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.
Two dances upon Antigone's ridiculous dancefloor and no small amount of time spent in company last evening, and yet still no offer of marriage from Mr. Macmillan. I believe I can read his intentions, believe him to be rather enamored of me, but the waiting—though loath to put it on paper, I must confess I am not getting any younger!
Dearest, might I prevail upon you to hold a dinner party? Myself and Liberty of course, and Mr. Macmillan, but also the eldest Mr. Macnair and perhaps Mr. Enoch Rosier—if Mr. Macmillan is not to be stirred into action, I may have to redistribute the eggs I have placed in his basket. And your own guests, naturally; how I envy you your freedom to host upon a whim!
I must admit the knowledge he hasn't yet is disappointing. My condolences for your struggles. I'd rather hoped I'd be extending my congratulations to you instead of condolences. Do let me know if you'd like to come over for tea today should that lift your spirits; I can have O'Malley set up something for us straight away.
On the matter of the dinner party, you know you may call upon me to help wherever I can. I shall talk to Mrs. Davis to start making preparations. Shall we say a week from today on the 8th?
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