Like way out in West Texas were there’s just nothing for hundreds of miles. Nothing but scrub and dry creek beds and maybe a bit of scraggly cedar here and there.
And all the muggles just think it’s a cattle ranch or some shit.
And the whole complex is set up like a series of ranch houses, low to the ground with all that mesquite wood and wrought iron.
And they study chupacabras and jackalopes and have dragon wrangling.
And they play Quodpot instead of quidditch, but a lot of the muggleborns still play football, because it’s god damn Texas.
And yes, a lot of them do wear cowboy boots, because you think NORMAL rattlesnake bites are bad? Hell no, you are not wearing sneakers or dress shoes outside, you will fall into a cactus and get yerself stung by something ungodly and unnamable.
And who the hell is going to wear a ROBE out there in the August 104 degree heat? No way. Jeans will do fine, we don’t gotta be fancy here.
And there’s that one professor with the coyote tattoo that you swear watches you even when she’s distracted.
And they have whole courses surrounding Apache magic native to the area using traditional ingredients for the Apache students.
And their house mascots are like, Armadillos and Scorpions and shit.
No, but, as a Texan, I’m really invested in the idea of an American Southwest Wizarding School
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