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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    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!
    09.24 A wild election deadline appears!
    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!
    Some Nights I Call It A Draw
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    Now that her relationship with her father had improved substantially, Souri no longer felt that being in his company was just something to be tolerated. She had come to enjoy his presence and was happy to come home to him at the end of a long day on her feet. However, even with her warm feelings, there were still behaviors her father insisted on engaging in that got on her last nerve. Currently, the most irritating of these were his persistent attempts to find her a husband. 

    Though Souri had explicitly stated she wasn't interested in his particular brand of matchmaking more than once, her protests fell on deaf ears. He'd gotten it into his head that this was a necessary part on his journey to being a better father and would not be stopped by anything. 

    On this particular evening, the moment she'd come back home from work, her father had ambushed her with the news that they would be receiving a late visitor. Had it not been so stressful, Souri might have found her ensuing scramble to make the house (and herself ) presentable somewhat amusing. While hiding their clutter, Souri wondered who her father had roped into his latest scheme and how exactly he'd convinced them to visit so late. Whatever his methods, Souri was sure that she'd end up having to apologize profusely. 

    She'd just finished changing into something less sweaty and food stained when she heard her father's booming voice greeting some unfortunate young man. She hurried out to intervene. 

    "Hell - oh! Mister Richardson!" How utterly embarrassing! Leave it to her father to pick a man she actually saw regularly and couldn't avoid for the rest of her life. Though, perhaps Mister Richardson could be convinced to frequent The Three Broomsticks instead ...

    "I was not aware you'd be joining us this evening." She resisted the urge to shoot a fierce glare at her father. "Please, sit. Would you like some tea? Or something to eat, perhaps?" Since it was too late to turn him away, she resigned herself to being a polite and gracious host. 

    @Cassius Lestrange
    @Overstreet Richardson
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    tag souri avninder in your replies.
    This was going to be terribly awkward.

    Richardson had been startled, and when he was startled he was more likely to be agreeable, and apparently that extended to obvious matchmaking schemes. He was a terrible choice for matchmaking for a multitude of reasons - he had a live-in brother, asshole friends, and a drinking problem. R thought that these ought to outweigh his decent career, but apparently they didn't.

    He also wasn't attracted to women at all, but seeing as this wasn't common knowledge, it wasn't an excuse he could use. So he had agreed, and he actually liked Miss Avninder, and so he came relatively well dressed and with a strong desire to sink into the earth.

    Richardson offered her an awkward smile when she appeared. "Something to eat would be lovely, Miss Avninder," he said, hands clasped together in front of him like some sort of monk. Ugh.