Fanous and Enchanted Ramadan: Decorations and wishes
As the Great Hall filled with different colored lanterns, students were encouraged to use them to decorate their own rooms, place them somewhere in the school, or gift them to their friends or staff. Glitter sparkled everywhere, adding its own magic. It was time to make a wish, embracing kindness, hope, light, and gratitude. It was believed that those who made a wish with a sincere heart could feel the glow becoming warmer. Perhaps it was just another trick of the mind, but some claimed their lanterns suddenly felt warmer.
Those who wanted to embrace the full atmosphere of happiness could write a note and give it to their friends, staff, or those celebrating Ramadan. A wide variety of paper and covers were laid out on the table along with quills and colored pens. Spreading kindness, hope, and happiness was the main purpose of this day. If someone did not want to give the note personally, they could leave it on the table near the attending staff. Later, it would be delivered to the recipient anonymously. For some, it was part of their life, but for others, it was an entirely new tradition. Yet here, in this glowing light, differences did not matter. Everyone was united in this moment of time. Hope and happiness were glowing together with the lanterns that day.
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Fanous and Enchanted Ramadan: Decorations and wishes
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WC: 521Skylar smiles at the sight around her. People hugging each other, students chatting together, and everyone gifting one another with letters filled with love. Colorful lanterns glow throughout the Great Hall, giving off a magical ambience. Stars glitter in the enchanted night sky overhead, and the hum of conversations flows around Skylar as she wanders between the tables. It was beautiful here. The happiness, the emotions, the life. Everyone is living a story of their own, and Skylar feels like a reader who has stepped into a book.
She goes around to help people hang their Fanous. She makes nice conversations with many of them as they share many smiles and laughs. She learns more and more about the tradition of Ramadan from several other students and teachers. She cannot help but feel a sense of respect towards them as they describe their fasting and prayers. There was a sense of beauty, she feels, in the community they created. Everyone is in tune and connected with one another, and that is something worth more than anything else.
Sitting down at a table, Skylar decides to write a letter to her parents. She writes about her life at Hogwarts, the happy and sad moments, her friends and rivals, her teachers and peers. She expresses her gratitude for them and everyone in her life, regardless whether they impacted her positively or negatively. Because either way, they are still a part of her journey of growth and shaped her into who she is. After sealing up her letter, she sends it to the owlery, awaiting her parents to get her letter.
As the night nears its end, Skylar helps with the clean up and puts away the supplies. However, there was still one more thing she had to do. She gently picks up the turquoise and gold Fanous she created earlier and leaves the Great Hall. Though most people hang theirs in the Great Hall, Skylar feels a close connection to hers and wishes to bring it to her dorm. Once she arrives, she carefully hangs the beautiful lantern by her bed. Since no one else is here, she extinguishes the candles that lit the room so that only her lantern remains. Skylar looks with wonder at the beautiful light her lantern casts and the enchanting shadows her intricate patterns created.
Putting her hands together and closing her eyes, Skylar makes a wish. She wishes for happiness, adventure, and a story that will be worth telling. She wants to be able to look back at her childhood years and smile. She wants to go on adventures that will define her and not have regrets. She wants to be happy.
Finally, Skylar opens her eyes. She slips into her warm and comfortable bed and looks towards her Fanous. The lantern glitters in the night and warms her heart. As Skylar’s eyes began to grow heavy, she could not help but smile at how magical the day was. She glances at the lantern again before falling asleep completely. Was it just her or did the lantern seem to glow brighter?
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Fanous and Enchanted Ramadan: Decorations and wishes
Could lanterns be magical?
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Had any spells been cast on the coloured paper and the copious amounts of glitter present? She was nearly certain that it wasn't the case, but nothing could explain the whimsy that flooded her chest and pinkened the strands of her hair. There was warmth in the room that had nothing to do with the roaring fireplace and a lightness she didn't feel she'd earned.
She'd spent the time making lanterns with her friends, sharing ideas and laughs. The girl had even gotten a compliment or two for her lanterns, something she'd neither expected nor knew how to accept. Poppy didn't have the words for it, nor was she interrogating the moment on any philosophical level that might bring her to such conclusions, but there was a sense of community and belonging that permeated the space.
No good or evil, no large and vexing contradictions that left her heart thumping while she broke into a cold sweat, just many hands together, decorating the space and filling it with happy wishes of hope.
Poppy didn't feel wrong in the moment, despite everything she knew. She felt...whole.
