headcanonish:

freersackler:

Today is Meteor Day! Nearly 400 years ago, a meteorite fell into Emperor Jahangir’s kingdom. He had it transformed into this glittering blade, which he said “cut beautifully, as well as the very best swords.”

Knives forged from unearthly metal are particularly potent in certain kinds of magical ritual. The Space Chamber of the Department of Mysteries collects these knived and other tools made from meteors to ascertain their magical and physical properties. Currently they are working out an exchange with their American counterparts, who have offered access to their collection of rocks from the Muggle moon landings in exchange for the Ministry’s unparalleled collection of meteoric iron artefacts.

headcanonish:

freersackler:

Today is Meteor Day! Nearly 400 years ago, a meteorite fell into Emperor Jahangir’s kingdom. He had it transformed into this glittering blade, which he said “cut beautifully, as well as the very best swords.”

Knives forged from unearthly metal are particularly potent in certain kinds of magical ritual. The Space Chamber of the Department of Mysteries collects these knived and other tools made from meteors to ascertain their magical and physical properties. Currently they are working out an exchange with their American counterparts, who have offered access to their collection of rocks from the Muggle moon landings in exchange for the Ministry’s unparalleled collection of meteoric iron artefacts.

fripperiesandfobs:

Charles James evening coat (detail), 1947
From the Metropolitan Museum of Art Pinterest

fripperiesandfobs:

Charles James evening coat (detail), 1947

From the Metropolitan Museum of Art Pinterest

flourishandblottsstories:

On her wedding day, Bellatrix wished for nothing more than to be alone.
She wanted the guests to flee from the hall, for her family to slip away from her side, for her groom to leave quietly and never come back.
She stood and pledged herself to Rodolphus, wishing that it was another, greater man beside her.
And if not him, then no one.
~
On her wedding day, Narcissa felt totally and utterly alone.
Her mother fussed over her silver-trimmed robes, her aunt fastened the pearl choker that encircled her neck, her cousins giggled and gossiped and filled the room with useless noise.
But her sisters were not there.  The two people she needed and wanted most in the world and they were not there.
She said the vows, thanked the guests, smiled at the speeches and joined the dances.  She surrounded herself with friends and family and acquaintances and unknown but vaguely important guests.
There might as well have been no one.
~
On her wedding day, Andromeda was alone.
Well, not totally.  Ted had a large and boisterous family.  They were all unspeakably pleased to meet her, something that they made clear with booming voices and raucous laughter.  Ted had childhood friends who clapped him on the back and neighbors who kissed them both on the cheek and Hogwarts classmates who traded inside jokes and memories and who smiled at her politely and warily.
Andromeda sent no invitations.  She had no attendants, no one to button her dress or place her veil or fix her makeup.
Andromeda had no one except Ted.  And her love for him.
It would have to be enough.

flourishandblottsstories:

On her wedding day, Bellatrix wished for nothing more than to be alone.

She wanted the guests to flee from the hall, for her family to slip away from her side, for her groom to leave quietly and never come back.

She stood and pledged herself to Rodolphus, wishing that it was another, greater man beside her.

And if not him, then no one.

~

On her wedding day, Narcissa felt totally and utterly alone.

Her mother fussed over her silver-trimmed robes, her aunt fastened the pearl choker that encircled her neck, her cousins giggled and gossiped and filled the room with useless noise.

But her sisters were not there.  The two people she needed and wanted most in the world and they were not there.

She said the vows, thanked the guests, smiled at the speeches and joined the dances.  She surrounded herself with friends and family and acquaintances and unknown but vaguely important guests.

There might as well have been no one.

~

On her wedding day, Andromeda was alone.

Well, not totally.  Ted had a large and boisterous family.  They were all unspeakably pleased to meet her, something that they made clear with booming voices and raucous laughter.  Ted had childhood friends who clapped him on the back and neighbors who kissed them both on the cheek and Hogwarts classmates who traded inside jokes and memories and who smiled at her politely and warily.

Andromeda sent no invitations.  She had no attendants, no one to button her dress or place her veil or fix her makeup.

Andromeda had no one except Ted.  And her love for him.

