Charming is a Victorian Era Harry Potter roleplay set primarily in the village of Hogsmeade, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the non-canon village of Irvingly. Characters of all classes, both magical and muggle — and even non-human! — are welcome.
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"One thing that was definitely going to last for years - health permitting - was their marriage. Years upon years, until one of them finally ran out of the bitterness that was keeping them alive and died first." — Antigone Lestrange in The Wolf And The Tigress
Josiah had gotten very used to life with Jeremy being without his sight. Things that had been overly awkward and perhaps over protective had since dwindled into a sense of normalcy. At the very least, Josiah had come to realize that Jeremy could still do things for himself. It just took practice and time and he didn't need his siblings hovering and making everything worse. It had been a hard lesson for Josiah to learn but he had.
For once, his mind was on his own problems. His niggling desire to change his occupation still persisted and Miss Grace had seemingly disappeared from his acquaintance. He had not seen her for a long time now. It didn't bother Josiah as much as he had thought it should but it did make him realize that he very much would like a womans companionship. You know, a woman aside from his sisters.
Then his mind had gone to Jeremy. It didn't feel quite right for the youngest to start seeking out a woman to marry when the eldest wasn't even engaged or close to it. All these thoughts brewed in Josiah's mind as he brewed up tea for their evening meal.
Life was... life. Days passed with lethargy, but they passed. He found things for himself to do, small projects to pass the time. He was alone in the house during the day, which he liked, which gave him licence to potter around, tidying, mending, thinking. He was - slowly - trying to learn Braille, though it was proving to be difficult, and reading material was limited anyway. Most days, he walked. He could run errands to the market or the Shoppe. He knew the streets and surroundings of Irvingly intimately, regularly trudged up to the church or to the Arms or out into Hawthorne Hollow without a struggle. It always felt good to be out in the open air, and out of everyone's way.
When the others were around, he was always calm, patient. As cheerful as he could be. They were all getting on with life; they all had their own routines. His siblings' patience had not seemed to break: they did not, as far as Jeremy could tell, resent him.
Jeremy had shuffled into the kitchen where he could hear the gurgling of the kettle, where Josiah was preparing tea. His brother was quiet, though - either concentrating, or contemplating - so he didn't interrupt, just sank into a chair at the table and busied himself, cleaning down some cutlery with a damp cloth. He went by touch, testing for friction against his thumb, rubbing the cloth methodically, thoroughly enough that he could trust that he hadn't missed anywhere. He set one piece down with a clatter and then picked up another, pausing.
Josiah would forever admire the way that Jeremy had adapted to his new life. He still held some hope that there might be a way, especially given their magical neighbors. But if no such help came, at least he knew Jeremy would do just fine.
He looked up briefly as Jeremy came into the kitchen and sank into a chair to wipe down some cutlery. Once the tea was done, Josiah settled himself at the table as well, pouring out a cup for his brother before settling into his own chair. His hands warmed themselves on his cup as he considered Jeremy's question.
"For the most part, yes," he finally answered genuinely. "There's just been some things I have been thinking about for the past while. Things that might bring about some small changes, maybe."
He heard the tea pour, the chair scrape opposite him, the gentle thud as his brother sat. Josiah hadn't answered yet, so in the meantime, Jeremy's fingers edged forwards until he could curl them around the cup there for him. He offered a slight nod in thanks for it, and breathed in the warmth of the steam of it while he waited.
Josiah answered eventually, but the length of time he had waited confirmed that there was something he was mulling over. Though it didn't reach his face, concern grew heavy in his chest - the first part of the answer lifted him back into something like relief.
"Some small changes," Jeremy repeated slowly, wishing the word change didn't terrify him so, as if he were on a cliff-face, teetering on the edge of an abyss. The vagueness of it didn't help. He had faith that Josiah would have thought anything through - anything at all - before bringing it up, had faith that Josiah was a sensible, reasonable human being, with the Rohlwings' interests at heart... and regardless, Jeremy was panic-stricken inside. Mostly because he was almost entirely sure that anything that needed changing was his own fault. Still: the least he could do was be receptive to whatever this was going to be, and the last thing he wanted to do was tread all over Josiah's ideas before he had even managed to expel them, purely because Jeremy was scared.
So he consciously loosened his shoulder, tried to frown less. "Of course... Alright... Yes, I'm sure you're right," he said, trying desperately to phrase his encouragements right, and casually too. "Go on then. What did you have in mind?"