Before heading off to their dorm to make it as magical as possible, it was time to make a wish. Poppy hadn't believed in wishes since she was five, maybe six, when it was firmly established that there was no genie in a bottle waiting to grant them and that sitting by idly with grand hopes and no follow-through only led to disappointment. Until receiving her letter, no one could convince Poppy that wishes and magic were real (even with hair that didn't always stay the colour it was meant to), but she was here, proving the latter. The grand time she'd had left her not caring too greatly about the veracity of the former.
She found herself unbothered by whether wishes actually came true, too wrapped up in the moment and the warmth radiating off her lantern. Persephone closed her eyes, holding the lantern to her chest and allowing its warmth to creep its way into her.
Maybe it wasn't warm at all, but the little girl was so caught up in the moment that even that didn't matter.
Poppy made her wish, keeping it to herself as a special little intimate want that didn't need to be given real breath. It was only meant to be felt.
The last of her misgivings fled her as they moved around, placing lanterns wherever they had a mind to. It filled the castle with new light, illuminating the stone structure in a manner that reminded her of the Black Lake on the night she and the other first years had crossed with lanterns on their boats. It held the same awe that left her inspired.
The girls she walked with all saved their lanterns until they got back to the Gryffindor common room. There, they left a few lanterns by the windows, but most of them they kept for their dorms. Being in different ones, they took turns helping each other hang their lanterns. By the time they were done, Poppy felt an odd sense of...satisfaction.
She hadn't achieved anything, not really. The girl had spent some time working on art, then propped it up in places. Nothing deep, nothing profound, and yet, Poppy had the feeling that nothing else she could have done on that particular day would've held as much meaning.
She hadn't written notes, unsure she would know what to say to anyone or whether the words would be able to convey the depth of everything she was currently feeling. It was better left as it was; there was no need to force it.
The little girl was content to take with her the feelings she had gained.
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Fanous and Enchanted Ramadan: Decorations and wishes
He walked around with the lantern, hands still full of glitter, wandering around the castle. The fanous lanterns littered the public areas of the castle. The students had been encouraged to decorate their dorms or even the open areas of the school with their lanterns. Apparently, even exchanging them with friends was up for grabs on this holiday and with these lanterns. The friend part of that assignment was a little bit of an issue, though. He didn't really have someone to exchange his lantern with, nor did he feel right asking someone for their precious lantern in exchange for his mess of a glitterbomb. But hanging it he could definitely do.
And so up he climbed, from the bottom of the castle in the Great Hall to the top of the skies in the owlry. He had spent the better past of 2025 writing letters to his parents. He also wrote to his grandparents (the ones he'd never met) and even contemplated writing to others. He'd wrote a lot of letters in the spirit of forgiveness, in the spirit of peace for his mind and for his soul. He didn't know much about the things that this holiday meant, and as he went to hang the lantern in the owlry, he realized it might have been a mistake. The owls would probably not have accepted such a shiny mess in their tower, nor would it have been safe to keep around there as just a basic health hazard for the hard-working owls who delivered the mail.
He moved back to the Gryffindor towers, holding his lantern tight. If he couldn't hang it in the owlry where it meant the most to him, he'd follow the recommendation of the other students and hang it in his dorm. At least by his bed, he could think about everything he had been through these last months.
Walking the entirety of the castle with the glitterbomb in his hand had given him an appreciation for everything he had gone through to put it together, and what it meant. And as he entered his bed and walked towards his bed, he took out a string and secured it to the top of his bed. Finally breathing a sigh of relief, he laid down on his bed after walking around everywhere and took a deep breath. Looking up once more at the lantern, he finally was able to close his eyes after a long day of walking around and reflecting on his year.
The fanous looked better over his bed, after all.
And so up he climbed, from the bottom of the castle in the Great Hall to the top of the skies in the owlry. He had spent the better past of 2025 writing letters to his parents. He also wrote to his grandparents (the ones he'd never met) and even contemplated writing to others. He'd wrote a lot of letters in the spirit of forgiveness, in the spirit of peace for his mind and for his soul. He didn't know much about the things that this holiday meant, and as he went to hang the lantern in the owlry, he realized it might have been a mistake. The owls would probably not have accepted such a shiny mess in their tower, nor would it have been safe to keep around there as just a basic health hazard for the hard-working owls who delivered the mail.
He moved back to the Gryffindor towers, holding his lantern tight. If he couldn't hang it in the owlry where it meant the most to him, he'd follow the recommendation of the other students and hang it in his dorm. At least by his bed, he could think about everything he had been through these last months.
