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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    May 1887
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    Time Keeps On Slippin', Slippin', Slippin'...
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    April 29th

    The weird time thing from the ball a few days ago was still bothering him, though he was still no closer to figuring out what had caused it. It had to be something that either he'd done or Ellory had done, or else there was no sense in it having only affected the two of them at the ball. The other clue that he had was that the cane he'd been using as a prop, which had a compartment for his wand, had sealed itself during the time freeze, making him unable to retrieve his wand. As soon as they'd come un-stuck, he'd been able to open the compartment and remove his wand just the same way he'd put it in there. That could have had some other explanation--maybe manipulating things didn't work if they were frozen at one moment in time? He hadn't tried opening or closing any doors, or anything, so he really couldn't be sure--but it was just suspicious enough that when he had a few minutes to himself in Excalibur, he decided to give the cane a little further examination.

    He'd sat down at one of the tables in the lounge area downstairs, with the cane over his knees as he poked and prodded at every inch of it. He manipulated it every way that he knew how, but nothing. Eventually, he took his wand out and surveyed it cautiously. He didn't want to put his wand in there and risk losing it again. What if it was just a sticky compartment, and its being unwilling to open had nothing to do with the time freeze? What if he put his wand in there and sealed it up and never saw it again?

    Eventually, he decided that being able to figure out how the time warp had happened was enough of a benefit that it was worth the risk. He slid his wand into the compartment and closed it, then looked around the room. Nothing had changed. Tentatively, he worked the cane over from top to bottom, pressing on different parts of it. He opened the knob at the top. Nothing. Frowning, he opened and re-closed the wand compartment. Nothing. After examining it for a long moment, he swung it down to the ground to lean on it--or at least, that was the intent. He actually ended up smacking it against the leg of a table and nearly dropped it, twisting the knob at the top in the process. It popped open, and Ben closed it once again as he raised the cane back up to his knees.

    The room was frozen. Ben laughed, then turned his attention back to the cane to see if he could figure out what he'd just done. He opened and shut the knob, with no luck, but he was fairly certain that had something to do with it--so he manhandled it a bit and was able to twist it open. The quiet buzz of conversation returned almost immediately. Ben had a wide grin on his face that he couldn't really help. He could stop time!

    Looking around, Reuben spotted a friend not too far off. "Howell!" he called, just loudly enough to get the other man's attention. He didn't want to attract a crowd for this little spectacle. "C'mere. You have to see this."

    @Howell Merrick @Tristan Michaud
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    Howell's mother had been a lot more than a handful the week or so but Howell and his trusty staff had dealt with it well enough. She was now back to what was now 'normal' for her. He was in sore need of something entertaining and fun to do which meant that he was headed to Excalibur's. A round of pool, cards, a drink or ten - these all sounded like grand ideas to the brunette.

    He was - of course - oblivious to any time freezing that was going on as he moved his way through the club. He hadn't been there very long when he heard a familiar voice calling out his name. "See what?" He asked curiously as he made his way over with his scotch in hand. "The cane?" He guessed since that was the only remotely interesting thing he saw the other man holding.
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    "Well--yes," Ben admitted, with a frown. He knew that a cane was not generally anything to be very impressed about, even a handsome one like this, but he was quite at a loss as to how to explain what he wanted to show Howell otherwise. Partly it was that he just wasn't sure he could articulate it well, but partly it was that he didn't relish the idea of anyone overhearing him.

    He hesitated a moment, unsure how to proceed. Howell was a good sort and generally a pretty roll-with-the-punches sort of guy, but he'd probably think it weird if Ben just reached out and grabbed him for no reason, or if he jabbed him with the cane in order to get him through the time-freeze with him. With a frown, he swung the end of the cane over towards his friend's approaching legs and said, "Here, hold this a sec." He did not, however, even have to wait for Howell to oblige him, because the cane knocked lightly against his friend's knee, and Ben reached down to twist the top.

    The room went quiet. Reuben looked around him, grinning like a very satisfied child who had discovered some new trick. "Eh?" he asked, gesturing at the frozen club patrons.
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