"Thank you" I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself, "May Allah bless the hands that give me this gift"; "Beauty is in your eyes that find me pretty"; "May God extend your life"; "May Allah never deny your prayer"; "May the next meal you cook for us be in celebration of your son’s wedding…of your daughter’s graduation…your mother’s recovery"; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere "thank you" an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful."
goblet of fire au where everything is the same except durmstrang is an all-girls school with ladies who are the toughest ever and make sure you won’t forget those bruises if you piss them off enough and beauxbatons is an all-boys school with guys who are very dainty and graceful but will take you down with a flawless ballet move
also cedric doesn’t die
This would be awesome