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
Victory did not typically get himself a Christmas tree but he had impulsively decided to upon hearing about this event. He was still nursing his complimentary hot chocolate as he walked through the trees with his cane in the other hand. He figured he would transfigure it into an axe once he found his desired tree. Still, he was regretting things somewhat as his limp was becoming especially pronounced in the snow. He was not a happy camper especially as the trees he had seen so far were not to his preferences. His mood was worsened when the base of his cane hit an icy patch and he went hurtling to the ground, contents of his cup splashing across his legs. Only bright side was it had cooled enough that the heat from the hot chocolate did not hurt.
With two young children at home and at least a dozen more trudging through the shop every day during the winter break, Ned Flourish was very much in the market for a Christmas tree or two. Probably three; limited to that only because he hadn't found more than two locations in the bookstore where he could reasonably clear the space for one. He often sacrificed shelf space for various decorations in the store, but it was hard to justify around Christmas when so many people were shopping for gifts. And such varied purchases — unlike the back to school season, where at least half the purchases were textbooks.
He had dispatched the children with his mother, who was being a doting grandmother and letting them choose her tree for her without restriction. He intended to be slightly more discerning than the twelve-year-old, at least when it came to the two to display in the shop. He'd hardly gotten halfway down a row when the man in front of him slipped, causing Ned to rush forward with an expression of concern. He'd expected someone older, given the cane; he was a bit surprised by the man's (vaguely familiar?) appearance, but offered a hand all the same.
"Quite a tumble," he said with a grimace. "Any worse for wear?"
