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Editors’ Note

In keeping with the Winter Carnival theme — a sort of copyright-free Harry Potter concept — we’ve centered this issue on magic. From palm-reading to Appalachian Trail gifts, there is much to explore. And through it all, we come back to Harry Potter, a book that many of us grew up reading. Here are some of the memories that we’ve accumulated while waiting for Hogwarts letters of our own.

Lucy: I was a third-grader when the sixth Harry Potter book was released, and I woke up early to pick up a copy at the bookstore (yes, I was that type of third-grader). I ended up being first in line, and the local newspaper wanted to take a picture of me. I was excited save for one detail: The photographer wanted me to put on a pair of Harry Potter-style glasses for the photo.

I can’t quite remember why, but this was totally unacceptable to me, and I refused to wear the glasses despite the photographer’s insistence. She eventually gave up and just took a photo of me holding the book. The next morning, I was on the front page of the newspaper, sans Harry Potter glasses and smiling with a copy of the “Half-Blood Prince.” I have no regrets about my stubborn decision.

Mikey: In sixth grade, J.K. Rowling came to New Orleans as part of a tour celebrating the release of the seventh book. As a lifelong Harry Potter lover, I wanted nothing more than to go. My school got a limited number of tickets for students, and they had a drawing to pick the lucky students. When my name wasn’t called, I was heartbroken. One of my friends who was chosen wasn’t a Harry Potter fan (who knew they existed?!) and told me I could take her place for something in return — a Snickers bar. Elated, the next day I brought her a ribbon-wrapped Snickers bar and was able to meet J.K. Rowling and have her sign my copy of the seventh book at the event!

Ali: Well, I’ve been a diehard Harry Potter fan since the books first came out. Some may say I’m too old for magic or for Halloween costumes in general, but I’ve proudly dressed up as a “golden snitch” for the past three Halloweens. Each holiday, I dip myself in a bucket of gold glitter, clad myself in gold leggings, a gold leotard, wrap myself in gold sequin fabric and write “I open at the close” on both arms. Even though I wind up with glitter showing up in various surprising places for weeks after, I genuinely hope to continue this tradition for the indefinite future. Dressing up like a golden snitch makes me feel like I’m 12 years old again, and don’t we all need to feel like a kid sometimes?

Roald Dahl said, “Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

So tell us, Dartmouth: do you believe in magic?

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’20 in Collis: “Oh! I’ve fainted up there!”

’19: “I tried to kick him out last night, but you can’t remove someone from a three-person group message.”

’20 #1: “[name] hasn’t given me my headphones back.” ’20 #2: “Heorot hasn’t given me my dignity back.”

The coven COLUMN

By Elise Wien

In religion classes we learn that calling something magic is a way to delegitimize it.

If what’s happening here is religion (holy, legitimate), what’s happening there is magic (profane, illegitimate).

Kayuri brings a statuette of an owl into our room. Its eyes are yellow beads.

Corinne: “Get that thing out of here.

Owls are shape shifters.”

I return home later that day to find the owl outside of our room.

I text my roommates: “Mirror piece is magic this wk / help w ideas pls / owl shapeshifter?”

Corinne: “That’s not magic. It’s bad medicine.”

Today is the Super Bowl, and Kayuri is wearing: a mesh Atlanta Falcons shirt, a camouflage Falcons hat, a pair of Falcons knee-high socks and a red boa. She spends her morning in the library.

Kayuri: “I would fight someone here in New England territory. No one’s said anything to me but I can tell, by the way some of them are looking … I’d fight them.”

Before every test, as in every single test, assessment, or interview since high school Advanced Placement exams, Kayuri has listened to One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” and “One Thing.”

Kayuri: “Sometimes I forget to bring my headphones so I have to make my phone quiet and put it up to my ear.”

It’s now Tuesday night, as in two days later, as in the night before this article gets published. The owl is still outside our room; the Falcons lost the Super Bowl; you, presumably a conscious entity, understand: it is bleak. Magic seems a far-off prospect.

