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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    01.11 I've got a bit of a reputation...
    01.06 AC underway, and a puzzle to solve!
    01.01 Happy new year! Have some announcements of varying importance.
    12.31 Enter the Winter Labyrinth if you dare!
    12.23 Professional Quidditch things...
    12.21 New stamp!
    12.20 Concerning immortality
    12.16 A heads up that the Secret Swap deadline is fast approaching!
    12.14 Introducing our new Minister of Magic!
    12.13 On the first day of Charming, Kayte gave to me...
    12.11 Some quick reminders!
    12.08 Another peek at what's to come...
    12.05 It's election day! OOC, at least.
    12.04 We have our PW winners for November!
    12.02 New Skins! In less exciting news, the AC is underway.
    11.27 AC Saturday and election next week!
    11.21 A glimpse at post-move changes.
    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    Mandrake Mishaps
    The wind gave a stern gust as Violet descended down one of the grassy hilltops, her plaid robes billowing about her and a silky scarf fluttering before her. Stowed beneath her robes she held a small box and a card, the Professor's old fingers clasped around it quite tightly. As she trudged, Violet muttered beneath her breath, cursing at the wind, the cold, and the general ill-temperment of the fickle friend that was Feburary. While she was proud of her uncanny ability to contrary, she wasn't a fan of the weather when it chose to be such.

    As she made her way to the collection of green houses, Professor Wiltingham pushed through and raised her nose to the air. The warmness of charmed greenhouses reminded her of childhood; the thick stench of grass and lingering perfume of wet soil was a scent she knew all too well. Violet raised a brow effortlessly with the sharpness of a snake, humming slightly.

    "Mason!" she said delicately, barely giving him a second to reply. "Mr. Skeeter!" Professor Wiltingham said a bit more sternly. 

    @Mason Skeeter
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    Professor Wiltingham is a severe old lady with an unfortunate desire to say what  is 
    on her mind, though one must credit that to her age.  She uses a cane to walk, and
     should you require a bit of extra-credit, one must simply persuade her with sweets.
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    Mason was in Greenhouse 3, elbow deep in soil, repotting his infant mandrakes, with some beeswax in his ears, just in cast. These were so young that a cry would only induce a fainting spell, but Mason would never get them all tucked away and safely snoozing if he kept passing out! He left a poorly adhered note to the door of the greenhouse, but hadn't thought to put anything large like "WARNING" in bold letters. He was assuming that since it was Valentine's day, the students would be (unwisely) occupied elsewhere.

    He was of course, oblivious to Professor Wiltingham's call, between the squalling mandrakes and the beeswax, he wasn't likely to hear much of anything unless there was someone shouting directly in his face. He was also humming to himself just in case the wax came loose, but frankly, he really didn't want to hear the continual wailing of the mandrakes on any level and he was doing all he could to keep the sound from reaching his ears.
    ovary-exploding set by MJ! o___o
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