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.
Two young Gryffindors. Great. Something was going to explode.
Phineas read the rules, though wasn't sure why, Gryffindors always broke them anyway, and said, "Miss Bell to begin," Without any further fanfare.
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Camille remembered Miss Bell from the time that she found out that the so called 'cat' of hers was actually a rabbit! The blonde could not help but be nervous at being paired with an opponent of such strong magic at their age. Still, she hid this and smiled kindly. Hopefully a friendship would spark from their encounters. This duel was all in good sport anyway. And Camille had not said a word about the true nature of Miss Bell's cat, so that might put some points of friendship her way. She tried to dodge the spell coming at her while casting the Avifors charm at Miss Bell. What would it be like to be turned into a bird?
Nothing exploded. Color him shocked. Phineas' only acknowledgment was a little quirk of one eyebrow.
While Miss Bell was quick, Miss Scrimgeour was quicker. "The round to Miss Scrimgeour, please begin the next."
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Was Headmaster Black always this judgy? She had heard that he was. Oh, why couldn't she have gotten one of the nice teachers? Her thoughts ran a mile a minute, and she refused to let them show on her face. At that, she tried to channel what she liked to call her 'inner Holly'. A focused look in her eyes to which lacked emotion. To be honest, it was a bit unsettling when she saw Holly make such a face. Perhaps it would throw her opponent off. Hopefully this spell would be even quicker. "Tarantallegra!" It might be funny to watch Miss Bell dance uncontrollably.