I remember the Women’s International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell (WITCH), a group I learned about my freshman winter.

They were a late-1960s socialist group within the women’s liberation movement, and they held theatrical protests including gathering on Wall Street to put a public hex on the financial district.

They had their faults, of course, including tactics that seemed to shame women in what seems like an unproductive manner.

One such action, as described by Cynthia Eller in her book “Living in the Lap of the Goddess: The Feminist Spirituality

Movement in America”: “At Max’s Kansas City (an ‘in’ restaurant with the Would-BeBeautiful People), the Coven distributed garlic cloves and cards reading: We Are Witch We Are Women We Are Liberation We Are We, chanted ‘Nine Million Women, Burned As Witches’ (historical fact), and questioned women customers about selling themselves like pieces of meat for the price of a dinner.” Here, they practice what gender studies scholar Alice Echols calls a, “we’re liberated, and you’re not,” type of contempt.

I also question whether race, queerness and (dis)ability were centered in their actions — I can’t find any demonstrations that seem to suggest so. One also has to imagine the immense privilege that one has in order to name her group a “Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell.” I vacillate here because I know this excludes some women who would be endangered by such a label, and at the same time I can feel the power of the name, taken ironically or otherwise.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that my roommates and I are witches.

We cast spells on the financial aid office, which is why, though Corinne’s still here, she texts us, “the school has threatened to kick me out 4 times.”

We cannot find the spell that will keep her from getting a hold fee on beginning of term check-in because her tuition hasn’t come through yet. Because the logical thing to do for someone who is short on cash is to charge her a $50 late fee as she is in the process of getting that cash to school. If anyone has tips on how to make that potion (and/or has access to a human tooth), hmu.

We have in our possession a piece of President Hanlon’s hair for future use, and we are the reason it snowed today (you’re welcome).

Kayuri’s ability to function given the amount of sleep she gets, plus the fact that she got us a room together sophomore fall after we received our housing assignments in different areas (some sorcery involving the Living Learning Communities): all signs point to witch.

You know all those “blood drives” in the Hop, hosted by the “American Red Cross”? That’s just us.

The power of the coven increases when you live together, and the best witches come in threes: Macbeth’s Weird Sisters, the women of Hocus Pocus, some third example that I can’t think of right now.

Sometimes a term will go by here and we’ll look back at it thinking, “How did I get through that?” Friendship, support, grit and something mystical, maybe, we can’t quite catch.

As for the fights we have not yet won, it’s not that the magic doesn’t exist; it’s just that we haven’t quite figured out the spells yet (or so we hope).

’19: “I had four birthday parties in a row at ChuckE-Cheese. I had ALL the tickets.”

’18 #1: “You’ve really been hitting the weights recently.” ’18 #2: “Honestly, the door at Starbucks was feeling really heavy.”

Half a second of magic COLUMN

By Clara Guo

I tie my left skate before my right, tightening your hips, stretch your knotted muscles, clean and retightening my laces until the calluses the bloody cuts, massage the bruised bones and on the outside of my pinkies turn red with do it again. Over and over until the pain fades aggravation. I zip up my green Dartmouth and only a dull ache remains. You must believe team jacket and walk toward the rink. My that, soon, you will land the jump. Because if warm up begins in six minutes. you do not believe in future success, then you The announcer calls five names, and I step fall for nothing. on ice, skating around once before warming up You must trust in your body’s knowledge my single then double jumps. My feet already over that of your mind. You must dampen hurt — a numb, prickling sensation originates your thoughts and loosen control so that muscle in my arch and spreads outward. I do my easiest memory dominates without the confounding jump, the axel, last, terrified that my ankle will factor of anxiety. pop on the takeoff and render me incapable But you must also remember to take your of bearing my own weight. time, to not rush the follow-through on the There are two skaters before me. Just enough takeoff, to keep your arms in while rotating. You time to retie my skates and take a sip of water. must control your body to physically prepare I try to tune out the echoing cheers of other for landing and hold your center of gravity in schools, focusing on a program I have competed the middle of your tightened core. countless times before.

