It’s not like I don’t realize we’re not exactly the most normal family on the block. I mean, not every teenage girl comes home to a garage full of glocks and AK-47s.
You should just keep it simple and never be torn up by anything that’s out of your hands. Because what you realize being in this business, so much of it is. And I’m actually glad I was sort of ignorant to that. Starting I had a different fire, different passion about it. I was going in to get every job. And whereas now I know the odds are insane. So it’s really about because you love doing this. Whatever it is you wanna do. Stay passionate about it, stay fearless. And don’t care what people think.
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.