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
And then there were two. Ursula grimaced into her wine glass as she took a sip. Hopefully Elladora would be back, and sooner rather than later. In the meantime, it was just the two of them. That was fine, there was no need for them to interact, they'd probably only be alone for a few minutes at most anyway. She stared into the fireplace and tried to distract herself from the oppressive presence that was her husband. This was overall an unsuccessful endeavor. The silence only seemed to grow increasingly more suffocating as the minutes passed.
Finally, she broke. Today was tolerable. She really didn't feel like having any sort of conversation with Phineas, but she was sure if she'd let the silence stew any longer she would've screamed. She opened her mouth to make some vague comment about the children and presents and then decided she would sooner die than make such insipid smalltalk with her husband. How long are you staying for? She hadn't planned on sounding quite so blunt about it but she wasn't going to take it back either. Outfit | Tag: Phineas Black | Notes:
Tolerable until now. Trust Ursula to have so little self-control as to ruin the peace mere minutes in. His wine was yet untouched on the side table; he had taken up a book but had scarcely found his page again before she had begun whinging.
He raised an eyebrow at her, relieved only that there was no one else to hear the insolent way she had spoken to him. “Three days and you already cannot tolerate me?” Phineas drawled, because she had certainly made it sound as though she meant to be rid of him as soon as possible. “I might remind you that this is my house.” He frowned at her – for if anyone were aligned with a guest who had overstayed their welcome, it was not him. “But if you have plans you suppose I will impede by being here,” Phineas added, acidly, “pray don’t let that stop you.” What did she mean to do with herself? Embark on another sordid affair?
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Despite the fact that she'd been unintentionally harsh, she didn't see that it justified the level of snottiness that came back at her. It filled her with such immediate helpless fury that she easily weep angry tears if she wasn't careful. As such, she felt incredibly defensive and absolutely no inclination to be anything at all resembling diplomatic. Three days and I ought to know by now how many more days my guest- sorry, husband, intends to stay, she snapped back. It was no reflection on how tolerable your company is, although I can now confirm it is significantly less tolerable than it was before. Ursula took an ample sip of her wine and doubled down on willing her sister-in-law back into the room. She could leave, but then why should she? It might be 'his house' but she spent more time there. As far as she was concerned 'his house' was Hogwarts. Outfit | Tag: Phineas Black | Notes:
