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.
"Well done, Mr. Hunter," the healer offered as he judged the first of the potions completed. Likewise, young Mr. Mohr's was of admirable quality. The young ladies, it seemed, had not fared as well: Miss Gamp's potion was actively on fire, and Miss Gillenwater's smelled quite decidedly of passed gas. Miss Moony, at least, had managed to continue her earlier success.
"For those of you sitting your Ordinary Wizarding Levels this term," Gideon said as the young ladies departed, all the cauldrons having been cleared once again, "this next potion might be very beneficial indeed. The Draught of Peace is a helpful potion, but can cause irrevocable sleep if crafted incorrectly. Your time begins now!"
Eros was glad to have made it this far. The next potion was a difficult one so he put all his focus on making sure his ingredients were perfect and did his best to ensure he got the timings and stirs just right. Once he was done, he stepped back and awaited Mr Brownes judgement of how he had done.
It was with no small amount of joy that Anne watched Greta go. That went as planned, but Anne hadn't expected to be the only Slytherin and girl left standing. She's taken the time to catalog her own mistakes - she barely kept up with the boys in this last round. It was imperative that she bring her best. Anne took one more look at the competition: Hunter, too damn cheery and Mohr, prissy little vela.
Brow furrowed and determination set, Anne dove into her brewing. The healer wanted peace in a bottle, then so be it.
Mother would be very proud of her boy getting that one right. "Hard luck, girls." he said politely as Greta and Hester were also eliminated, leaving the three of them. Anne Moony had a reputation as a diligent student, and Eros Mohr was a fellow Gryffindor so a loss to either of them would be acceptable at this point, except he would rather not lose to a thirdie.
Mr Hunter grabbed his ingredients and focused, they had been at this for a couple of hours now, but the finish line was within sight and he might win. What seemed like much less time than it should later, Benedict was done and ready for judgement.
With all three potions completed within the time allowed and to an acceptable standard, Gideon's task was now to assess the minutiae—the precise colours, textures, smells. Were there not still another round to complete, he might have had the young potioneers sample their concoctions, but the healer expected that would slow proceedings down a great deal. It took him longer to judge the three potions than it had the five before them, but ultimately, he sent young Mr. Hunter on his way with a couple words of congratulations for having made it so far.
Now, his attentions were upon the two remaining youngsters before him.
"This last brew is one not taught until the N.E.W.T. level, and thus will almost certainly be brand new to you both. The draught of living death is a difficult potion by any measure, and its inclusion today is to test your ability to accomplish such a difficult brew without any preparation. Even a failure in this round could still win you the tournament—although do try not to blow anything up. Your time begins now!"
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Even making it this far was great for him. Professor V was sure to be proud. Ever since the older man had rescued him from the attempted kidnapping over the summer (which no one at school knew about except them), Eros had come to idol worship him greatly. This potion was going to be a difficult one but he remained focused on his task. To take heed of anyone else would only distract him from his own efforts.
eros is half-veela which means females tend to feel drawn to him with older ladies feeling protective of him
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Anne barked a laugh. Of course this would be the potion that would decide things. Of bloody course. The potion was difficult, all the more reason to want to master it. Well, this time would be different. Giving no consideration to her opposition, Anne set to work, determined for victory.
Gideon was glad for the handkerchief he brought to his mouth as he judged the first potion. Mr. Mohr's potion was emitting such a vapour that the lad was visibly swaying on his feet—in Gideon's professional opinion, the young wizard would need a night in the hospital wing. Miss Moony's was likewise sub-par, but at least was not eminating any dangerous fumes.
"Miss Moony," Gideon declared after deftly vanishing the offending concoctions, "is the winner. Congratulations!"