If you mentally It is finally my turn. prepare for a fall, you I take off the guards “If you mentally prepare will fall. that protect my blades for a fall, you will fall.”

If you fall many and breathe. In. Out. times in a row, you must The announcer calls spend many breaths my name followed by my school, and I skate convincing yourself you can and will land it. down the middle of the ice, presenting to the Sometimes, landing one jump is not enough. judges with both arms raised above my smiling Sometimes, you must prepare for an immediate face. second after the first — a combination or a I skate in small circles around my starting sequence. You must think, “one at a time” until, position, calming the nerves that cause my less than half a second after the first takeoff, stomach to somersault. I place one foot behind you land and must prepare for another; you the other, placing my arms in a relaxed First must, again, think, “one at a time,” except your Position. mind has already jumped ahead of your body, “The Holiday” soundtrack begins to play. and you have been thinking of the second “one My first jump is a double flip. When a time” since before turning backward for the consistently landed, it’s my favorite element. first double.

When inconsistently landed, I sport bruises You hope that your hours of practice every along my entire left side, unfortunately week for months prove enough to skate a clean positioned to maximize pain while I am seated. three and a half-minute program without I step forward. Pause. Count. falls. You hope that your exhaustion doesn’t One. Step on right foot. show through your smile. You hope your Two. Mohawk backward onto left foot. Focus shaky legs don’t result in a silly, preventable on my right arm — extend it backward. Focus fall during your footwork sequence. on my left — raise it upward.

You push because you know that in three Three. Tap my right toe pick directly behind and a half minutes, you can collapse. You’ll me. Keep my head forward. Be careful of left be able to breathe, take off your skates, arm; avoid premature rotation. Stay in. Expect massage your feet, change into sweatpants to land. Stay vertical. and remove the makeup caked in layers on Always stay vertical. your face. You know that you’ll bow with There is something magical about skating, either pride or disappointment. You hope a trust in your own body and mental fortitude — you’ve trained — for the former. that surely must be characteristic of all sports. Less than half a second after the takeoff You must trust that when you take off, your of my double flip, I land. body will land in one piece, safe, uninjured. Hold the landing. Steady.

When you fall (because, inevitably, you will One jump completed. fall), you must trust that you will stand up, dust Six more half-a-seconds of magic the snow off your side, your elbows, your back, remaining.

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Trail Magic

By CrisTIAN Cano

The Appalachian Trail, commonly called the A.T., is an arduous trek spanning over 2,000 miles from Georgia to Maine.

As thru-hikers slowly approach their final destination, which can easily take five to seven months for those completing the entire trail, they are likely to come across unsolicited acts of kindness.

Sometimes, these come in the form of a cooler left on the trail with free drinks and snacks inside. Other times, locals may set up grills and tents so thru-hikers can eat and sleep for free.

Regardless of the various forms in which those acts of kindness come, they all make up a very special aspect of the A.T. known as “trail magic.”

Perri Haser ’17, who completed the A.T. alongside Nick Thyr ’17 in 2016, defined trail magic in her own words.

“My working definition of [trail magic] is anything that someone gives you unsolicited that is

in direct support of your hike — that can be food, that can be lodging — and it’s something that you don’t pay for necessarily,” Haser said.

“Anything that anyone does to help you along emotionally or practically, I consider trail magic.”

John Brady ’19, who hiked the A.T. in 2015, spoke of how uplifting trail magic can be to hikers, for whom feelings of discouragement and self-doubt are common as they continue along the trail.

“A lot of the time, trail magic came just when you needed it,” Brady said. “If you were down, if you were hungry or if you ran out of water or something, there would oftentimes be trail magic right around the corner.”

Even though Haser and Brady hiked at separate times, they both vividly recounted specific instances in which trail magic positively impacted their hikes. The similarities of their memories reinforced just how important trail magic is to the general A.T. experience.

