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.
Please, allow me to extend my belated heartfelt excitement towards yours and Mr. Darrow's courtship. He's a rare soul, as are you, and I wish you both the best.
I also want to apologize for any confusion my flushed cheeks might've caused. Please, believe me when I say I care for Mr. Darrow as a dear friend, a brother even. I don't know the exact specifics of what the magic cookies entailed, but nothing of significance ever happened between he and I. Nor do I wish it to. He's certainly handsome and —*
If you're ever free for a drink I'd love to catch up more about where the last year has taken us.
Jo
Although her handwriting contains much of the same characteristics, it is now a much sloppier version. Some letters have random lines going through them as though the quill suddenly shifted mid-stroke.
I appreciate your excitement. The biscuits were allegedly meant to indicate attraction via the pink cheeks; I'm not sure exactly what potion was used.
I'm mostly unavailable for drinks -- my family has taken a stricter approach to chaperoning recently. I can ask Dorian, he's a little bit more fun than the rest of them? When works for you?
I'll not deny that I think he's handsome. But, so are a great many other men and women that I never even engage with. Really, if something were to happen between he and I it would've happened ages ago when neither of us were attached to someone else. And it didn't. You have nothing to fear from me. (I'll even help arrange an unchaperoned visit if I can be of assistance there.)
Perhaps it's best to wait, then. Dorian may be fun, but he'll still likely frown upon any tales I have to tell.
We met on the docks last winter, shortly after I returned home from Venezuela, actually. He helped me track down my missing trunks and we met up for drinks a few times. When the whole curse business was happening we sat in the quiet for awhile. I wrote to him for advice in December when I was cursed myself. It was the first time we'd spoken since early summer.
Are those enough details for you? Or shall I continue invading his and my privacy to reassure you that there's nothing to uncover?