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.

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    12.02 New Skins! In less exciting news, the AC is underway.
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    #1
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    December 11th, 1887
    The carriage driver had been given leave to go get some matches as Aldous leaned against it, a cool, winter wind blowing off of the port that lay on the other side of the customs office. He did not know if his brother had taken the voyage he had purchased, nor if Reuben would even make it through customs—knowing the more reckless of the twins, it would not have surprised Aldous at all for his brother to try to bring an ashwinder or some such in his trunk—but still the wizard waited. They had parted badly, for which Aldous felt a great deal of guilt; he thought he should at least try to reunite on better terms.

    Shifting his extra weight to his cane allowed him to lift himself ever so slightly higher, and the eldest Crouch craned his neck, that he might better see the exit of the daunting building ahead.
    @Reuben Crouch
    after a splinching incident in july 1884, aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp.
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    set by bree
    #2
    Ben was craning his neck and scanning the crowd as he made his way down from the gangway and to the pier, but he was hardly expecting to see Aldous waiting. No, he'd been looking for Art Pettigrew. The fact that Aldous had never responded to his last letter (curt though it was) coupled with the lack of note attached to his return ticket said, to Ben, that the two were not particularly on speaking terms. He certainly hadn't expected a pier side reunion. As he ducked into the customs shack, hoping that he'd seen Aldous before he'd seen him, he wondered what his brother was doing here.

    Meeting him at the pier to take custody of him? He was returning from exile at his brother's hands, and although he was home early Ben had no illusions that he was getting out for good behavior. The timing was not incidental, he knew; he was here because he was supposed to go vote for Roman. He had absolutely no intention of doing that, unless Aldous was going to try and force him at wandpoint, or something--but he was glad to be back in England, and he wasn't keen on ruining it quite so soon by running afoul of Aldous.

    This probably meant, he reflected, that his plans to go paint London red with Art would need to be put on hold, at least until he'd figured out what Aldous wanted.

    Customs went smoothly - mostly because when Ben had gotten the ticket, in Toronto, he'd had to leave immediately in order to reach Halifax in time for his departure, and he hadn't had time to pack anything that the import people would object to. He'd probably left a handful of his own things strewn about his hotel room somewhere, but that was a small price to pay for being back in the country.

    He had to make a concerted effort not to hold his breath as he approached his brother's carriage, holding his trunk behind one shoulder by one of the straps. The fingers on his free hand itched; he wanted a cigarette but didn't particularly want to start any conversations with his brother about habits he'd picked up while abroad. "Hey," he greeted, rather awkwardly. He wondered if this was going to take long, and if he was in trouble - Art was still, theoretically, here somewhere, and while he would probably understand getting stood up if it was really necessary, Ben didn't particularly want to abandon him.

    (FYI @Arthur Pettigrew)
    #3
    He had not bolted, and did not look as though he had been arrested recently. Both were good signs as far as the continuation of their fraternal relationship was concerned, and Aldous nodded in satisfaction as much as in greeting.

    “You look…well,” the wizard decided on at last, and it was true. He looked as though he had been travelling and not as debonair as most who did so in luxury tended towards, but that was simply Reuben. He had maintained his limbs in his journeying in the New World, and his nose did not seem to have recently been broken, suggesting that if he had been in any fights, he had at least won them.

    “I’m glad to see it,” Aldous added with a small smile. Immediately he knew he ought to have said ‘glad to see you’ instead, but no—that might have opened a can of worms that was better left firmly nailed shut.
    after a splinching incident in july 1884, aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp.
    [Image: xndky8.jpg]
    set by bree
    #4
    It was good for both of them that Ben was not a legilimens, because he would have had nothing but sarcasm in response to Aldous' inner monologue. What did someone look like when they had recently been arrested? Was his older brother expecting a prison tattoo on his neck? Luckily for them, however, Ben had never been particularly interested in practical magic outside the sorts of offensive and defensive spells used in dueling (and, handily enough, cursebreaking), much less any sort of advanced magic. As it was, he was still wondering what it was that Aldous wanted. Fraternal concern had not even crossed his mind as a possibility. The best case scenario was that Aldous was checking up on him for no particular reason except to prevent him from getting into trouble upon arrival. The worst case scenario was that Aldous was here because Ben was already in trouble.

    Did his brother know he'd been writing to Ellory Pendergast? Hopefully not. He hadn't considered the possibility that anyone would have heard about that, and therefore had nothing to say in his defense. It was almost certainly not something Aldous would have understood or approved of.

    Whatever the case, he certainly wasn't going to bring anything up before Aldous had and end up incriminating himself. "Yeah," he said. Formulating a lame joke in response to his brother's rather lame greeting, he continued with a half-shrug, "Only lost two toes to frostbite, so all things considered I'm in pretty good shape."