Towards the beginning of her hike, Haser met an older woman whose trail name is “Cuppa Tea.” Cuppa Tea, who had many connections in the area, brought trail magic to Haser and Thyr when she knew others in the area who were willing to help thru-hikers.

“There was one night in particular in Tennessee where my hiking partner and I were put up in a hotel for free for a night because the friend of [Cuppa Tea] had a timeshare [at the hotel],” Haser said.

Access to a warm shower, laundry facilities and a real bed are luxuries for thruhikers, and Haser emphasized how grateful she was for that moment of trail magic.

Brady also met several generous individuals along the trail who showed him that trail magic can

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take a variety of forms. For example, he had the pleasure of meeting a man known by his trail name, “Fresh Ground,” at his well-known Leapfrog Café. Fresh Ground attempted to hike the A.T. several years ago before stopping partway through and realizing that, at that point in his life, completing the A.T. was not for him. However, he has since given trail magic to northbound thru-hikers, driving in his minivan to follow groups of thru-hikers and offer them food and shelter.

“[Fresh Ground] was always looking to cheer others up, which is something that was really inspiring,” Brady said.

Brady fondly remembers Fresh Ground giving away food, such as bananas. Fruit is not a type of food that thru-hikers commonly carry because of its heavy weight relative to number of calories, so the bananas were a sweet treat.

While trail magic might sound like a perfect way for volunteers to help make thruhikers’ journeys a little easier, it does come with its own set of problems, especially when food and drinks are left unattended in a cooler. Thruhikers may contribute to the risk of breaking “Leave No Trace” principles — practices which thru-hikers should observe to prevent negatively impacting the environment around them — by leaving their trash in coolers. Many coolers can be easily opened by curious animals, who can then consume the coolers’ contents and quickly spread trash across long distances.

“The accountability of [trail magic] is so low, and who’s responsible for [cleaning up] is unclear,” Haser said. “On the one hand, someone was nice enough to do this great thing for you and put out drinks or a snack. On the other hand, you didn’t ask for it, so why should you have to then carry it for the next week?”

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Women of color bring magic to campus STORY

By Andrew Sosanya

During her sophomore year, Tsion Abera come to the regularly ’17 grew frustrated by the lack of hair care for scheduled events, while black women around campus. She resorted to the larger events host watching YouTube videos on how to style and around 70 people. take care of her hair in such dry weather. She, Abera’s favorite along with her “mentee” Alex Adams ’18, started BGAM event is the using her dorm to provide a space with self-care annual spring retreat. resources for black women. Eventually, the room It’s a full day of people started filling up, and Abera’s wallet started to coming together and suffer — so she founded Black Girls Are Magic, sharing space in a an organization that recognizes and caters to healthy and safe way. the needs of black women in the Dartmouth They rent a cabin, go community. canoeing, have picnics Abera says that BGAM is a community- and watch movies. The bonding organization providing black women retreat is oriented to from all over campus a space to connect. Once self-care because life on Abera started doing homemade protein hair campus can sometimes treatments, she recognized that there was a be overwhelming. All demand for spaces where you could get your women of color are hair done and simultaneously ask the real invited and encouraged questions — and get genuine answers — were to attend. highly desired. Abera said that her room would BGAM has been be full of people laughing and socializing with very active this term, COURTESY OF BLACK GIRLS ARE MAGIC each other. offering “I think we’re a financial Black Girls Are Magic, a community-bonding organization, hosts a mixture of small- and large-scale events on campus. really just out here literacy “I think we’re that come with it,” Ejigu said about one trying to support workshop open to the public and is essential. really just out here

“I just feel very affirmed and feel that I’m of BGAM’s goals. one another, a self-defense class which counts Samantha West ’20 joined the group healing in black women spaces,” Abera said. creating safe for a P.E. credit.

