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Welcome to Charming, the year is now 1892. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.

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Her heart hitched for a moment as her hand hovered in the air, wondering if she had seriously miscalculated. But then she felt the heat of his hand through her glove, the pressure of his own grip and ...
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It was as if her words had set him into motion, he started toward her, quickly closing the space - until he abruptly stopped. Malou's body involuntarily had stepped forward slightly, now it leaned, wi...
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Either she had done something wrong or Mr. Prewett regretted his actions, Malou determined as he started to pace in the middle of the parlor. Unsure if she could remain standing on her own too legs, M...
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"You would think." Malou agreed sinking into her chair as Mabel's treats spread across the table. "Thank you." She nodded at the biscuits and scones, leaning down to a drawer in her desk. "I made ...
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Without his hand on her face, Malou's skin felt the cool rush of air - which was entirely unwelcome. She could hear a few people talking on the other side of the tree as Mr. Prewett began rapping on t...
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He was closer now, his hand wrapping around her, an embrace and a kiss. His heart pounded against her palm while her's fluttered against the back of her hand, pressed against them. But his lips.... th...
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This time there was no need for him to step forward, for her to wonder what would happen, to dream of things that likely weren't. Instead his hands were warm and gentle, caressing her cheek and pullin...
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Forgive him? Malou's eyes widened slightly in confusion, but she'd never know what exactly he was sorry for, because the peace of the small spot in the ballroom they had claimed as their own was gone....
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If the first time in years, Malou hardly heard the music. All she seemed to notice was her breathe and his gaze upon her again. Her head tilted slightly up to meet his gaze as he stepped forward. It w...
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His face grew gentle, inclining toward her ever so slightly as he met her gaze. Malou's breathe caught as she noticed his hand reaching for her face, the gentle warmth and brush of her fingers against...
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Malou's countenance melted at the sight of Mabel, replaced instead with a smile. "Definitely." Malou agreed, her quiet voice seeming almost loud in the ward this time of night. "Is it just me or was i...
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Her gaze met his blue eyes, watching as the light of the candles on the tree reflected off them. "Yes." Malou admitted, surprised that she felt so exposed by the answer. As if he might be able to see ...
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[premise]Very early December 25, 1891 - St. Mungo's Charms Ward, London[/premise] The ward was quiet, the few over night patients asleep, and the remaining staff in quiet lull of a night shift. Chr...
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"Thank you." Malou murmured, keeping her gaze on the crowd as they wove through. It had been years since Malou had been asked if she were looking forward to the holidays. It wasn't a question easi...
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His hands were warm through her dress as he guided her, the music swelling around them, each step almost felt like flying as she dipped and spun. She was on her toes as he guided her up into the air, ...
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Mr. Prewett was a wonderful dance partner, leading her through the steps with ease. She followed him, her movements graceful as she followed his lead, spinning, and stepping with the beat of the music...
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Their eyes met and, while Malou felt a blush warm her cheeks again, his grin forgave her all her faults. The lapse of attention and the desire to dance. So often men passed her over for a dance at suc...
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"I can't say I know. I am an only child." Malou admitted. Although while Malou herself was a stranger to sibling fights she had seen plenty of sisters, and even siblings, fight during her time at Hogw...
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It was a joy to watch the amusement of Mr. Prewett's face as he listened, the quirk of his lips and the bright light to his eyes as he watched her. Then there was the warmth of his laugh that Malou re...
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For a moment Mr. Prewett seemed about to speak but then he sighed instead, looked briefly above, then said nothing of the polite chatter Malou had heard all evening. And for that Malou was grateful. P...
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Half of Malou's attention remained on Mr. Prewett, the other half on the girl. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the movement of Mr. Prewett, but in front of her the girl was excusing herself and m...
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As a child Malou had loved Christmas time, the feeling of being wrapped in the warm love of her family, the ritual comfort of church services, the excited magic of being a child. It was different now ...
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Oh. Malou blinked, Fallon was quite right, and that was the part of the story that Malou remembered even more clearly. "We went to look for supplies." Malou's soft voice seemed to drift as she remembe...
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There were some things that were hard to miss after living so long with the same person, especially if that person was your best friend. The one who you had watched learn to school their features, lea...
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