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
    05.01 - 05.31 Posting Wizard
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    May 6th — The Horned Serpent
    The cup had been inherited, if that was the right word, from Simeon—Lila was seldom the sort to partake in drinking, and a mug that disguised its contents as ale did wonders at shutting down any such pressures. It was also a less relationship-damaging route than a kick to the groin.

    She perched languidly in her usual armchair near the fire, one leg over an armrest and the other dangling down to the floor as she cradled her half-empty (for that was how she chose to see it) cup in one hand and fingered her wand with the other.

    “It wasn’t a dragon,” she argued with a roll of her eyes, “just a lizard blown up a bit. Harmless, though to hear him tell of it, he’d been through the wars!”
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    Saturday nights tended to be the liveliest, in Storm's opinion and they absently wondered if that was why they personally found Sunday's to be the laziest. They were only half-listening to the conversation taking place as they lazily observed a card game taking place at one of the tables. Lounging atop one of the tables with a drink, Storm was a little bored, really, but suspected that they no longer would be soon enough.
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    "How much alcohol did he need to confuse a lizard and a dragon?" the seventeen-year-old would retort from where she was perched on another armchair, though rather than sitting properly she laid across the chair, legs hung over one arm and head dangling over the other. When she had first dropped down into the chair, she had still looked rather presentable, but now her dress had been twisted up and had risen to expose her ankles as she had twisted about in the chair and her hair hung in loose waves, having fallen slowly over the night from her braid. She wasn't drunk yet, but that didn't mean she hadn't hadn't had enough to loosen up yet. "And why was it big? The lizard I mean. Either way fighting a dragon is no war. There are dragon trainers for that."
    It often struck Queenie, in moments of wry clarity, that in descending into the depths of society she had discovered about herself a predisposition for the ersatz respectability that her family had practiced and, in her bleaker moments, when the hangover was a long way away from abating and she could still feel the solution of water, alum and zinc sulphate drying between her thighs, she almost missed. As such she still stepped daintily around the alehouse, even when it was packed to the rafters - or as packed as such a dingy hole could stand to become - and sent a coquettish smile towards a gentleman on the other side of the bar before promptly turning away from him.

    There was no point in being too obvious. They would find her regardless in her experience.

    "Whose training dragons?" She asked distractedly, hovering behind the youngest of the women assembled.
    “A great deal, one would wager,” Lila replied dryly, plainly not impressed by the claims. “But then, ‘t wouldn’t be the first time that particular fellow had mistaken something unimpressive indeed for something large and commanding.” Lila herself had quashed his hopes and dreams in that regard.