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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    April 26th, 1887
    @Ursula Black's 30th Birthday

    All things considered, Hannah thought she and Thom had been doing a decent job of putting their best feet forward. They'd smiled and entered the party together arm-in-arm, as if nothing unpleasant had passed between them since their marriage, and they were as happy as newlyweds should be. For the most part, it was even true. Though she couldn't help feeling a little bit anxious when he was away from home too late or seemed less chatty than usual, he seemed more like himself than he had in months, and that was all she could really ask for.

    They still had to convince everybody else they didn't despise each other's presence, though, and to that end Hannah was on a mission to track down her errant husband and rope him into a dance. They'd split up a little while ago to greet their separate friends, but three glasses of champagne later he still hadn't returned, and Hannah had decided that was beyond long enough for the men to say hello. What on earth did they have to talk about, anyway? Most men were so dull, incapable of discussing anything but themselves.

    She might also have been a little bit tipsy.

    The dress she'd had made for the occasion was sufficiently opulent, but insufficiently mobile, and navigating though the crowd was proving to be more of a chore than Hannah had anticipated. The champagne probably hadn't helped, but it was too late for regrets on that front. Besides, feeling buzzed was better than obsessing over every little look the other partygoers gave her. Her voluminous skirt tangled in her legs as she walked, and Hannah tipped forward, reaching out blindly to steady herself on some bystander.

    "Oh, Merlin, excuse me," she giggled, then realized she'd nearly tripped over the woman of the hour. Hannah flashed a smile at the older woman as she straightened herself. "I do hope you're having a wonderful birthday, Mrs. Black! It seems an age since we've seen each other, doesn't it?"

    Not that Hannah was particularly torn up over that fact, but it was the woman's birthday. She could be pleasant for just one night.
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    Ursula wasn't sure how long she had been gone but she did know that as she returned to the party she felt far better. Her eyes were still a little red and puffy but the look of abject misery was gone and replaced with a tranquil smile. She decided that she very much wanted to dance, she wanted to be whirled around the ballroom in her pretty dress and be admired. Where was Phineas and why wasn't he asking her to dance? Better still where was Th- Oh, no she didn't want him. Anyone but him.

    Ursula felt as though she were almost prancing through the room when really she was only walking at a slightly faster than usual pace which was really quite an achievement considering the dress. She did this with the intention of finding someone handsome and familiar to bat her eyelashes at until she got an offer to dance. Instead, however, she found herself being used as a balance by someone with probably just as poor coordination as she currently had. Ursula swayed dangerously.

    "Oh, it's you!" she exclaimed by way of greeting, sounding amused by this though underlying her amusement was something far less positive as far emotions went. "Little Mrs. Pettigrew," she laughed. She meant 'little' really by age rather than height because the blonde had at least an inch on her. Then she finally noticed what she was wearing. Ursula blinked hard and looked down at herself. Was she... hallucinating? It was quite possible considering what sort of substances were currently providing her with the confidence to show her face again. "What's that?" she lightly slurred, looking down at the other woman's dress with a bemused look on her face. Were her eyes deceiving her or was Mrs. Pettigrew actually wearing the same dress as her?
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