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.
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
Did You Know?
Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
It was embarrassing to lose the potion competition on the first try, especially when she was a healer. Sure, some people had lost in the first round and were professional potioneers, but still — people trusted Enid to brew potions that could save their lives. Her cheeks were pink after her dismissal, and did not fade as she remembered the worst part. Nigel was here.
Enid did not beeline to him, but did wander that way once she had her coat on. People would not think it was odd, she was sure — they lived in the same very small town, after all. Still, she was very conscious of leaving a more-than-adequate amount of space between them. "I swear I'm normally much better," she jested, because even though they were both here she could not say exactly what she wanted to. It had to seem like Nigel being here had nothing to do with her.
Nigel had been warmed by the invitation to come watch Enid in the potions competition. It wasn't something he would have normally gone for, though he supposed he should have, given it was Harry's profession after all and he should come support his friends.
Unfortunately, Enid had lost in the first round, and though he thought she had performed admirably, he wasn't the best judge of these things, obviously. It was no matter though, just a competition. He'd been milling about after the round, still waiting to see how anybody else he knew had done. He wanted to talk to Enid, but wasn't it would be sure until later.
"You are capable when it counts, I'm sure." He assured her as she approached, trying to reign in the smile to one of sympathy rather than anything. "I wouldn't have even signed up, so you got further than I would have." Potions had never been his thing.
Capable when it counts seemed a lot like incapable, even though Enid knew that wasn't at all what Nigel was trying to tell her. She bit her lip, and then tried to hide the expression without smiling at him. It was very important that Enid remember that they were not in their private space at the observatory.
"Your friend's very good," Enid said to change the subject at least slightly off of her. "Mr. Berkwood?"
There would be other competitions, if she really wanted to do better next time. Nigel had faith that she was quite adept at potions, when it mattered. "He's been at it a long time." Nigel said of Harry, who did seem to be doing well. "His workshop looks like a mad scientist's laboratory. I take him ingredients from the dragons sometimes, if there are spare things he can use." Otherwise they would be incredibly expensive and often the ingredients weren't perfect, but still useable. "He's been working with the creature healer on the reservation, come to think of it. I ran into him just outside the Scale this summer once or twice." Business was good, which Nigel was pleased to hear. For all his eccentricities, Harry was good at what he did.
Enid laughed at the comparison to a mad scientist's laboratory — sometimes she thought that all potioneers were a bit like that."He sounds like a very interesting person," she said lightly. Anyone who was willing to come to the Glen for research was an interesting person; it was a strange place.
Without thinking, she added, "I'd like to meet him sometime."
A warm sort of sensation spread through him. Having grown up in the same place, he knew most of Enid's family and some of her friends (though he was convinced Miss Conway did not like him very much?), but he was encouraged by the thought of her getting to know his few friends. "I'm sure that can be arranged." Nigel nodded with a smile. "He's sort of hard to pin down, but I'll figure it out." Maybe on one of Harry's trips to the Glen, Nigel could swindle him into another drink.
"Will you stay for the rest of the rounds?" He asked, wondering if maybe they could slink away to the conservatory instead.
A flush spread on Enid's face; even though they knew a lot of each other's people, they were in a secret relationship. But Nigel did want her to meet Mr. Berkwood, and she couldn't help but smile up at him. They obviously couldn't tell him, but it would still be nice to meet a potioneer!
"Oh, I was thinking I'd head home to the Glen," Enid said, not particularly inclined to watch others succeed where she had failed. "And yourself?"
Enid seemed pleased by the thought of it, so Nigel determined he would make it happen. She and Harry would have far more professional overlap than he did with either of them really, so he figured they would get along. "I think I might stay for a little while to see how Harry does, but will probably be back in a little while myself." He certainly didn't need to stay for the whole thing, but they could leave at the same time either. This would be far less suspicious in the long run. Not that Nigel thought anyone ever paid any attention to him anyway. "An hour at most." He mused aloud, trying to maintain some level of nonchalance.
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