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.
They landed hard on the docks; Kieran screamed at the landing, but had mostly lost the breath in his lungs. Still having a little bit of his competency intact, he rolled off the dock and into the water — where the fire hopefully wouldn't get them.
There was no time to catch the breath that had been stolen from her in the fall. Fallon didn't even process Kieran's scream as she dove into the water, her wand already moving to create an air bubble for them both. The water was filthy and would likely see them sick by the end of this, but surely anything was better than burning to a crisp.
This way she gestured through the water before silently charming their legs into temporary fins.
Kieran flailed, hating the feeling of charmed fins — and of the polluted water which surrounded them. He had an impulse to swear at his sister, but that wouldn't help them in the slightest. He followed her through the water.
After what felt like hours of swimming, Fallon eventually felt the push of the boundary on her skin and guided them up towards the surface. The library was just ahead of them, and with the library came the safety of the triage and other prepared fighters. "Don't be such a bloody idiot next time." Fallon swore at her brother once they were on the docks.
Kieran did swear at his sister this time. "Fuck off," he said. Out of breath, he rested his hands on his thighs. "I'll stop being an idiot when you do." He waved one hand at her, dismissive. He was still convinced he would have been fine without her.
She unraveled her bun and began squeezing the water out of her hair. "You'll be able to floo and apparate now that we're out of the boundary." She told him, ignoring his temper altogether. "I don't know how far it extends, you can stay with Jess and I tonight if you need." She wouldn't be able to leave for hours yet, Jesse either. But at least Kieran would have somewhere safe to go.
He would have to recover the rest of his breath before he tried apparating anywhere. "Do you know if Whitehall's in the boundary?" he asked. He wanted to go home, where he could regroup — or at least put on clothes that had never been in the Thames — and try to find Jude. But he didn't have any real problems with Bartonburg, either.
As far as she knew it wasn't, but - "I don't know." Fallon wanted Kieran far from London and the possible lingering danger. They'd already lost one brother, she couldn't stand to lose her only older brother. "Someone at the library will know - Jude maybe even."