Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1895. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
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Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
Hi! Sorry to have not mentioned this during our tea yesterday, but I happen to have eloped — very long story which I will share as many of the details as you like someday. Anyway, off to France to avoid potentially angry in-laws. Tea yesterday was really my way of trying to see whether they were demonstratively, publicly angry yet — sorry I didn't break the news in person, but I wanted to postpone any rumor-spreading until we were safely clear of Hogsmeade.
Married the Princess this weekend. Very aware it was a bad idea so not in need of a lecture. Off to France to avoid her family but will be back eventually. Probably less eventually than the Canada thing. On the upside, it's much closer if you want to come visit.
(I am not expecting you to come visit, don't worry. You don't even have to talk to her as far as I'm concerned).
I am writing to inform you that through a paperwork error, I have remained a resident member of your club despite having turned 30 last August. I expect you will want to terminate my membership immediately and refund my previously paid dues for the rest of the year. I have already cleared my room of my possessions.
I'm writing to send our address in Paris, and to apologize, I suppose. I know that this is bad not just for me and Miss Finch the girl I former Miss Finch, but for you and Roman and November, too. I know there's no reason for you to believe I ever thought about the consequences beforehand, or for you to even think I'm capable of making any sound decisions, with my personal track record and especially in light of recent events, but — I can only say that had I been in my right mind on February 14th, there's no possible way this would have happened. But I know that's no real excuse, since everything that lead up to it was my fault, and I need to start taking responsibility for that.
I don't know how long we'll end up being in France but I wanted to tell you that I really intend to make this a clean break between all the stupid stuff I've done before and how I move forward. I guess I probably owe that to my wife, since she's stuck with me now, but I think I owe it to you, too, because you've put up with a lot of my shit over the years and you could have cut me off at any point and told me I was on my own, and you never have, not even with this disaster — and I guess I've taken it for granted that we have that kind of family, who sticks around even after you make mistakes. Melody doesn't — obviously — so it's put it in pretty stark contrast, recently, how lucky I am to be a Crouch and not a Finch or a Scrimgeour or a Pettigrew or anything like that. And you — and Roman and November — deserve better from me, and I'm going to be better. I promise.
