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*PhoenixRising* · 05-10-2008, 04:37 AM

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Hello everyone! My name is Jessica, and this is my first time posting a fanfic to this site ~~or any for that matter~~. This FF is actually set up differently than most, as it is a history of a school: Durmstang. It was written back in 2006 for another website by myself (PhoenixRising - or known there as Hermione886/Hermi886) and my friend, Andrea (Chaosconductor - or known there as Starkitten513). All information is fictional based off what we created for Durmstrang on the other site. Enjoy!

Note: I will be posting the whole thing within two or three parts, as well.

***

It was her dream. After years of work choosing textbooks, finding and interviewing teachers, locating a premise, Katrina Zusammen had just finished addressing the letters to the first class of students to enter the newly established Durmstrang Institute of Magical Inquiry. With a flick of her wand the top letter floated into the air and an owl flew in through the door, grabbed it, and took off out the window. A whole pack of owls swooped out of the headmistress’s window, taking a letter to inform the very best students in the area that they were invited to attend the brand new Institute designed as an alternative to other schools in the area. Durmstrang was going to be the greatest institute of learning, Katrina was certain of it. It would be home to the most powerful wizards.

While other schools vowed never to teach the Dark Arts, for fear it would turn young wizards to the dark side, Katrina knew better. She was a self-taught witch, having been turned out of her entirely muggle home once her magical abilities began to surface. Dark Arts had attracted Katrina, not because of their inherent evil, but because of their power. There was no hiding it, she loved power. But, above desiring power, she desired integrity. She was always an odd girl, having difficulty lying or stealing when her classmates never did. Her sense of right and wrong was overpowering. This sense of morality grew as she aged, and the corruption that she saw in the world sickened her. So, when she began the plans for Durmstrang Institute, she was convinced that more than power, the young wizards and witches needed to have the choice between right and wrong. She was unwilling to send them out into the world having armed them only with good magic, knowing that the world was full of darkness. Her students, she vowed, would learn dark arts; even though exposing underage wizards to dark arts was frowned upon, she was adamant in her decision. Katrina then bent over and scribbled down notes on four pieces of parchment, in which she addressed one to each of her four most prized friends: Schlauwer, Reinwille, Starkend, and Glaezand. Katrina valued friendship as much as she valued power or integrity. Her dream could only be realized with the help of her friends, and she vowed her students would learn that lesson too.

One week later, as planned, the five friends met together in the Headmistress’s Office to discuss the rules of Durmstrang Institute and what was to be expected of the teachers and students when they arrived in just under a month. Katrina started crying out for, “Unity. If there is one thing I want most of all from this school, is that I want it to be united. I don’t want any of that house nonsense, which separates people, ruining potential friendships, power. Power is essential for all my students to learn. Without the knowledge of how to achieve power, there is no future for Durmstrang Institute. Integrity; as leaders of a new school, we must respect and honor our teachers and our peers. Through friendship, power, and integrity, Durmstrang can achieve great heights.”

Jessica Reinwille was staring avidly at Katrina, taking in and nodding at every word spoken. “Of course, I agree with all you say. You know my feeling about holding us together as a group. I would do anything for my friends and my students. I intend on teaching the same values.” Reinwille spoke with a strong Bulgarian accent, with the utmost pride and respect.

Suzanne Schlauwer shook her head and spoke in haughty voice, “I disagree. I do not understand this unity business. We should have separate houses to represent each of our views. All students are different, and we must accommodate them in order to grow.”

Tara Glaezand looked up from her vigorous note taking, and spoke in the most elegant French voice, “I am sorry to disappoint you Schlauwer, but unity is important for a new institution. Separating into houses would mean that we are not an equal opportunity school. Students would lose out on the ability to learn from others. We would miss out on the opportunity to really get to know students.”

Andrea Starkend sat quietly in the corner, listening to the others disagree, for they truly were too close of friends to ever really argue. She was fiddling with her wand; drawing a glittering dragon in the air and watching him fade away with a ‘puff.’

“Schlauwer, I know you are partial towards division, dark arts require the doubts and suspicions that inevitably come with dividing people,” she said, speaking slowly as to conceal her thick German accent as much as possible. “Of course, Katrina brought us here not as equals, but as teachers. She wishes unity. We must respect that. If that is to be the manner by which Durmstrang will prosper, I will go along.” The other women stared at Starkend, mostly because of her accusation that they were not equals in this endeavor, but rather subservient to Katrina and her plans.

“Of course, these things can be re-evaluated,” Starkend continued coolly. “For now, we do it your way Katrina. You have asked us here, and we come to you on your terms.”

“Thank you Andrea,” Katrina said, attempting to take what Starkend had said as a compliment. She waved her wand and conjured glasses before each of the women to make a toast. “To Durmstrang,” she said in a strong voice. “To Durmstrang,” the others repeated.

