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.
Complete a thread started and set every month for twelve consecutive months. Each thread must have at least ten posts, and at least three must be your own.
Did You Know?
Did you know? Jewelry of jet was the haute jewelry of the Victorian era. — Fallin
I hope this letter finds you well and healing quickly from our match. I must tell you that it was a pleasure to fly with you, especially when it came down to us to score all twelve goals. Can you believe that we did all the work when the supposed professional chaser was present? I must admit, it feel a sense of confidence knowing we can match a professional, but I confess I was frustrated by their lack of effort. To think, one of the strongest games of our careers and we outflew professionals. In your case, you even put one through a hoop.
My family was very impressed with your flying; my father was quite complimentary, but I reminded him that come September first, you are to be considered the enemy. Granted, I have never been so good at that cutthroat distinctions. Perhaps I should just say that, come September, you my father can like you, but less than he favors me. We will see if I am successful in convincing him.
I truly hope you are healing, your injury was a frightening one.
I am healing well enough. I've fractured enough ribs on the quidditch pitch that I feel I've grown immune to the chest pain, but I admit the punctured lung is a unique discomfort. The healers have ensured me that I should be well enough to play for the first game of the school year, but that I must rest in order to do so. I told them I would try, but in my eyes nothing is more boring than being bedridden.
I'm glad that it's not only I who enjoyed our short time on the pitch together! I'm so used to playing alongside my sister and against the Hufflepuff team, so playing against her and alongside you was an experience I will not quickly forget. It was certainly one of the highlights of my Hogwarts career. Tell your father that I appreciate the support and will make his daughter work to have a chance to defeat Gryffindor this fall.
I will see you at Hogwarts. I hope you find a seeker who can only dream to match Miss Bixby in skill; our matches would be dreadfully boring otherwise.
I admit you are far more brave than I, but the Sorting Hat seemed aware of that from the beginning. I have cracked ribs when learning to ride, but I was in no hurry to rush back to the saddle in the aftermath. I commend you (and question your sanity).
I admit, I was thrilled to have the Moroccans join us as I so miss speaking their languages, but my Arabic must be horribly off as, despite all my scheming, you survived the match. And here I was, assuming I could dispose of two rival house captains in one game. Woe to me!
(I assume you know I jest, it terrified me to see you out of the match that way!)
I look forward to Hufflepuff - what is the phrase in English?- taking the egg this year. I will remind my father to send his condolences at the end of term.
I look forward to haunting the halls with you and, I admit, it will be difficult to find a match for Miss Bixby, but I do appreciate a challenge.