,  Piscae Patronae swarm to the surface in large numbers in certain parts of the lake, illuminating the surface with their magic. It is a spectacular show for anyone lucky enough to witness it, and one which the Department of Secrecy and Obfuscation, along with the Department of Resources and Magical Conservation, keep hidden from the mundane population
Despite their intense beauty, the existence of the Sparkies raises several questions, not the least of which is what a fish’s happiest memory must be, and what lurks in the dark places of the Great Lakes to necessitate such a marvelous but potent adaptation.

Piscae Patronae is considered by many scientists to be the happiest animal on the face of the planet. Known more commonly as the spark fish or a “sparky,” to witches and wizards who live along the shores of the Great Lakes, Piscae Patronae never grows larger than two inches long. Despite its diminutive size it is one of the most potently magical creatures known to wizarding kind.

Found in the deepest, darkest waters of lakes Superior, Huron, and Michigan, Sparkies have evolved the unique ability to replicate a Patronus Charm. The spell takes the form of an individual krill, which lights the darkness of the fish’s habitat like a streak of silver lightning.

On certain nights of the year, Piscae Patronae swarm to the surface in large numbers in certain parts of the lake, illuminating the surface with their magic. It is a spectacular show for anyone lucky enough to witness it, and one which the Department of Secrecy and Obfuscation, along with the Department of Resources and Magical Conservation, keep hidden from the mundane population

Despite their intense beauty, the existence of the Sparkies raises several questions, not the least of which is what a fish’s happiest memory must be, and what lurks in the dark places of the Great Lakes to necessitate such a marvelous but potent adaptation.

The sorceress known to history as “Slue-Foot” Sue, was actually born as Susan Adakai in Sante Fe in 1847. The daughter of an American soldier and a Navajo Medicine Woman, Sue barely knew her father, and her mother was killed during one of the many military raids that defined the period. In a period of increased military activity by American forces against Native Tribes, Sue was a wild-card. Her mixed heritage made her an outsider to both camps, and though she grew up amongst her mother’s people and had inherited her magical aptitude, none of the Native mages would consent to taking her on a pupil. As this was also many years before more regional schools (such as the Mesa Academy or Occidental) would open their doors, Sue had to learn on her own how to control her powers, which manifested in a variety of interesting ways, including a natural affinity for weather and wild animals.  She was a fearsome fighter, an excellent shot with a gun, and had a singing voice that could cut glass at fifty paces. 

She was also a great beauty which is, alas, one of the few things muggles seem to remember about her. Few enough stories exist in the mundane community about the witch who tamed the Giant Cat-Fish of the Rio-Grande (a species now, sadly, extinct in the North America, though some magizoologists claim specimens still live in the mighty Amazon) and could dance up a thunderstorm. Most of the stories muggles tell of Madam Adakai have to do with her ill-fated romantic liaison with an AWC Auror by the name of William “Pecos” Picazo. Though Sue had been something of an outsider amongst her mother’s people, she still sided with them firmly against the invading forces of both the muggle and magical “new” Americans. 

Sue refused to be bound by the conventions of American Magical Law, much less the Statute of Secrecy, and worked openly to help her people fight back against incursions and, when finally overwhelmed when she was just sixteen, with the forced migration that came to be known as “the Long Walk.” Sue turned to a life of crime in her twenties, robbing both Muggle and Magical establishments. Traveling up and down the American frontier, she became a common face in Black Plains (ND) until her death at the hands of her long time adversary (and many say only love interest), Pecos Bill, at the age of 29.

Sadly Madam Adakai was wiped from the few muggle records in which she occured, and she lived on only in folk memory, becoming the wife of a Muggle tall-tale who also suffered a tragic end. The government still defends the erasure, arguing that Sue’s constant and flagrant use of magic in her crimes and in front of Muggles was an egregious breach of the Statute of Secrecy. Despite this official story, of course, many whisper that Sue’s removal from the historical record was actually their final punishment for a witch-of-the-wilds who refused to be tamed.

The sorceress known to history as “Slue-Foot” Sue, was actually born as Susan Adakai in Sante Fe in 1847. The daughter of an American soldier and a Navajo Medicine Woman, Sue barely knew her father, and her mother was killed during one of the many military raids that defined the period. In a period of increased military activity by American forces against Native Tribes, Sue was a wild-card. Her mixed heritage made her an outsider to both camps, and though she grew up amongst her mother’s people and had inherited her magical aptitude, none of the Native mages would consent to taking her on a pupil. As this was also many years before more regional schools (such as the Mesa Academy or Occidental) would open their doors, Sue had to learn on her own how to control her powers, which manifested in a variety of interesting ways, including a natural affinity for weather and wild animals.  She was a fearsome fighter, an excellent shot with a gun, and had a singing voice that could cut glass at fifty paces.

She was also a great beauty which is, alas, one of the few things muggles seem to remember about her. Few enough stories exist in the mundane community about the witch who tamed the Giant Cat-Fish of the Rio-Grande (a species now, sadly, extinct in the North America, though some magizoologists claim specimens still live in the mighty Amazon) and could dance up a thunderstorm. Most of the stories muggles tell of Madam Adakai have to do with her ill-fated romantic liaison with an AWC Auror by the name of William “Pecos” Picazo. Though Sue had been something of an outsider amongst her mother’s people, she still sided with them firmly against the invading forces of both the muggle and magical “new” Americans.

Sue refused to be bound by the conventions of American Magical Law, much less the Statute of Secrecy, and worked openly to help her people fight back against incursions and, when finally overwhelmed when she was just sixteen, with the forced migration that came to be known as “the Long Walk.” Sue turned to a life of crime in her twenties, robbing both Muggle and Magical establishments. Traveling up and down the American frontier, she became a common face in Black Plains (ND) until her death at the hands of her long time adversary (and many say only love interest), Pecos Bill, at the age of 29.

Sadly Madam Adakai was wiped from the few muggle records in which she occured, and she lived on only in folk memory, becoming the wife of a Muggle tall-tale who also suffered a tragic end. The government still defends the erasure, arguing that Sue’s constant and flagrant use of magic in her crimes and in front of Muggles was an egregious breach of the Statute of Secrecy. Despite this official story, of course, many whisper that Sue’s removal from the historical record was actually their final punishment for a witch-of-the-wilds who refused to be tamed.