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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    News
    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    11.10 Election update!
    11.07 We have Posting Wizards!
    11.06 A big announcement...
    11.04 Happy AC day!
    11.03 Banner time!
    11.03 Welcome to November!
    10.29 October is waning...
    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!
    November 1887
     
        
     
    The Waiting Game
    #1
    Open Thread 
    It had been late afternoon when Morgana had gotten off work. Marvolo had instructed her to meet him in the cemetery when she was done for the day and she had obeyed. Only problem was that he was nowhere to be found. Morgana could privately admit that her betrothed was not precisely the brightest person in the world so she figured he had confused the times on himself. No matter, she would still wait.

    Sitting by the grave of some random lost relation of hers, she wiped off the top of the tombstone with a handkerchief she'd had in her pocket. Just because they were poor meant that they had to let their deads resting places fall into disarray.
    MORGANA WANTS HER BETROTHED
    “We're the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won't take our souls.”