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!
    What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor
    Open Thread 
    10 October 1887; open to anyone but bonus if they're amenable to expeditioning later.

    Alfred may have been having a midlife crisis at the moment. If he was being honest with himself and looking back critically at his life, he might have realized that the Navy had not, in fact, been his dream since the earliest days of his childhood. He'd been a young man adrift as he approached his final years of Hogwarts, and Captain Peppersmith had been persuasive enough to get him to join up out of school. Over the years of his involvement in the fleet, however, the mentality of a sailor had crept into every fiber of him. The Captain's goals and dreams had become his, until looking back at his life now, he couldn't remember a time when he'd wanted anything else.

    And the Captain was dead. He didn't even have any surviving relatives, or not of any sort of proximity that mattered. His fleet, his pride and joy, was in the hands of people who might not have even seen the sea in the last few years. There wasn't any cause to champion any more, no dream to chase--and Alfred himself didn't even have the comforts of family to fall back on. His mother was dead, his sister was dead, his fiancee had abandoned the very idea of him. There was Evander, but Evander was... Evander.

    So Alfred was doing what sailors always did, when they didn't know what else to do; he was drinking. He'd gone to the Hog's Head because he didn't have much money, truth be told--and he could have invited Paul to come with him and the man would have bought his drinks all night, but Alfred didn't want to be constantly reminded of his lack of finances tonight. He just wanted to be pleasantly but not egregiously drunk. Drunk enough to floo back home and collapse in his bed and not have to think about anything for a day, but not drunk enough that anyone would think he was amenable to conversations.

    He seemed to be failing on the latter count, though, because someone had just sat down next to him on the bar and mumbled something. At least, it seemed like they were mumbling, because Alfred certainly hadn't heard. "Sorry?" he asked, half-turning to be able to hear them better.