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.

With a member driven story line, monthly games and events, and a friendly and drama-free community focused on quality over quantity, the only thing you can be sure of is fun!
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    04.17 We seem to be suffering a shortage of older students >.<
    04.09 A foul odour is plaguing Irvingly...
    04.02 Activity Check underway and other updates
    03.17 Students now have full access to their house skins!
    03.09 Changes to Student Clubs records
    03.01 Activity Check, new skins, and more!
    02.28 So you want to be a Wench?
    02.27 24 hours to submit a Spring banner!
    02.26 The staff team would like your SKINput on spring availability~
    April 1887
    04.01 - 04.30 Posting Wizard
    April Writing Challenge
    04.07 Padmore Picnic
    04.16 Quidditch: Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin
    04.21 - 04.23 Dueling Tournament
    And More!
    Brotherly Bonding
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    @Jeremy Rohlwing
    @Elias Grimstone
    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.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    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.  

    "You alright?" He asked, reading the silence.
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    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."
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    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?"
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    Josiah watched his brothers reaction to his words before smiling as Jeremy repeated his words. He almost nodded before remembering that the action would be pointless. "Yes," he confirmed. He wasn't exactly sure how to phrase what he wanted to express about his newly fostered personal desires. Josiah wasn't the sort to enjoy talking about himself which just made this all the more difficult to convey to his sibling.

    Josiah had contemplated things until there was no more room to contemplate. He had to take some sort of action.

    He took in a breath as Jeremy asked what he had in mind. "Well, first - my occupation. It is very stable and I quite like it but I have been considering a change. Perhaps I could take a job at the casino or the complaints office," he shared, wondering what Jeremy would think considering the former was where the man used to work.

    "I've also been, well, not lonely, per se," he continued awkwardly. "I think I might like a wife and I wondered if you have ever had the same thought?" Josiah thought that it would make some sense if Jeremy had, even if fleetingly, considering he was older.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    Josiah still sounded cautious, but eventually he came out with it all. Of all the news he had been given from the mouths of his siblings: Tuesday's elopement, Jason's wizardness - well, Josiah wanting a change of career was hardly the most worrisome. "Oh," Jeremy said, more thoughtfully.  

    "Understandable," Jeremy said, of the first matter. He had to wonder whether there was any impetus in it caused by him and his - his persistent unemployment, when he was useless and the family relied on Josiah's work. They needed Josiah in a job, of course, but Jeremy was very much opposed to seeing his brother miserable in his life. (Josiah hadn't said he was anything approaching miserable, but even so, Jeremy wasn't about to let him risk getting there. He was a source of enough misery for the whole family, thank you very much.)

    "The casino pays a decent wage," he pointed out, "and, I'spose, if you're looking for excitement..." he trailed off, figuring it was self-explanatory. Either the casino or the complaints office would see Josiah more around people - people other than a bunch of yelling children - and although neither place of work screamed ideal to Jeremy, he could not blame Josiah for likely wanting the opportunity to see some people, day on day. (Lord knew Jeremy wasn't much company at home, for one. Nor was Josiah's eldest sister, for that matter.) "I'd say either was worth a try," he mused, "an' a change might do some good."  

    He had to take a long swallow of tea before he could work up the composure to address the other matter on his brother's mind. Far more awkwardly, he set the cup down, still drumming on it with his fingers. Had he ever had the same thought, of a wife? If he had, it was a distant one, not for a long while; never as an actual possibility. And that, before it had been truly made one, for him. He forced out a laugh. "Me? No," Jeremy answered, trying to brush off the question, make a joke out of it. "Who in the world would have me?" No, he was too sorry for that; still, it oughtn't be his younger brother's responsibility, any more than it would be a wife's, to be stuck taking care of him - and that was why Josiah's idea of getting out, getting married, actually had potential to be a good one. "No, but you - you've got a chance yet," he said, with the briefest quirk of a grin. He still had a bit of teasing older brother in him, and for a moment all his ordinary bitterness was gone. "You got a girl in mind, or?"
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    Josiah had not really thought on the 'excitement' bit of things. He was a quiet man and didn't really like being among a crowd of people. Then again, he figured adults might be a little more tolerable than children. At the very least, they had the veil of public etiquette to keep them in line whilst children were usually very free with their words and could be, perhaps, sometimes a little overly social. He had lost count the number of times he had been repeatedly asked 'why?' when it came to something he was doing.

    He was relieved, somewhat, to hear that Jeremy thought that a change would do them good. He could make do with dealing with being around people all the time if the pay was well and the people not too intolerable.

    Josiah then waited to hear what Jeremy thought about the other matter that he had lay on the table. He was saddened to hear his brothers words. There was a stubborn familial loyalty within him that dictated that any woman would be lucky to have Jeremy as their spouse.

    "As for me, there was a girl that I quite admired but that was months ago and I have not heard a thing from her since," he admitted sheepishly. "But the experience did help me realize that I might be ready for it all."
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”