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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    Ch. 1: In Which They Meet
    #1
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    September 19
    It was still very odd to not be back at Hogwarts. January didn't think that she would ever get fully used to the fact that she was now a Hogwarts graduate. Her days tended to be spent doing debutante things which was time consuming. She had known it could be thanks to her older sisters but she had somehow still not fully expected it.

    September nineteenth had been a surprisingly empty day for her social-wise and she was grateful for it. It had been quite some time since she had been able to do her usual hobby of painting. Even longer since she had managed to do it in the park. The last time she had gotten her paintbrush mauled by a duck though so that had partly contributed to her decision to stay away from the park for the time being.

    Setting up by the lake, she painted the scene before her but added in the image of the fairy tale version of mermaids rather than the selkies she was familiar with. Taking up her wand, she cast a spell against her canvas that had the mermaid splashing in and out of the water and flipping her hair.
    @J. Alfred Darrow
    @Ophelia Dippet
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    #2
    J. Alfred Darrow was on his second day back in England--one and a half, really--and he was not at all used to being home. He'd already met with several bits of unpleasant news of what had happened in his absence, and he was beginning to seriously worry about the things that he hadn't heard about yet. His mother was dead, his sister was dead, and Evander was still, unfortunately, a bit of an ass. Where were his old school friends--dead as well? And more importantly, so much more importantly, where was she?

    He probably would have found an excuse to get away from Evander and his house today anyway, but trying to figure out where his fiancee was and why she hadn't written when the news had broken was as good a reason as any. Not that Evander cared what his excuse was, really; he was feeling more and more like an inconvenience to his older brother with every passing hour and was fairly certain that was the impression Evander wanted to portray.

    Alfred couldn't exactly waltz right up to her door, though, so he'd made a pretense of some shopping, followed by a bout in the park, and was planning to pass by her house several times in hopes of creating an impromptu run-in. He'd been in town for two hours already, though, with no success, and was debating whether he ought to amble by again or whether that would be too terribly conspicuous. He was passing by a woman with an artist's easel and mulling over this question when he saw a flash of wandwork.

    Over the past five years, the light of spellwork had almost invariably been followed by disaster (the dangers of three men sharing one wand which had chosen none of them and was rather particular), and the sudden spark of something so nearby made him flinch. Turning his attention towards it, though, it seemed what the girl had done was rather harmless--and probably working as intended, though he wasn't familiar enough with the spell to say for sure.

    "Have you ever seen one of those?" he found himself asking, without a second thought to the fact that normal people did not strike up conversations with strangers in the park on a whim; he hadn't had to deal with introducing himself to anyone since 1882. "I don't think you can find them any farther north than Rochelle."