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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    09.14 Witch Weekly needs more Wenches!
    09.10 Hags have hired!
    09.05 Hags are Hiring & Update your CML Entries
    09.04 Congratulations to Lynn and Bree for winning August's PW!
    09.02 The AC is underway, and the results are in for Camp Charming...
    09.01 September ahoy! A new school year, new skins, and elections!
    08.27 Upcoming AC and Wizengamot tweak
    08.21 So you want to be a Student Club President?
    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.
    The Road To Hogwarts
    Open Thread 
    1st September
    As lazy and indolent as Kristoffer could be, there were too many perks to his prefect duties to neglect them entirely. Especially not on the first day of the year.

    So he had done his patrols on the train as usual, and when everyone had alighted at Hogsmeade Station, Kristoffer stood sentry on the platform with the others, sending first years off in their group to take the boats and shepherding the rest, whether from the train or the village, towards the carriages to take them up to the school.

    Kris was in a decent mood, in fact, being back. He liked having the authority he had at the school, and he'd grown another inch or two over the summer, and even lost the last of the accursed chubby-cheeked look he'd had, persistently. This year was a fresh chance to propel Slytherin to glory with either the quidditch or the house cup - or both, preferably - and Meta was a first year now, which ought to be entertaining, at the very least.

    So he had been greeting the students with whom he was friendly with gusto, and enjoying himself by glaring at those he didn't like, a sort of warning not to cross him this year - when, maybe by the crowd's doing, someone shoved into him by the shoulder.

    He clamped a hand on them to steady himself slightly. "Watch it," he said, turning his head towards them to see whether they were friend or foe.
    One downside to living in Hogsmeade was that she missed riding the train and would for the next six years. She felt slightly off put by that as the other first years would have had the change to get to know each other aboard, but at least she wasn't the only one. This year there seemed to be a fair amount of Hogsmeade resident first years, so she supposed she ought not to be too worried about. It wasn't like she didn't have friends yet. Growing up in a wizarding town, she had free reign to be friends with whomever and not have to worry about accidental magic or letting something slip out. And her friends came with her to school! If they were the same age as her at least.

    Still, she and her other two siblings still attending Hogwarts had been dropped off at the station and she hauled her trunk over to where the other students' had been left, leaving both that and her kitten in its carrier, before slipping into the crowds, her robes swishy around her. So far, she quite preferred these to the Muggle dress - far less restrictive in the chest and her movement abilities. She could far more easily run in these.

    Still, maybe she should space off around far more people that she was used as she felt herself crash into a taller figure and she felt herself turning beet red as he demanded she 'watch it'. "Apologies, sir! I seem to have been watching everything but what was in front of me!" Calla offered with an apologetic smile toward the male who looked close to Daffy's age.
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    thank you, bee, for the amazing set!!