Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1895. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
Complete a thread started and set every month for twelve consecutive months. Each thread must have at least ten posts, and at least three must be your own.
Did You Know?
Did you know? Jewelry of jet was the haute jewelry of the Victorian era. — Fallin
"I'll not go easy on you," he had reminded his daughter wryly in their mother tongue before reviewing the rules with both Petra and Mrs. Asteroid (he had heard many silly names since his arrival in Britain, but "Mars Asteroid" was surely among the most ridiculous!). It gave Nikolai a particular swelling of pride to see his daughter duel at a competitive level; Petra was no delicate flower who would wilt under pressure, even if it had been a duel that had taken the young witch's eye.
With a last smile at his daughter, he directed her to begin.
With her terrible dueling luck the last thing she wanted or needed was to have her father moderating her duel. It wasn't the first time but knowing he was right there watching and very literally judging, made her twice as nervous as she might otherwise have been. It might not have mattered so much if she didn't have a history of bottling it.
Her insides clenched uncomfortably as she readied her first spell in her mind. The odds of her winning the whole tournament were so small that it wasn't even occurring to her as a possibility but she did want to at least win one round. "Stupefy!" It was a spell she'd managed to perform non-verbally but feeling as anxious as she did she thought her chances were better if she actually spoke the incantation. If she was going out this round she didn't want any mistakes or regrets weighing on her mind.
Mars wasn't all that nervous about dueling. It was just a fight with magic, instead of physically fighting. The spell that was sent her way was a basic one, and she was completely confident in her ability to sidestep it and throw the same spell back at her opponent.
Mrs. Asteroid's overconfidence seemed not to pay off, as she was hit squarely by Petra's stunning spell. Good, the Russian thought. It would have been rather embarassing—for him!—if his daughter's spell had missed the mark.
"First point, Sleptova," Nik announced. "Mrs. Asteroid, cast when ready."
SLEPTOVA 6 | ASTEROID 4 You have 72 hours to post. Mars Asteroid
Nikolai beamed at his daughter as he declared her the winner, Mrs. Astroid’s spell having missed the mark entirely and hit one of the other judges instead.
