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!
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    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!
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    Art and Ben's Excellent Adventure
    October 4th, outside Winnipeg

    Art was sufficiently bundled for this endeavor, but pretty sure that he was going to freeze to death anyways. He stood with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets as the man explained the concept of dog-sledding to them. He was pretty sure they would be fine - he had flown a flying carpet, how hard could dogs be - but pretended to listen aptly nonetheless.

    After their previous night's adventure with The Letter from Trouble, Art was sure that this was going to be easy in comparison. Dogsledding never made anyone have feelings, at least as far as he knew. 

    The guide warned them about turning back if there were blizzards, and Art nodded attentively. It was clear for now, with sunlight shimmering off of the snow, but he had zero intention of getting stuck outside in the frozen weather. Then he would definitely die of hypothermia, and Ben was not going to have a good time explaining that one.

    "We've got it," Art said cheerfully to the muggle guide, who left. So they had two sleds, and two packs of dogs, and this was going to be great. He was absolutely going to beat Ben. 

    "Ready?" Art asked, pulling a small bottle of (ew) Canadian whisky out of his pocket. He wasn't doing this sober; that was the point of going on an international bender.
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    After last night, Ben had acquired several empty bottles of awful Canadian whiskey, half a dozen blotchy and mostly illegible partially written letters to Ellory Pendergast, and one hell of a hangover. The latter made it almost impossible to pay attention to the Muggle who was explaining to them how dog-sledding worked, so Ben really hoped he wasn't missing any important information. How hard could it really be, though? You sat in a sled and yelled mush and tried not to get lost in a snowstorm.

    Only the man had said something about snow blindness and that seemed like the sort of nefarious lurking trouble that Ben ought to be aware of before embarking on an expedition in the snow. Before he could bring it up, though, Art was dismissing the man. Hopefully that bit wasn't important, because Ben's pride wouldn't allow him to admit that he'd missed something Art had apparently got a handle on.

    His head was pounding but Art had a flask, which seemed like a good idea. Hair of the dog, and all that. "Hand that over," he said, batting a hand out to take the flask. "Then I'll be ready."