Next term, BGAM trying to support last term and has been a dedicated and comfortable will be hosting another retreat. This “That is the power of black girl magic.” one another, spaces for black fall, they are planning to host an Selome Ejigu ’17 was one of the women member since. She feels that the group creating safe and women,” Abera inter-Ivy conference for black women who frequented Abera’s room during the has supported her and helped mold her said. and create a mentoring program. budding phases of BGAM. She says that identity at Dartmouth. comfortable spaces From meeting This sibling mentoring program, black women are “just real people, despite “Especially when your identity is often for black women.” new people on tentatively dubbed “Sista Sista,” will all the obstacles that come with being, in its questioned or devalued, to have that space campus to match black undergraduates with own context, a black woman at Dartmouth.” where you can empower each other and understanding black alumni to create lasting bonds. BGAM provides a space for a community appreciate who you are and where you -TSION ABERA ’17 the social climate

There’s a saying that the that’s often pushed aside or forgotten in come from is really cool,” West said. “I at Dartmouth, magic always comes from the inside a lot of discussions and its existence has am coming into my own as a woman of meetings provide — and that’s what BGAM is about. helped black women across campus feel color at Dartmouth.” a much-needed

“Being beautiful, being smart, represented. forum for black being talented — black girls are all “[We think] about what it women. that and above,” Adams said.

B G A M

BGAM’s favorite verb is means to be a became an official organization recognized C.A.R.E: Compassion, Affirmation, Responsibility woman and to by the College in 2014. Ten women sit on the and Endurance. She says that the resilience and be black — and executive board and an average of 30 people empathy that black women share with one another all the things

COURTESY OF BLACK GIRLS ARE MAGIC

Black Girls Are Magic is a campus organization founded in the fall of 2014.

The future is in your hands STORY

By Alison Hagen

Just for a second, take yourself back to the elementary school playground. Do you remember how easy it was to be a psychic when you were a child? By folding a sheet of a blank paper, labeling sections with colors and numbers and choosing your own messages to put beneath the flaps, you became a fortune teller on the playground. Perhaps you believed it was fate when your friend played the game and the message revealed, “A boy in your class likes you,” became true later in the day. And while your fortunes were not always accurate, you continued to play for the thrilling possibility that you could tell the future.

The future can be scary, exciting, confusing and exhilarating, but knowing the future — that’s powerful. For this week’s magic issue, I wanted to learn the “magical” predictions of my future using palm reading and horoscopes. While I am more skeptical than I was 10 years ago, I hope I can still be a fortune teller in some aspect.

After some simple googling, I learned how to interpret the fate inscribed in the palm of my hand. According to WikiHow’s article “How to Read Palms” instructions, I was able to identify my heart, head, life and fate lines. According to the website, for females, the left hand represents what you’ve accumulated throughout your life. My heart line begins below my middle finger and is long and curvy, showing that I am selfish when it comes to love and I freely express my emotions.

My head line is sloping and separated from my life line, signifying my creativity and adventure or enthusiasm for life. The length and semi-circle shape of my life line around my thumb reflects

vitality, strength and enthusiasm. While my fate line is more difficult to see, I match it with the description of breaking and changing of direction; therefore, I am prone to many changes in life from external forces.

I can’t help but agree with the results that I am creative and adventurous with a constantly changing life, but isn’t that description true for a lot of people? From reading through the meanings behind different line shapes, it almost feels like I could find a way to justify any of the correlating characteristics. I am certain that I have a short attention span, but I do not have a wavy head line like the palm reading suggests I should. On the other hand, some interpretations eerily match my life accurately. A small circle mark on the life line can indicate an injury or hospitalization. I lack this mark and have also never broken a bone, been seriously injured or hospitalized (knock on wood).

The birth of astrology and zodiac signs occurred in the fourth century B.C. with the ancient Babylonians. The labeling of signs into four groups, Fire, Air, Earth and Water, also dates back to the origins of astronomy, which parallel the origins of astrology. Contrary to our modern society with its updated technology, many people still trust and use these mythical systems of prediction. Horoscope readings pervade many mainstream websites and news sources and professional astrologers still work, considering their work both a science and an art.

