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? Jewelry of jet was the haute jewelry of the Victorian era. — Fallin
He had spooked her into a protest. Inwardly he found this terribly amusing; he was almost cheering her on while she chewed her lip. Of course, just because she had worked up the courage to be bold didn't mean he was going to go easy on her. "So you do," he agreed, cheerfully enough. "Shall we take them both?"
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The bottom of Nova's stomach dropped out with the full force of an out of control horse-drawn carriage thundering down a narrow, winding mountain path. That hadn't been what she'd been angling for at all! This was terrible. This was unbearable. She couldn't imagine how she could possibly endure two whole dances with him, one of which was a waltz! There was also no question of her refusing him outright, the very thought made her feel almost lightheaded. I would not like to impose, sir, I hope you did not mistake my observation as an implication that it was not... She trailed off, knowing it was hopeless, but maybe just maybe he would take pity on her. Outfit | Tag: Don Juan Dempsey | Notes:
"Oh? What implication would that be?" he asked, with such affected innocence that he was nearly tempted to bat his eyelashes at her. He was tempted to take both of the dances, because even as agitated as she was he didn't think she would wrestle up the courage to stop him. The trouble with that was that he almost certainly wouldn't remember to come back for both of them — he might not even remember to find her for one of them, honestly. Standing a girl up for a dance was hardly the worst thing he could be accused of, but standing a girl up for two dances in the same night was egregious enough that even Porphyria, who did not care a whit for society's rules, might take notice of how rude he had been. He was having fun playing around with Miss Malfoy, but he didn't care enough about the game to end up on the receiving end of... whatever Porphyria would do when she was agitated. Not lecture. Drop a spider down the back of his pajamas while he slept? Put an unflattering caricature of him into one of her poems?
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Surely it was obvious? Wasn't it obvious? She strongly suspected he was still messing with her, but even if he was, what else could she do but to elaborate? She couldn't accuse him of playing dumb! Well, sir, she took a moment to steady herself in her ongoing torment, I fear I may have accidentally implied that I would not- That I would not be content with merely one dance and I should like to assure you that that was the furthest possible thought from my mind. She managed to deliver this all with surprising smoothness, although she spent the entire time staring at his right shoulder and not his face. Then she realized the new implication in what she'd just said. Which is not to suggest that I feel any particular repulsion towards you, Mr. Dempsey, it would be the same with any other gentleman, she added hastily. Too hastily really, her husband counted as one such gentleman and unless he happened to be in a different room right now then that was another faux pas all its own and even if he was in another room it wouldn't seem likely that she'd observed as much prior to making such a bold statement. Outfit | Tag: Don Juan Dempsey | Notes:
Don Juan watched attentively as she explained it all, still playing up the idea that he didn't understand and was hanging on her every word. He managed this up until she finished and it was his turn to respond, at which point he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. He smiled, then chuckled, then finally burst into laughter.
"How delighted I am to hear you feel no particular repulsion to me, Miss November," he said as his laughter subsided. He dropped her dance card. "Is Porphyria having you to dinner any time soon? I'll be sure to be home."
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
In contrast to all of her blushing, she now blanched at gazed at him as though he had utterly baffled her. Which he had. She opened her mouth once, twice, thrice and closed it as many times before she found a response. I- I could not say, sir. She very much hoped that by the next time she visited Porphyria, her brother would have forgotten his interest. The very notion of having to battle her way through another interaction with him whilst Porphyria watched her make a fool of herself was more than she could bear to imagine.
Something belatedly twigged in the back of her head that she realized was both important and might save her. I should mention, sir, it is Mrs. Malfoy, not Miss. She could not have corrected him in a more apologetic manner if she'd tried. Outfit | Tag: Don Juan Dempsey | Notes:
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