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
Byron had been sent off to the Harvest Festival to get some shots for a brief filler piece. It was not even guaranteed to be published. At least if the gripes of the gossip reporter assigned to the article was anything to go by. They had decided they need not stick to one another for this so Byron had wandered off. There were several activities going on so Byron made sure to get a good shot of each. He was thankful for the enchanted camera bag he had that accommodated his bulky magical camera and equipment as well as making them lightweight.
Once he had gotten some shots at the petting zoo, he tucked his things away into the bag and wondered what to do next. He felt something bump against his leg and saw one of the sheep had come to him for pets. He poked its coat (fur? wool? He wasn't sure which it was actually called, he was nof farmer) and found that it was not fluffy like he had expected but rather a bit coarser. "Hello and what's your name?" He asked of it as he gave it more of a pet.
Ara didn't get out very much, and she rarely realized it until she actually made the effort and found she enjoyed herself. Case in point, she was currently enjoying herself quite a bit at the harvest festival, and had already taken part in much of the festivities by the time she got around to the petting zoo. She'd just barely escaped a young goat who had tried to turn her dress sleeve into its dinner when she pet it, and had instead wandered over to the sheep when she came across a fellow petting zoo visitor, talking to one of the residents. "Do farm animals get names?" she wondered aloud. She had no experience with farming, to be fair.
Byron had not noticed the young woman or he would have wandered off elsewhere. Was she talking to him? Byron had to assume so. "I wouldn't know," Byron said. He didn't own a farm. "But if I had a farm, I would name them."
"If you had a farm, that would probably be a lot of animals to keep track of," Ara mused. Not that she would know. Being here now was as far as her experience with farms went. "You'd need a good memory to remember them all."
"Then I suppose I would keep a roster or something. Though not all farms have a lot of animals." Besides, what was it to ,her what he did with his hypothetical farm? He went back to petting the sheeps coat. "It's amusing to me how coarse wool actually is when it is so fluffy in clothing."
