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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    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    11.10 Election update!
    11.07 We have Posting Wizards!
    11.06 A big announcement...
    11.04 Happy AC day!
    11.03 Banner time!
    11.03 Welcome to November!
    10.29 October is waning...
    10.17 Election 1887 campaign ledgers are up!
    10.16 Kayte's changed her (Charming) face!
    10.10 Congrats to September's PW winners Olive and Miri!
    10.03 An update on the Hogwarts ban...
    10.01 It's now October~
    09.30 The AC Approaches
    09.24 We have new Wenches!
    November 1887
     
        
     
    Getting Horn-y Tonight
    #1
    See Inside... Thread 
    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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    #2
    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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    #3
    "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."
    #4
    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.
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    #5
    “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.
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    #6
    Storm couldn't help a chuckle of amusement at Lila's last words. Not that they personally had any experience when it came to seeing such things - unimpressive or otherwise. Aside from their own, anyway, when they felt the yen to have one. Tying their hair back into a simple tail with a black ribbon, Storm took a long drink of their beverage.
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    #7
    Dean was a few steps behind Queenie, with a mug of ale in her hand. She leaned against the nearest pillar and took a sip of her ale. "If every man's to be believed, it's a common profession," Dean said in response to the pretty prostitute, "Never quite saw the appeal." Of dragons or penises, honestly. 
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    #8
    She glanced up at Queenie as she hovered behind her chair, offering a three fingered wave that resembled more of a salute than a wave, offered solely because of her chosen resting place in which placed her in Circe's field of vision before turning her attention back towards the conversation at hand. A slight chuckle escaped her as well, as she listed to Lila - oh what would she not bet there was the double meaning behind her words. "Just leave the dragons be."
    #9
    Somewhere along the line Queenie knew she had missed an important part of the conversation but these were not the sort of women that waited for others to catch up. She had known their sort all her life and knew not to even bother trying to work it out. Instead she listened to Dean, by far the kindest of the lot, and learned on the back of Circe's chair, glancing coyly over her shoulder at a gentleman behind Dean.

    "Some of us can't avoid them," she quipped, fingers gripping the chair till her knuckles turned white without her even noticing.
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