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.
Complete five threads of five posts or more where your character experiences bad luck, such as stepping in a chamberpot, losing the rings for a wedding, etc...
Did You Know?
One of the cheapest homeless shelters in Victorian London charged four pennies to sleep in a coffin. Which was... still better than sleeping upright against a rope? — Jordan / Lynn
If he was being completely honest, the situation didn't look good, but Sylvano was not in the habit of being completely honest about anything. No reason to start now.
— Sylvano Capobiancoinyou & me & the war of the endtimes
I'm finally back at Hogwarts. It's surreal now that I'm Head Girl, and knowing I'll never attend another welcome feast at Hogwarts. It's also not the same at the Slytherin table without Sirius and Flora. And Violetta. Thank goodness for Polly. There's a lot of new Slytherins, including Sirius' brother, Arcturus, but they're all so young, they're actual children. I swear I wasn't like that.
I suppose I'll get used to all of these changes in time, but I still don't think this year will be as enjoyable as all the others, especially with the threat of indefinite life with Great Aunt Jessamine looming ever closer.
So I'm going to have to make finding a husband by the end of next summer my number one priority. I know it's should be my N.E.W.T.s and Head Girl duties, but those won't matter when I'm trapped with Great Aunt Jessamine with no marriage prospects. I have my modest inheritance from my father, and I believe I'm the sole inheritor when Great Aunt Jessamine goes and that must be a fortune. I know it is in poor taste to think of such things but I have to be practical. I may have to covertly spread rumors that I have a great fortune so that it's common knowledge by June.
I don't want to marry a fortune hunter or for mere convenience, but I shall end up a miserable spinster like her if I don't and that's far worse. As long as the gentleman I marry likes me, then he has to be a better than her. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to fall in love with someone I can actually marry and it'll all work out nicely.
Now I must find a place to hide this journal and Sirius' letters.