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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    01.11 I've got a bit of a reputation...
    01.06 AC underway, and a puzzle to solve!
    01.01 Happy new year! Have some announcements of varying importance.
    12.31 Enter the Winter Labyrinth if you dare!
    12.23 Professional Quidditch things...
    12.21 New stamp!
    12.20 Concerning immortality
    12.16 A heads up that the Secret Swap deadline is fast approaching!
    12.14 Introducing our new Minister of Magic!
    12.13 On the first day of Charming, Kayte gave to me...
    12.11 Some quick reminders!
    12.08 Another peek at what's to come...
    12.05 It's election day! OOC, at least.
    12.04 We have our PW winners for November!
    12.02 New Skins! In less exciting news, the AC is underway.
    11.27 AC Saturday and election next week!
    11.21 A glimpse at post-move changes.
    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    In Passing
    Theseus hadn't been focused on his work given the recent events of his wife's familial drama and his own reservations about the proposed trip to India. India, of all places. What was Valeria thinking? It was exotic, sure, and definitely out of the way, but what did it offer them other than an excuse to get away from everything? It's not as if they would have had a decent time together, for Merlin knew the bond they shared was consistently held together by a thin string. One wrong move on either end and it was more than likely to fall apart.

    This day in particular saw the obliviator pacing the main hall in quiet contempt of everything surrounding him. He wasn't the best at expressing himself and tended to brush whatever he had been feeling to the depths of his mind where they would fester and linger, until moments like these when everything suddenly came to the forefront. He had no one to talk to, no one who would listen without a judgmental ear, nor the ability to find the words to even convey his thoughts in a proper manner. There was nothing Theseus figured could be done, so he continued his constant pace.

    Upon sighting an old housemate, he reduced his motions to a slight canter until finally regaining his composure enough to engage socially. "Ah, Mr. Podmore, what brings you to these parts?" Theseus managed to say. He decided small talk would at least distract him for the moment, though wasn't at all what he wanted to waste his time doing.
    @Emmeline Woodcroft/@Clinton Podmore
    Backdating to around a month prior.
    Last year of undergrad + internship + lack of muse = a very inactive Nolan. If you need anything, please send me a PM on this account or Skype me!
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    Clint quirked a brow at the pacing man before him, raising it even higher when he realized just who it was and that Theseus Greengrass decided to approach him after seeing him walking in the same direction. He couldn't actually recall the last time the two had had a true conversation so it was a bit odd for the sudden friendliness, not that Clint was about to be rude by any means.

    "Just heading back to the office," he said with a slight shrug, watching the man before him almost carefully, "Another false alarm in Irvingly. Ever since the blasted tigers, anything that moves seems to trigger the fear of someone and we spend, no waste, more time in the damned town tracking down nothing." It was clear he wasn't all that keen on the frequent calls to Irvingly. Trying to shake the scowl from his face, he asked, "And yourself? Looks as though you're about to wear a path in the floor there."
    Nolan Set #Infinity
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