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 1894. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
"Historical, Egyptian, and cats," Helga echoed, doing little to obscure her smile. "Ancient Egyptians worshiped cats, did they not? Perhaps some sort of small statue might do - one that could fit in the hand." She'd decided that when Nora caught Mr. Lestrange's eye - be it with a book or a trinket (or, if she was lucky, her own personality!) - Helga would wander off to make her escape.
Nora could still hear Helga, though as she rounded the corner at the end of the row, she lost sight of her friend. It was easy to lose Nora in the bookstore as she often lost herself among the tomes without paying any attention to where it was she'd wandered. The shelf before her had volumes of Ancient Runes books and she had always thoroughly enjoyed the subject in school, she rather thought it would be useful for a cursebreaker who liked books.
"This looks new," Nora said as she pulled the book from the shelf gingerly. She spoke before she even looked around to see if her company was near, but it was a small enough shop, surely they could hear her."Runes come in handy for cursebreaking, do they not?" Flipping through a few pages, she found the diagrams to be clear and the table of contents well-organized.
They lost Miss Scamander and Cash dawdled behind Miss Abercrombie, sort of wishing that he had thought to avoid people today instead of wandering. One year. It had been one year, and he still felt like -
Miss Abercrombie spoke. "Hm?" Cash said, sliding back to attention as she indicated the book of runes. "Oh!" he said, "I think that might be perfect." He may have said that regardless of what she picked, but - it actually did look perfect.