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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    08.08 We have two PW winners for July: Soph and Beanie!
    08.07 SWP7 update for those working/in Hogsmeade
    08.05 Hogwarts updates have begun! Also, the AC is underway.
    08.01 Happy August!
    07.31 SWP meets Monthly Grouper in an opportunity to network and get some stamps.
    07.29 AC incoming et al.
    07.28 And the prefects are...
    07.23 Your stamp collection is about to get bigger!
    07.21 Calling in the banners!
    07.15 The rubble has been cleared and deadlines loom!
    07.10 Not one, not two, but THREE more stamps to add to your collection~
    07.09 New Account Change Feature!
    07.09 Disaster strikes!
    07.08 Charmers go above and beyond...
    07.07 Pop-up protest and photobucket things
    07.06 Photobucket emergency! Read me!
    07.04 A plot is afoot ;)
    07.01 July has come! Group threads are coming!
    August 1887
    SWP7 is live!
    08.01 - 08.31 Posting Wizard
    07.01 - 08.31 Camp Charming
    08.09 - 08.16 Adinbury Hunt
    08.14 Anti-Ban Protest
    08.16 - 08.23 Sanditon Regatta
    08.25 Hogsmeade Hall Dance
    And More!
    L’appel du vide
    Open Thread 

    Word Count: 304 | Tag: OPEN | Date: July 24, 1887 | OUTFIT

    Annabelle had always felt strange while walking near the Black Lake. It both frightened her and drew her in simultaneously; while her heart pounded in her chest at the idea of being sucked into the water by a giant squid or vicious merperson, she also had a voice in the back of her mind telling her to jump into the water while wearing her heavy dress. She couldn't determine what word to use to describe the odd sensation, but she was certain it had nothing to do with a death wish.

    Perhaps the urge had something to do with the feeling of insignificance. If she were to perish in the lake this evening, would anyone really care? Her sister might be saddened by the news of her dead twin, it wouldn't be as if she'd never been without her. Her parents would likely not care, nor would Julius or Joseph. There were very few people — if any — that Annabelle shared a close relationship with, and likely none that would truly mourn her absence.

    It was a sudden realization of her own misery that brought a sad smile to her face. She stepped closer to the shore, her body tilted slightly as she stood on the steep hill that led to the edge of the water. She was alone; there was no one with her. She'd apparated out of her bedroom without anyone's knowledge, and she hadn't seen one person in the vicinity of the area she was in. Her eyes peered into the dark waters in anticipation, as if something was about to come flying out at her. She stepped closer, coming just a little too close to the shore for comfort before— "Miss, what in Merlin's name are you doing?" called a voice.

    Coming out of her little trance, her eyes snapped up.

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    It was late, not so late as to be unseemly to be out, but then this was the life of a potions master! Meserimus had a potions apprentice, who by all rights should be out doing this sort of work, but he rather enjoyed being out alone, in the woods gathering ingredients that would make their way into some concoction or other, just like he had done for his own master when he was a boy - ahh to be young again. He had been tramping out of the forest, around the lake shore of the Black lake, of the off chance that some Dankwork had taken root on the banks steep sides and he could gather his own and avoid the apothecaries all together.

    He had been rather engrossed in his search, when he spotted a young woman on the lakes edge. He didn’t recognise her from behind, but there was something in her stance, a stillness, a sense of foreboding that made his old bones uneasy. He approached cautiously, not wanting to startle her. ’ Miss, what in Merlin's name are you doing?" he asked, one of his thick white eyebrows popping up into his hairline.

    As she turned her recognised her, Miss Scrimgeour, well one of them at least, He was unsure at first glance which of his former 7th years was standing before him. ”Is everything all right my dear?” he asked with the familiarity of a grandfather, for so Meserimus conducted himself with most of his students. ”You look rather, well…disconcerted?” he asked approaching the spot where she stood overlooking the inky black water of the lake.

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    Word Count: 145 | Tag: @Meserimus Valenduris | Date: July 24, 1887 | OUTFIT

    Annabelle's face immediately went white at the sight of her former professor. She internally asked what he'd perceived her to be doing. She was standing there, looming above the water as if questioning whether or not jumping was the right choice. If he hadn't thought her to have a death wish, he most definitely would be concerned by her lack of chaperone. She stepped backwards, away from the water.

    "I'm fine, Professor," she said, her tone a bit too sharp than she'd intended. Her gaze remained low as her body turned to face him. She was prepared for some sort of scolding; it was only in a professor's nature to do so. "I thought I saw something — a merperson, perhaps — in the water and was trying to see it through the darkness of the water," she lied, hoping her explanation was a believable enough story.

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