It would have to be enough.

omgthatdress:

Pocket Watch
1840s
Christie’s

Albus Dumbledore’s favorite pocket watch. He carried it with him everywhere—he told Minerva he bought it on a whim because it reminded him of the horrid curtains in the Divination Classroom.
[photo submitted by the helpful immlass!]

omgthatdress:

Pocket Watch

1840s

Christie’s

Albus Dumbledore’s favorite pocket watch. He carried it with him everywhere—he told Minerva he bought it on a whim because it reminded him of the horrid curtains in the Divination Classroom.

[photo submitted by the helpful immlass!]

agameofclothes:

What Tyene Sand would wear, Pedro Loredo

agameofclothes:

What Tyene Sand would wear, Pedro Loredo

“…all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they’re rushing all sorts of decisions they’d normally take time over. it was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and centre...”“Including you and Dad.”  "Yes, well, your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?"

jeannepompadour:

Dior evening gown and cape, 1960

Some rather showy wix will spell their cloaks with a Blustering Charm in order to make the fabric billow around them dramatically, affecting the typical look of a hero with a tragic backstory. Of course, the effect can be ruined a bit when the caster’s hair remains immaculately in place despite the theatrics of the “wind.”

jeannepompadour:

Dior evening gown and cape, 1960

Some rather showy wix will spell their cloaks with a Blustering Charm in order to make the fabric billow around them dramatically, affecting the typical look of a hero with a tragic backstory. Of course, the effect can be ruined a bit when the caster’s hair remains immaculately in place despite the theatrics of the “wind.”


Before there was the great Auror, Alastor Moody, there was the great Mr. Percival Macduff. Pictured here, this skilled auror Macduff was not just one of the best duelists in all of Europe, he was also the inventor of countless jinxes, hexes and charms that are used today. Macduff was born in Scotland, around 1790. In this photograph here, Macduff, at the time was 60, displays to the camera his elaborate eye-patch, which covered his wound dealt to him by the infamous criminal, Rolf Bole. Macduff spent twenty years chasing Rolf Bole, and the chase eventually lead to Russia, where Macduff is said to have defeated the dark wizard after a nine hour duel in Siberia. Macduff was said to have declined after defeating Bole, and retired from his job as an auror. Macduff would later go on to be the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and would revolutionize the department, helping to create the complex and strong law-enforcers we have now. Macduff died in 1856, his last words being, “I wonder why he took the right eye and not the left…” To this day the Ministry of Magic remembers Macduff by giving the most skilled aurors the famous Macduff award, which is given to those who died in battle, or lost any part of their body.
Mr. A. Whitestaff, 1st of July, 2014.

Before there was the great Auror, Alastor Moody, there was the great Mr. Percival Macduff. Pictured here, this skilled auror Macduff was not just one of the best duelists in all of Europe, he was also the inventor of countless jinxes, hexes and charms that are used today. Macduff was born in Scotland, around 1790. In this photograph here, Macduff, at the time was 60, displays to the camera his elaborate eye-patch, which covered his wound dealt to him by the infamous criminal, Rolf Bole. Macduff spent twenty years chasing Rolf Bole, and the chase eventually lead to Russia, where Macduff is said to have defeated the dark wizard after a nine hour duel in Siberia. Macduff was said to have declined after defeating Bole, and retired from his job as an auror. Macduff would later go on to be the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and would revolutionize the department, helping to create the complex and strong law-enforcers we have now. Macduff died in 1856, his last words being, “I wonder why he took the right eye and not the left…” To this day the Ministry of Magic remembers Macduff by giving the most skilled aurors the famous Macduff award, which is given to those who died in battle, or lost any part of their body.

Mr. A. Whitestaff, 1st of July, 2014.

headcanonish:

mediumaevum:

Horoscope of Prince Iskandar, grandson of Tamerlane, the Turkman Mongol conqueror, by Imad al-Din Mahmud al-Kashi, from The Book of the Birth of Iskandar (ca. 1384) – Source: Wellcome Library, London. 

