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
Kieran considered saying something snappy about having had sex with both Ishmael and Monty, but couldn't come up with the jab he wanted. Instead he shrugged his shoulders at the vampire. "Then maybe you ought to pay more attention," Kieran said. Most of his friends already knew about his tendency towards pining, and he was sure that Monty had caught on. What was the harm in Ishmael considering Kieran a hopeless romantic?
Ishmael wrinkled his nose this time, because if there was any truth in it, it was something he hadn’t wanted to notice, before. A romantic streak would make Kieran less interesting than more – romantics were boring, and predictable.
(And Ishmael might be one, begrudgingly, but at least he had the good grace to be ashamed of it.) “So you are jealous, after all,” he said archly, as if there was any point left to be scored in this – he realised giving Kieran something to be jealous of was only proving him right all along, admitting to having as good as found his soulmate. Ugh.
Kieran wrinkled his nose. "I suppose," he said, as if he was not jealous of everyone, all the time — as if he was not jealous of the freedom that being dead gave Ishmael to escape the thin trappings of society that bound him still. In a thin attempt at a return to tradition: "You should buy me a whiskey about it."
Ishmael snorted. The more things changed the more they stayed the same. But he had a soft spot for Kieran, just the same, and apparently he was the one who could better afford to be magnanimous. (But of course journalism didn’t pay half so well as crime.)
“Whatever gets you to stop talking about this,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Feelings.