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 1894. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
I heard about the lockdown in Irvingly. Are you ok? I read the Daily Prophet, and didn't see your name it, thank god, but I hope that means you're not planning on doing anything stupid while I'm gone. Stay safe?
I'm at my parents house, for the time being. Constable were serious when no one was allowed back in until the lockdown is lifted.
It’s a relief to hear from you. Cliff is welcome to sleep in my bed, if he needs it. I hope though that I can come home soon.
In the interim, if you need some comfort food, I have a stash of chocolate frogs in the closet. There’s a shoebox somewhere in there. The peppermint are the best, even if they’re a little old.
You really are too kind. He will not be imposing so much as to sleep in your bed; he can sleep on the floor. Or the couch, if I'm feeling charitable. But we appreciate it anyhow.
As for your frogs, I will replace them upon your return. Swear! some of them may have already hopped off--
It's ok! You don't have to replace them! I can just owl Quin and let him know I'm in need; that man is quick to send an owl with fresh frogs.
And yes. I'm staying with er... a colleague, for now. Mam wasn't feeling well, and he was gracious enough to let me stay until I find a more permanent place. Hopefully though, I'll see you soon. I haven't heard any rumblings of anything further happening.