Walking the entirety of the castle with the glitterbomb in his hand had given him an appreciation for everything he had gone through to put it together, and what it meant. And as he entered his bed and walked towards his bed, he took out a string and secured it to the top of his bed. Finally breathing a sigh of relief, he laid down on his bed after walking around everywhere and took a deep breath. Looking up once more at the lantern, he finally was able to close his eyes after a long day of walking around and reflecting on his year.
The fanous looked better over his bed, after all.
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Once again, the Great Hall looked different, and Diana was starting to want the Great Hall to look like its usual self. But she supposed it'd stay like this for a bit longer, until the events of Ramadan are over, unless something else pops up. Diana looked up at the enchanted ceiling, and that was when she saw that the lanterns were beginning to be hung around the room. There were many different colors of lanterns, and the soft glowing lights inside made the Great Hall look cozy. As the light reflected off the tables, the glitter that had been spread was glowing, which had a sort of artsy vibe to how everything looked. Maybe the Great Hall needed this type of change once in a while.
In both hands, Diana held her Fanous lantern, which she had made earlier. The colored paper panels shimmered softly when the light from nearby lanterns touched them. She turned it slightly, watching the way the patterns she had cut into it shaped the glow. She was also thankful that she had gotten help with lighting her lantern, since she was beginning to worry that no one would help her.
Diana was still standing in the entryway, since she was observing. Diana noticed that some students were hanging their own lanterns, giving them to friends, or even leaving the Great Hall, obviously while passing by her. It then dawned on her that the lanterns didn't have to live in the Great Hall; they could live anywhere, so Diana decided to keep her lantern to herself, maybe place it in her dorm to give it a nice touch. Hopefully, Olivia wouldn't mind.
Diana's attention then drifted over to the table that held writing supplies and paper, and Diana immediately liked the idea of writing a note, but she wasn't sure to whom to write the note. Diana liked it when people appreciated the thought someone put into making something, so she hoped people would do that in response to her note.
She walked over to the writing table and picked up a small piece of parchment. The quill felt light between her fingers as she hesitated for a moment, thinking about what to write. Her gaze drifted briefly back to the lantern in her hand. Diana then saw a notice that read Make a wish, and she thought about that carefully. She wasn’t entirely sure what people usually wished for during Ramadan. But the idea of wishing for something good—for kindness, for hope—felt simple enough to understand. After a moment of thinking, Diana lowered her quill and began writing.
To anyone celebrating Ramadan,
I hope this month brings you peace and warmth. I hope your lanterns always shine brightly and remind you that people care about you, even when you might not see it right away. You are important, and the light you bring to others matters.
Once she was happy with her note, Diana folded the small note neatly and set it on the table where the staff would collect them later. Then, since she had decided to keep her lantern, she got up from the table and made her way out of the Great Hall. She hoped that whoever read her note would smile after reading what she had written.
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—date. [ 19/02/26 ]——————word count. [ 455 ]——————tag. [ @maisie gemmell ]— Roland was pretty familiar with the illuminated stage of his parents' theatre company, but the shadowed world behind the red curtain remained, to some extent, foreign to him. True, he had a rather vague awareness that plays did not simply manifest out of thin air, and that some poor souls were forced to rearrange the sets behind that heavy curtain. But he had never been personally compelled to participate in such a demanding physical task. Manual labour in this dreary country, as with all things genuinely useful, was invariably ignored, shoved into the damp corners of oblivion, and sneered at by the talentless prats bathing in the footlights. The painstaking effort he poured into crafting his Ramadan lantern, however, awakened a realisation within the eleven-year-old. For the first time, his tiny heart properly ached with an overwhelming gratitude for the bruised, forgotten theatre employees who held the stage together, rather than the preening actors who stood upon it. Moreover, his stint in the Great Hall filled the boy with a rare taste of selfless help and unprovoked friendliness, proving a sickeningly sweet interruption to the otherwise dull and -pretty often- gloom-laden business of living. When the lantern of his own design, a paper crescent adorned with a ballet of green and yellow pigments, was at last suffused with light, thanks to the courtesy of Maisie's well-cast Lumos, the shimmering reflection of human compassion caught in Roland's blue, blue eyes. It was, most certainly, not a masterpiece, but quite beautiful. Domagoj's hands, almost instinctively, found their way to his chest, clasping together. "Thank you so much!" he breathed. "I couldn't have done it without you." Sweeping into a theatrical bow before the young Ravenclaw, he offered a vow: "Call my name, and I will repay your kindness!" Roland was now burdened with the decision of what to do with the lantern. Having actually blistered his own fingers to make it, he felt none of the miserable alienation from his labour, since he owned the exclusive rights to this little paper triumph and could do with it exactly as he pleased. Should he keep it close, a personal beacon beside his bed? Or should this handiwork of the Marin boy be contributed to the broader illumination of the castle's corridors? Eventually, an inner voice guided his thoughts back to Artie. Was this lantern not crafted for Ramadan? And wasn't the entire point of the month to put others before oneself? Yes, fine, Roland decided with a swift burst of excitement, I will thrust it upon my dormmate!. He sincerely hoped Artie would overlook its noticeable structural flaws and appreciate the sentiment, as Roland harboured a devastating sort of pleasure in seeing the young lion manage a smile. ——— [ notes ] mentioning @artie kempston ( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
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Fanous and Enchanted Ramadan: Decorations and wishes
Ophelia was excited to hang her fanous. The Great Hall was filled with students chattering with each other, hugging each other, and making wishes.