After reading my horoscope on multiple websites for different periods of time, such as my daily, weekly and yearly predictions, I find it hard to believe that they can be truly accurate. Similar to the palm reading, many of my horoscopes sound like they could apply to anyone. According to Elle Magazine,

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this Friday, I “can finally get resolution on a long-standing family feud or roommate clash. But not if you continue to sweep it under the kilim!” Another website known as the Astrology Club predicts that “Taurus, in 2017 you could become involved in some new venture that will or may give you more independence, but in the meantime you may want to keep these things under wraps.”

By “new venture” I am assuming they are talking about attending college, but maybe there is something else that will arise.

Horoscopes are also known for predicting relationship compatibility, so I decided to try this with my friends. One of my best friends is a Scorpio, and one online test says we have a compatibility of 89 percent.

However, another one of my close friends is a Sagittarius, and we only have a compatibility overall score of 31 percent. As someone who loves to procrastinate, I look forward to checking my weekly horoscope on Mondays when Cosmopolitan magazine offers them in their Snapchat “Discover” page. Despite being unsure if the predictions ever come true, like many other people, I still eagerly scroll down to find my sign, Taurus.

Overall, I consider fortune telling to be extremely interesting, yet I still find myself skeptical. While perhaps my palm is correctly telling my future and parts of my weekly horoscope may come true, I am only sure of one thing in my future: unpredictability. As much as I would like technology to make the future easier to foresee, there is something calming in knowing that no one knows what to expect.

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SAFE RIDE

We’re stone-cold sober, but we’re very cold.

WIZARDRY

If we get our Hogwarts letters today, do we still need to write our essays?

COLLIS AVOCADOS

Californians, rejoice!

TRIVIA NIGHT Fun until your friend knows a weird amount about the topic.

THE FAKE D

And not just because one of us works for the Jack-O-Lantern.

SUPERBOWL

We’re only here for the pizza.

COURSE TIMETABLE

But where’s the layup list?

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Which “Harry Potter” house are you in?

If getting a house community scarf wasn’t exciting enough for you, imagine being sorted into a house at Hogwarts. If you’ve always sworn that your letter from the magical boarding school got lost in the mail, use our flowchart to find where you would be sorted if you went to Hogwarts.

Maybe you’ve just aced your midterm and are certain that you’re a Ravenclaw; maybe you have a deep-down desire to be in Slytherin. No matter what, at least the Sorting Hat won’t condemn you to the Lodge.

Which dorm do you live in?

Off-campus.

Somewhere else.

Russell Sage.

In a house?

No, in the woods, actually.

How ragey are you?

Of course?

Somewhat?

You can usually find me in the Rage Cage (with the colorful lights on, of course).

Do you even go to Dartmouth?

You’re a thru-hiker!

No house for you.

Collis soup.

Choose a DDS food.

No...

HOP tender queso.

How do you usually get exercise?

Lifting. Duh.

Which kinds of Collis soup do you like?

Foco cookies.

The normal kinds.

The weird kinds.

Walking to the LSC. Where do you like to study?

Which First-Year Trip did you go on?

Adventure Quest.

I know Stacks Annex B like the back of my pale, clammy hand.

FFB for that sweet, sweet facetime.

Rauner — and I’m always done with my work by the 6 p.m. closing time.

Cabin camping.

Hiking 4.

So you’re too good for normal housing? We know where you belong...

McLaughlin.

Did you take notes during the Safety Talk? (Be honest)

To each their own.

You’re headed to...

Wait, that exists?

Are you a hardo?

Yep.

Yes, and I used my first-aid skills to save my trip leader from a bear.

Have you been to office hours lately?

Yes, and I’ve resented H-Croo ever since.

Yes.

Sounds like your strength would earn you a spot in...

Gryffindor

Well, if you made it through that, it sounds like you’re brave enough for...

Nah, I got this.

As long as your confidence doesn’t get the best of you, you can be in...

Ravenclaw

Yes, actually!

Good for you. It sounds like you’re a perfect fit for...

You were probably the nicest Trippee.

You belong in...

Hufflepuff

They probably don’t take too kindly to you either, since you’re in...

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