Casting the horoscope of a leader, or divining for or about them, or collecting prophecies about them, has traditionally been against the law in most wizarding jurisdiction. The British Ministry has solved this problem by placing most such attempts under the Halls of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries, and by holding divination in such poor repute and teaching it so poorly that the public completely disregards any divinations they might hear. Other countries still take divination about public officials more seriously, and the International Confederation of Wizards has had to promulgate statutes to protect diviners and astrologists from the legal consequences of their discoveries.

headcanonish:

mediumaevum:

Horoscope of Prince Iskandar, grandson of Tamerlane, the Turkman Mongol conqueror, by Imad al-Din Mahmud al-Kashi, from The Book of the Birth of Iskandar (ca. 1384) – Source: Wellcome Library, London. 

Casting the horoscope of a leader, or divining for or about them, or collecting prophecies about them, has traditionally been against the law in most wizarding jurisdiction. The British Ministry has solved this problem by placing most such attempts under the Halls of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries, and by holding divination in such poor repute and teaching it so poorly that the public completely disregards any divinations they might hear. Other countries still take divination about public officials more seriously, and the International Confederation of Wizards has had to promulgate statutes to protect diviners and astrologists from the legal consequences of their discoveries.

jeannepompadour:

Vintage fashion illustrations by Erté

velvetrunway:

FALL 2012 READY-TO-WEAR
Ralph Laurenposted by haute-vanity

velvetrunway:

FALL 2012 READY-TO-WEAR
thelethifoldwitch:

Light and Dark have always been twins, it is how the world is, that balance.
Balance ever present in the world, light and dark and up and down and cold and hot.
People forget their small sibling that is all which is between.
The grey spaces, the middle, and the tepid and lukewarm and in-between temperatures. The pivot, about which they balance.
Draw all the divides you like but remember that there is also the line, and that some people walk it. Agents Albion and Tenebros never forgot. How could they when they were the Unspeakables own proof of concept?
(Image Source)

thelethifoldwitch:

Light and Dark have always been twins, it is how the world is, that balance.

Balance ever present in the world, light and dark and up and down and cold and hot.

People forget their small sibling that is all which is between.

The grey spaces, the middle, and the tepid and lukewarm and in-between temperatures. The pivot, about which they balance.

Draw all the divides you like but remember that there is also the line, and that some people walk it. Agents Albion and Tenebros never forgot. How could they when they were the Unspeakables own proof of concept?

(Image Source)

omgthatdress:

Caftan
Yuki
The Museum of Fine Art, Boston

omgthatdress:

Caftan

Yuki

The Museum of Fine Art, Boston

headcanonish:

(via floating skeleton hand latex monocle prosthetic by SAnomalous)
This monocle functions as a spell loupe when placed on the right eye. As one can imagine by the skeletal hand, the magics involved in its creation were Dark. It was found for sale in Borgin and Burke’s at the time of the shop’s closure and currently is held in the DMLE’s Evidence Room for safekeeping.

headcanonish:

(via floating skeleton hand latex monocle prosthetic by SAnomalous)

This monocle functions as a spell loupe when placed on the right eye. As one can imagine by the skeletal hand, the magics involved in its creation were Dark. It was found for sale in Borgin and Burke’s at the time of the shop’s closure and currently is held in the DMLE’s Evidence Room for safekeeping.

walzerjahrhundert:

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Day Dream, 1880

Portrait of a Ravenclaw Who Really Just Wanted to be Left Alone in the Gardens with Her Book on South American Astronomy and Divination was painted in 1810 and hung by the artist, Enos White, who had a peculiar sense of humour. She hangs in the Great Hall at a level that makes her perfect for a quick chat, and is known to sigh and huff irritably when students noisily loiter in the hall. Friendship with her can be an asset—let’s just say she knows a lot about herbs if you know how to work her ego—but it comes with the price of at least weekly bringing her a book, which must then be held for her at eye-level and the pages turned while she reads.

walzerjahrhundert:

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Day Dream, 1880

Portrait of a Ravenclaw Who Really Just Wanted to be Left Alone in the Gardens with Her Book on South American Astronomy and Divination was painted in 1810 and hung by the artist, Enos White, who had a peculiar sense of humour. She hangs in the Great Hall at a level that makes her perfect for a quick chat, and is known to sigh and huff irritably when students noisily loiter in the hall. Friendship with her can be an asset—let’s just say she knows a lot about herbs if you know how to work her ego—but it comes with the price of at least weekly bringing her a book, which must then be held for her at eye-level and the pages turned while she reads.