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
Though one might have thought Ben found judging the student duels tedious and not worth his time, he actually enjoyed these a great deal. It gave him time to go to his old stomping grounds as well as see the potential incomers to the department. He'd seen Prewett's daughter judging earlier rounds and knew she would be participating in this bracket; an event he knew Prewett would be here for if he could.
Once Ben read the rules, he looked to Mr. Hunter and Miss Pucey before giving Mr. Hunter a nod. “Mr. Hunter, you’ll start us off.” He said. “Whenever you’re ready.”
You have 72 hrs from now! That's Monday, February 3, 2025.
Benedict loved to duel and had been looking forward to today. He first bowed at Miss Prewett before bowing and touching an imaginary hat in the direction of Miss Pucey. "Best of luck".
He stood his right foot and right hand forward, his dogwood wand crackled in anticipation as he cast his first spell.
"Everte Statum" he called out as he tried to knock his yearmate backwards.
Polly knew she was not at all an expert when it came to dueling, but while the Slytherin could count pride among her vices, sometimes, one did things simply becuase they were fun, different from the day to day—and regardless of her chances, she did love winning. Why should she not enter every competition that she could?
A small, silly curtsey to Mr. Hunter was the last beat of frivoloty that the sixth year allowed herself before readying to cast.
If Miss Pucey hadn’t spoken, Ben wouldn’t have been sure she even cast a spell. Unencumbered by absolutely nothing, Mr. Hunter’s spell hit the Slytherin full force. Accustomed as he was to seeing women get hit by spells, Ben still winced as Mr. Hunter’s sent Miss Pucey flying through the air. Once she was set to rights, Ben announced the round gone to her opponent, then nodded to her. “When you’re ready, Miss Pucey.”And good luck…. It seemed like she’d need it…
You have 72 hrs from now; until Thurs, Feb. 6 2025.
Definitely not an expert at dueling, she thought as she dusted herself off, having returned to her feet after a rather ignoble effort in the first pass of the duel. She also was not particularly good at losing; in spite of herself the Slytherin pouted slightly as she returned to her mark.
It was now Polly's turn to 'attack'—she cast a rather juvenile, but hopefully effective, bat bogey hex at the Gryffindor prefect.
The gentleman in Benedict felt a bit guilty for tossing Miss Pucey across the room and he mouthed the word "sorry" to her. The Slytherin had a look about her that she did not appreciate him taking the point.
"Carpe Retractum" he called out confidently, trying to use the rope of golden magic to lasso the girl's wand right out of her hand.
Ben watched as Miss Pucey’s wand was taken from her faster than she could get out the full incantation. With a nod, he turned to Mr. Hunter to declare him the winner. “Good luck on your next round, Mr. Hunter.”
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