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PhoenixRising Quintaped Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in my head [GMT-6] Posts: 59,001 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasmine Springer (#229a36) Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Emma Montmorency (#301199) Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Kartik Ishaan Joshi (#3112da) Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Kara Walsh (#aa1506) Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tiffany Rose Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x8	Unity: With One Heart, One Thought, We Go Together - Sa9+ YesJess! \| Captain Goggles \| Mama Badger \| Eva's Soul Sister \| An OG™ \| It's all in the Numbers [banner made by me] Hello everyone! My name is Jessica, and this is my first time posting a fanfic to this site ~~or any for that matter~~. This FF is actually set up differently than most, as it is a history of a school: Durmstang. It was written back in 2006 for another website by myself (PhoenixRising - or known there as Hermione886/Hermi886) and my friend, Andrea (Chaosconductor - or known there as Starkitten513). All information is fictional based off what we created for Durmstrang on the other site. Enjoy! Note: I will be posting the whole thing within two or three parts, as well. *** It was her dream. After years of work choosing textbooks, finding and interviewing teachers, locating a premise, Katrina Zusammen had just finished addressing the letters to the first class of students to enter the newly established Durmstrang Institute of Magical Inquiry. With a flick of her wand the top letter floated into the air and an owl flew in through the door, grabbed it, and took off out the window. A whole pack of owls swooped out of the headmistress’s window, taking a letter to inform the very best students in the area that they were invited to attend the brand new Institute designed as an alternative to other schools in the area. Durmstrang was going to be the greatest institute of learning, Katrina was certain of it. It would be home to the most powerful wizards. While other schools vowed never to teach the Dark Arts, for fear it would turn young wizards to the dark side, Katrina knew better. She was a self-taught witch, having been turned out of her entirely muggle home once her magical abilities began to surface. Dark Arts had attracted Katrina, not because of their inherent evil, but because of their power. There was no hiding it, she loved power. But, above desiring power, she desired integrity. She was always an odd girl, having difficulty lying or stealing when her classmates never did. Her sense of right and wrong was overpowering. This sense of morality grew as she aged, and the corruption that she saw in the world sickened her. So, when she began the plans for Durmstrang Institute, she was convinced that more than power, the young wizards and witches needed to have the choice between right and wrong. She was unwilling to send them out into the world having armed them only with good magic, knowing that the world was full of darkness. Her students, she vowed, would learn dark arts; even though exposing underage wizards to dark arts was frowned upon, she was adamant in her decision. Katrina then bent over and scribbled down notes on four pieces of parchment, in which she addressed one to each of her four most prized friends: Schlauwer, Reinwille, Starkend, and Glaezand. Katrina valued friendship as much as she valued power or integrity. Her dream could only be realized with the help of her friends, and she vowed her students would learn that lesson too. One week later, as planned, the five friends met together in the Headmistress’s Office to discuss the rules of Durmstrang Institute and what was to be expected of the teachers and students when they arrived in just under a month. Katrina started crying out for, “Unity. If there is one thing I want most of all from this school, is that I want it to be united. I don’t want any of that house nonsense, which separates people, ruining potential friendships, power. Power is essential for all my students to learn. Without the knowledge of how to achieve power, there is no future for Durmstrang Institute. Integrity; as leaders of a new school, we must respect and honor our teachers and our peers. Through friendship, power, and integrity, Durmstrang can achieve great heights.” Jessica Reinwille was staring avidly at Katrina, taking in and nodding at every word spoken. “Of course, I agree with all you say. You know my feeling about holding us together as a group. I would do anything for my friends and my students. I intend on teaching the same values.” Reinwille spoke with a strong Bulgarian accent, with the utmost pride and respect. Suzanne Schlauwer shook her head and spoke in haughty voice, “I disagree. I do not understand this unity business. We should have separate houses to represent each of our views. All students are different, and we must accommodate them in order to grow.” Tara Glaezand looked up from her vigorous note taking, and spoke in the most elegant French voice, “I am sorry to disappoint you Schlauwer, but unity is important for a new institution. Separating into houses would mean that we are not an equal opportunity school. Students would lose out on the ability to learn from others. We would miss out on the opportunity to really get to know students.” Andrea Starkend sat quietly in the corner, listening to the others disagree, for they truly were too close of friends to ever really argue. She was fiddling with her wand; drawing a glittering dragon in the air and watching him fade away with a ‘puff.’ “Schlauwer, I know you are partial towards division, dark arts require the doubts and suspicions that inevitably come with dividing people,” she said, speaking slowly as to conceal her thick German accent as much as possible. “Of course, Katrina brought us here not as equals, but as teachers. She wishes unity. We must respect that. If that is to be the manner by which Durmstrang will prosper, I will go along.” The other women stared at Starkend, mostly because of her accusation that they were not equals in this endeavor, but rather subservient to Katrina and her plans. “Of course, these things can be re-evaluated,” Starkend continued coolly. “For now, we do it your way Katrina. You have asked us here, and we come to you on your terms.” “Thank you Andrea,” Katrina said, attempting to take what Starkend had said as a compliment. She waved her wand and conjured glasses before each of the women to make a toast. “To Durmstrang,” she said in a strong voice. “To Durmstrang,” the others repeated. __________________ ___________________You should take your little finger and just point it in the mirror. ________________________________________Baby, maybe you're the problem ✯ Last edited by PhoenixRising; 05-16-2008 at 07:27 AM.