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
He'd been dosed with something. Cash could tell, because he had a jittery urge to do something in his veins, and lately when he drank he just wanted to wander the streets of London. Now he wanted to do something. He wanted to talk to Ford about the child — (bad idea because Ford would say I told you so; he wanted to find Angie and drink a bottle of bourbon (bad idea — he could no longer take that much bourbon); he wanted to go home to Adrienne and tell her the truth.
He was outside, watching Vesuvius, sipping on his wine because while he could not trust it, he also could not find the will to stop drinking it. If he was going to resist everything else he wanted to do, he was going to have to keep drinking.
He had been observing her for some time. Cash grabbed Antigone's arm as she walked by him and tugged her into his alcove outside of her home. "What did you do," he hissed at her, tone more flat than it was a question.
Twinkle twinkle you can't hide
I'm the devil in disguise
It had been a while since Tig had thrown a proper party and she really was very pleased with this one. The fun had been a little slow to start (it took time for people to find her little traps) but now that it was in full swing she was practically gloating her way around the place. The effects of the chocolate lava in particular were becoming more apparent in her guests' behavior by the minute. She wasn't sure where her elusive husband had gotten to but for the most part she supposed she didn't really care, he could do what he wanted. She was curious to know what Tiberius made of her party though.
Tig was heading outside to snoop around the maze now that people were getting more fun, when she was abruptly yanked away. Shocked by the suddenness of it, her mind quickly tried to make sense of it and decided as she registered the little nook that it must surely be Tiberius. There you are, Tiberi- As she finally came face to face with Tiberius, she found to her horror that the man she had just fixed with a sultry look was not in fact, Tiberius. She recoiled from his as far as the alcove would allow.
Her brow furrowed into a scowl. What-? What did I do- What?! she spluttered, growing increasingly irritable as her brain fully caught up to events. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Ugh, that expression? She had to be drunk, if she was mixing him up with Tiberius — Cash was four inches shorter than his cousin. (And had she expected to fuck in an alcove tonight? Cash knew a seductive look when he saw one, and wrinkled his nose in mild disgust at Antigone. (Not the first time he'd made that face at her, although it was the first time he had done so for this reason.)
Cash reached out to grab her arm again, and shook it. "What did you do," he hissed at her again.
Twinkle twinkle you can't hide
I'm the devil in disguise
Between the look of disgust he'd shot her, her own embarrassment, and his audacity at mandhandling her once again, she couldn't stop her temper from flaring up even if he was weirdly one of the more tolerable family members. I can tell you what I'm going to do if you don't stop grabbing me! she snarled, snatching her arm back as she did. Try it again, I dare you. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Cash sneered, but didn't grab her again — he had not ruled it out, but she wasn't going to answer him if they kept fighting. "What did you do, you hellcat," he hissed at her.
Twinkle twinkle you can't hide
I'm the devil in disguise
He didn't reach for again but repeated his question for the third time. He presumably was trying to insult her with the word 'hellcat' but she found she quite liked it. Her temper started to ease a little. I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Twinkle twinkle you can't hide
I'm the devil in disguise
There you go, that wasn't so hard now, was it? She flashed him a condescending smile. But to answer your question... She spoke as if she was musing the thought over until she finally reached the conclusion, No, no I wouldn't say that I've drugged anyone this evening. She might've tampered with the chocolate but no one was being forced to consume it. It was their own fault if they ate things without knowing what it was they were putting in their mouths, she'd never claimed it was pure, unadulterated chocolate. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Cash stepped closer to her, shrinking the already-small gap between them. "Tell me what you did," he murmured to her, moderating his tone because he could not stop himself from approaching her.
Twinkle twinkle you can't hide
I'm the devil in disguise
What do you think I did? Her tone was mainly teasing but there was a thin thread of defensiveness running through it. She didn't appreciate him encroaching further into her space, she felt cornered and she hated it. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
He was close enough that he could have kissed her, had he wanted to. "Something to make us lose control," Cash muttered, meeting her eyes, "Not a love potion, though."
Twinkle twinkle you can't hide
I'm the devil in disguise
He was a canny one, wasn't he? Well done, now why are you wasting my precious time with this unnecessary... discussion when you already know the answer? It wasn't a logical argument, she was of course just trying to make him feel stupid. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Cash looked at her, his expression disdainful. "Risky," he said, after a beat. And because he was feeling petty about this, and if he was not going to find a boy to kiss he may as well indulge his impulses another way — "It'll remind people that you needed finishing."
