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.
Did You Know?
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
I could not find you again after we spoke at the ball last night, I did look for you, quite in vain. I do hope your evening got better, mine was interesting and I simply had to tell you.
Some time after we parted ways last evening a gentleman was matched to me who was quite I'll suited. I have no idea what the matchmaker Miss Valentine thought she was for this pairing was truly awful. I almost believe her a sham. However, I digress. The gentleman himself was dull, all he would speak of was a potion he had evented for the sheep farms his family owns. Whoever even heard of a sheep farmer above the lower class? Regardless, conversation might not have been terrible if he had even had a shred of good looks. He was quite large and had pimples all over her face! When our dance ended I tried to politely excuse myself, but he only continued to follow me. I could not seem to make him understand I was not attached to him and he was being quite inappropriate. I was quite desperate, as I am sure you will understand, I threw myself at the mercy of the nearest gentleman I could find when the situation became clear to me.
Oh Helga, he was quite gallant! He accepted the situation no questions asked and escorted me to safety. I quite believe he was a knight in shining armor. He even looked like a handsome knight. Oh, I wish I had found out his name. I fear I shall never see him again, oh, it could have such a happy ending.
Dearest Helga, please say you will help me find my mystery knight?
Large, pimple-faced sheep farmers aside (though I do mourn for the wasted time you were forced to spend in his presence), we must focus our attention on your knight. Are you sure you did not hear him utter his name? Perhaps you've forgotten it? You must tell me more, too: what was he wearing? What color was his hair? His eyes? Surely you must have picked up on those details, as they're the only identifying traits we have!
Helga,
I am quite certain he never mentioned his name. There was hardly time for introductions, after all. I spent the rest of the evening hoping in vane to hear a mere reference of him.
As for what he looked like, how could I forget? He was a few inches taller. A perfectly respectable height. I should think a gentleman too tall should rather make things difficult and look quite odd next to one. He dark hair in current fashion and was clean shaven. His eyes were the most beautiful hazel eyes and his dark suit cut him in quite the impressive figure.
From our conversation I gathered he lived with his mother and I suspect he may be a second son of a wealthy family. His manners and fashion pointed toward the perfect gentleman of good breeding.
Please say you know someone of this description. I shall wait in the most heightened of anticipation of I receive your latest findings.
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