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.
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Did You Know?
Did you know? Jewelry of jet was the haute jewelry of the Victorian era. — Fallin
In theory, any fifth year might count a third year an easy defeat. But who knew? This third year boy might be unusually precocious. Once Carmelina had detailed the rules of the duel, she cast a smile at the young lady. "Miss Lestrange, when you're ready!"
Frida was by no means a stellar duelist, but quickly convinced herself she ought to be able to defeat a third year. Her knowledge of the younger Mr. Urquart was limited to familial recognition and his reputation for arrogance, neither of which was especially intimidating given the nature of the competition. Most arrogance, in her opinion, was misplaced; only those who felt a need to prove something to the world needed to flaunt their strengths.
With the added bonus of being the first to fire, Frida held up her wand and cast a simple disarming charm.
Though he was hardly likely to admit it aloud, Elijah did not fancy his chances against a fifth year—even if she was a Hufflepuff, and a girl. In spite of this, the Slytherin did his best to radiate confidence as he faced the prefect, his usual smirk adorning his features.
The first round went much as expected, although Miss Lestrange's disarming charm was remarkably well-cast. "Miss Lestrange takes the first round," Carmelina declared, as the Slytherin's wand was returned to him. "Mr. Urquart, when you're ready."
This time, Miss Lestrange's spell was shot off-course by the odd-looking bats flying out of the poor girl's nostrils. Carmelina admired the spell for a moment before vanishing the bat-bogeys and declaring the round to Mr. Urquart. "It seems a third round will be in order," she added, gesturing for Miss Lestrange to continue.
Nose still scrunched from the soreness, Frida raised her wand and attempted to change the color of his robes to an ugly, burnt orange. She'd rather not be met with violence again—and she could not imagine a violent response to a color-changing charm.
Whilst Miss Lestrange's spell was not quite as practical for an offensive spell as a stunner, her execution was markedly better than Mr. Urquart's attempt this round, which failed to have the desired effect. As such - "Miss Lestrange takes the duel!"
