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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    Bad Romance
    #1
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    I want your horror, I want your design
    ‘Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine

    Thursday, May 4
    Two hours after sunset
    Work was truly a nightmare, even if it was the only way she could keep this family afloat. A laborer's salary did nothing, really - but, Dove knew that going in. Her sister Nightingale would help out now and again - a galleon a month, usually, when she felt comfortable to spare it. It kept the children fed, it kept their clothes mended.

    After a difficult day of maintaining a perfect smile, Dove made her way into the small place the Drummond family called home. Magpie and Bear were already asleep, but Stag was curled on his little bed, trying to sleep. Dove crossed the room to him, easing onto her knees and tucking the blankets about him, not saying a word, just pressing a kiss to his forehead before standing and raising her wand, to draw the room-separating curtain across.

    "I love what I do," she commented, shedding her work clothes and slipping into a plain chemise, "but there are days I wish..."
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    #2
    Walking up behind his wife, Byron places his arms around her waist and and hold her close.

    "If you say it enough times you might start to believe it" He uttered a little sarcastically.
    "I didn't have any trouble putting the children to bed. Stag seems to be having a influx of bad dreams, its making it hard for him to drift off"

    Byron kisses his wife's cheek and goes the bedside table and takes out his pipe. Slowly putting a little tobacco into it, he lights a match and proceeds to move to the window to allow the smoke to escape.

    "So how was your day? Mine went rather smoothly. Extremely uneventful"
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    The moment Byron stepped up behind her, Dove's blue eyes drifted closed, and a smile lit her face. She was lucky, she knew, that she had him, and he was as open and honest as he was. His innate elegance, his mannerisms...it was a slice of the good life, right smack in the middle of Purgatory.

    "Again?" she asked softly, her hands resting on his. "I wish I could help him more..." Once he released her, she moved to sink onto their bed, facing him at the window when he reached it.

    "It went as per usual, for a day at the hospital. Always on your toes for whatever comes through the doors, always smiling...it's sickening, really. Worry is a constant - never know if I might contract something myself." With a sigh, she lifted her left leg, tucking her foot under her right thigh. "At least I have my family, right? You, our children...my sister."
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