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
Ford had just reflected that he wished the conversation was over, but when Ty suggested they part ways it sparked a sudden panic. Ford wanted the issue put to bed, not to leave Tycho alone to stew with it unresolved. If Ty was still upset and he thought Ford didn't care, that was a recipe for disaster. What assurances did Ford have that he would eventually make peace with events and forgive him? What if he came back after thinking about it a week or two and decided it was time to move on?
"Wait, Ty," he said, taking Tycho's hand in his with sudden desperation. "Don't go. I didn't mean — of course I care how you feel. I love you. I'm — very in love with you and I'm not going to let you leave me over something so — stupid. It's stupid, right? I've talked to her maybe five or six times ever. So it's nothing to do with her, and I know you're upset but just — tell me what you want," he declared. By this point he had moved a few steps ahead of Tycho and turned towards him so that he could meet his eyes, and he held them now. "Tell me what I should do to make you feel better, and I'll do it."
Tycho looked back at Ford as the other took his hand. He couldn't help a smile when Ford said that he loved him. Not just loved him but professed himself to be very in love with him. "I wouldn't. Not when I am fairly sure it isn't entirely your fault," he assured with a slightly resigned sigh, now personally pretty sure some sort of magic shenanigans had gone on at that part.
He followed Fords movements as the other man moved a few steps ahead of him and turned towards him. "Some of the things I have in mind probably should not be declared here," he said with a bit of a salacious grin, feeling a little more like his own self. "I simply worried that perhaps... well. I feel a little silly about it all now."
Hearing that Tycho wasn't on the verge of leaving him was a relief. Ford himself wasn't sure how much "fault" he ought to assume in this situation, because he still didn't really know what had happened, but he was more than willing to take any good graces Tycho was wiling to extend to him in this department. He grinned as Ty finally seemed to default back to their typical banter. "I have to be home for dinner, but I could come by yours after everyone else goes to sleep," he offered. Noble stayed up late, so this would have Ford running on basically no sleep at all by tomorrow morning, but if that was what he needed to get Tycho past this particular mental block it was worth it. "Or," he began with a crooked smile, "If you walk down to the edge of the woods with me, we could make a snow angel."
Hopefully the implication behind the singular snow angel was clear.
"I'd like that," Tycho said, always glad for any time he got to spend with Ford. Granted it wasn't like he had anything pressing to go to in the morning like Ford did. Sometimes he wished it was viable for them to just share a place but Ford couldn't do so as head of his household.
He couldn't help but grin as he got Fords meaning. "How daring of you," he teased, obviously not at all against that idea.
Daring indeed, particularly given how cautious Ford had been about everything between the two of them for the past month. The risk wasn't past, so he ought not to be throwing caution to the wind just yet... but the threat of Tycho leaving while still angry with him was still fresh in his mind. Balancing the two risks, doing something at the edge of the woods seemed far easier to mitigate. No one would see them, and they wouldn't be long anyway — the cold would serve as a limitation on how long they could linger.
"I'll chance it," he replied with a mischievous grin. "Let's go."
