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 a thread started and set every month for twelve consecutive months. Each thread must have at least ten posts, and at least three must be your own.
Did You Know?
Did you know? Jewelry of jet was the haute jewelry of the Victorian era. — Fallin
The midlevel students were more his speed than the youngsters, but Mason never put it pas anyone to cause an eruption of some kind. It was times like this he was so very glad he'd landed with the Herbology position instead of the Potions post.
"We will being with a Antidote to Uncommon Poisons, best of luck, pay attention!" It wasn't a very easy one, but he had faith.
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Monet was actually quite ecstatic to be competing in a potions competition. She loved the subject and felt it was one of her better ones so she'd signed up promptly.
Beaming from ear to ear, she quickly set to work with her antidote. When she finished with her work, she all but bounced on her feet with an eager hand raised on the air to indicate her antidote was finished.
Ada had rather been looking forward to this, to be honest. She liked being able to showcase her skills--or to have an opportunity to figure out where she was failing. Possibly Ada needed to get out more.
Ada went about attempting to brew the antidote before raising her hand.
If one was willing to use the moniker quite loosely, her mother was a potioneer. Holliday Fudge had, thus, always felt a connection to the subject, much as her ghostly father's passion had propelled her towards Care of Magical Creatures. The Ravenclaw always entered these competitions when they came around, and often found her confidence to be well-earned. (That she saw it as a bit of fun, rather than the cutthroat competition some of her peers seemed to believe it was, did not hurt, either.)
Methodically, the fifth year worked her way through her antidote to uncommon poisons, knowing there was little to be gained and much potential for error if she rushed. When the Ravenclaw was, at last, finished, she saw she was not the first to complete her brew (unsurprising) but also not among the last.
Aria had only signed up for the potion-brewing competition to avoid a week's worth of pestering from her mother to participate in school activities. She'd only barely prepped for the day, scanning through her Potion notes—and she only did that because she had an upcoming Potions paper to write.
Aria brewed the antidote to the best of her ability, only stepping back when she was certain of its completion.
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Thomas viewed the competition as a great way to practice his skills. Potions was one of his better subjects, even though his heart belonged to Transfiguration. After all, he did need to become adept at it in order to continue on his path to become an animagus.
He nodded to himself when it seemed the chosen potion was an Antidote to Common Poisons. He was glad he had done some late night reading to help refresh himself. With his mouth set into a straight line of concentration, Thomas immediately got to work, being sure to check and double check himself every step of the way.
When he had completed the potion, he simply looked up from his cauldron.
This group seemed to be doing alright- nothing spectacular, but Mason rather thought this first potion was king of tricky. "I'm sorry Miss Fudge, Miss Talbot, better luck next time!
Everyone else will please begin a Wit Sharpening Potion!" Hopefully this wouldn't be so bad, but it was only supposed to get harder as they progressed.
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Monet squeaked with delighted surprise and happiness. She quickly gathered her ingredients and set to work with making her wit sharpening potion. Finishing quickly, she bounced back again and waved her hand in the air to indicate she was finished.
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A Wit Sharpening Potion.
With a serious nod, Thomas set out to collect the necessary ingredients and began to carefully prepare them for brewing. He seemed pleased with himself that he had made it to the next round, pride he would only express out loud to his closest friends. Now was the time for concentrating and recalling all that he had read in preparation.
He continued to brew, and, like before, he simply glanced up from what he had been doing when he had completed the task.
Two of the Ravenclaws were dismissed from the round, causing Aria to quietly snort. She was now up against the bookish Ravenclaw and the girlish Slytherin—neither of whom she had a desire to get to know better.
She brewed her potion and finished last, but was not at all concerned.
Miss Belby seemed to be performing rather steadily while Mr. Montgomery was proving to be quiet adept with the last one. "I'm sorry Miss Brown, it was a valiant effort. The last potion for this round is a Girding Potion, good luck!"
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Thomas found himself wrinkling his nose at the mention of the next potion. It wasn't of displeasure about brewing it, but rather the foul odor it tended to produce.
Ever serious when it came to competition, he got right to work, carefully reviewing the ingredients and beginning to brew. When he completed it, he nodded, critically looking over his work. He was partaking in the competition for self-betterment, after all.
The Slytherin was gone. All that stood between her and victory (an an overwhelming display of congratulations from her mother, who she was sure stood just out of sight) was the Ravenclaw. Aria took her time brewing this time, finishing moments after the boy. She stepped back, took a deep breath, and awaited the results.
Well, well, well, Mr. Montgomery seemed to be on his O-game today. "Mr. Montgomery takes the round, well done to everybody who participated! I was rather impressed!" Not that Mason's opinion probably mattered all that much to the students, but he had been genuinely impressed with the performances on the day so far.