The Great Hall was lit up by different-looking fanous, and, as Ophelia thought while looking around and seeing different faces, some familiar and some new, also by the happiness seen in everyone's eyes.
There was almost nowhere to put up the fanous, and as she walked around, she realized she wasn't in a rush, and could find somewhere to hang her two fanous at some point. Still walking around the hall, Ophelia couldn't help but smile to herself. The fanous hanging in different places made the Great Hall look like it had probably never been done, and she wondered if the hall would look this gorgeous during other celebrations and ceremonies as well.
Ophelia found an empty place and hung one of the fanous there; for some reason, she didn't want both of them to be in the same place. At first, after finishing her fanous, she felt anxious about going to the Great Hall alone, but now she found some kind of comfort in it. "Maybe coming here alone wasn't that bad of an idea," she mumbled under her breath.
Hanging the fanous had probably no end, as Ophelia could see more and more people entering the Great Hall. Afraid that the last fanous of hers couldn't find a place in the uproar, she hurried to find another empty space.
When she found one, she thought it a little difficult to just let it hang there. Still holding onto the fanous, she made her wish.
I wish for happiness for everyone. That nobody is ever left alone, that everyone has someone to rely on. And I wish that people could see the beauty in having a life with food and a roof above their head, because some people don't even have that. I wish for freedom and peace, for me, for the world, for every being. I wish for everyone to have a wish, be it a small one, a big one, or an unrealistic one, because just having that is a blessing, to be able to imagine so far and so much that you wish for something to happen, however it does.
Her wish was perhaps too clichéd. She even thought that it was, and she didn't blame anyone else who thought the same. When she finished with her wish, she moved to a less crowded space in the Great Hall and just looked around, savouring the joy that everyone seemed to be feeling.
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Fanous and Enchanted Ramadan: Decorations and wishes
The wonderful thing about art is that it doesn't just sit on your desk. Art is meant to be seen, to inspire, and to provoke. So, perhaps it was no surprise that Maisie was looking forward to finishing (though, really, was any art ever finished?) her lantern and delivering it to a friend. It would most likely be heading in Avis' direction, as a replacement for their dorm room's earlier crochet pumpkins from the fall, but she could also give it to Mylo to say thanks for always helping with duelling. After all, it wasn't their fault she sucked and frankly, few others would have the patience and kindness that the Ravenclaw prefect had bestowed on her time after time.
She had spent much too much time working on her precious little lantern. As with most of her art, Maisie had a tendency to be a little bit of a perfectionist in the edit. Her gentle hands swapped colors around until they lined up just so in a flattering pattern of analogous color. Similarly, every stroke of glitter and glue had been deliberate. This perhaps explained all too well why she seemed to hobble behind her new acquaintance, Roland, as they shared a workspace while putting together these lanterns.
Despite this, he had seemed pleasant enough over these minutes of crafting—even if he had somehow mistaken her for a knowledgable caster. (Hadn't Percy done the same thing?) A simple Lumos charm lit up his lantern with ease, sending the colors sparkling around their space and across the pores in his young face, which now beamed with gratitude and awe. "Of course. It's no trouble," she replied, "I think your lantern looks great actually. Have you made one before?" He may not have had her precision, but no one could deny the wondrous way the boy's lantern shone out. And she had to admit, she did have a slightly learning curve when it came to materials like this.
Chuckling slightly at the dramatic bow, she nodded with a smile. It had been a while since someone she barely knew had made her smile so broad. So often strangers had been cruel or careless. This was new and refreshing. "I just might do that," she agreed, "See you around, Roland!" And he might go off to deliver the fruit of his labor, Maisie still had work to do on this before she could drop it off with one of her best friends.
After all, art was never quite finished.
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