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.
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
Did You Know?
Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
"Oh," Ford said with a slight frown. "Turns, I suppose." Left to his own devices he would have taken the plunge together, but Tycho had already pointed out the benefits of trying it one at a time first and Ford had no particular reason to argue with that logic. Part of him thought that if he was going to take a stupid risk he might as well just go all-in on it, really throwing caution to the wind... but he could not be more reckless than Tycho; their roles were far too ingrained by now, Ford the more pragmatic and Ty the more whimsical, for them to swap now.
"Can I do it first?" he asked hopefully — if something did go wrong he didn't especially want to be the one stuck trying to fix it.
"Of course," Tycho said, going over to one of his bedroom cabinets and taking out the vials. He handed one to Ford and lazily plopped back down on the bed. "Better arrange yourself in a comfortable position so that your body doesn't get bruised if it just drops once you are all ghost-like."
Ford felt a thrill of nerves when Ty handed him the vial. He didn't do things like this, and while he trusted Tycho implicitly there was still an underlying kick of adrenaline attached to doing something dangerous.
"If it works too well, you'll let me move in here with Williams, won't you?" he joked as he stretched out on the bed. He glanced at Ty and felt another flutter of nerves. "Love you," he said, leaning over to kiss Tycho briefly on the lips before he uncorked the vial. One for the road, he thought, wild and reckless, and then knocked it back.
The potion worked quickly. Ford felt heavy in his own body, and instinctively tried to shake off the sensation that had settled on his limbs... and ended up shaking himself straight out of his limbs instead.
"Woah," he said as his spirit separated from the body he'd left behind on the bed. "That's me. This is so strange," he said, resisting an urge to poke his own shoulder. "But so neat."
"Better yet, I'll give ol' Williams the boot," he teased in return. As it was, the ghost was barely here these days anyway, instead choosing to explore and judge the haunts of other ghosts.
"I love you, too," he said in response and smiling as the other man took the potion. He lovingly made Fords body more comfortable before turning to peer at the others spectral form. "You make quite the fetching ghost," Tycho said, a little disturbed but still mostly intrigued.
Ford giggled at Ty's compliment. He felt giddy and wasn't sure whether it was an affect of the potion itself or just the rush of doing something so entirely out of character with the rest of his life.
"D'you suppose it's easy to fly?" he asked, glancing around the room as though sizing up the empty space in it (he had not yet internalized the concept that walls meant nothing to him at the moment). "Or do you think if I tried I'd end up accidentally stuck at the ceiling?"
"It should be, give it a try. If my sources are correct you will sail right through it," Tycho said when Ford asked if he thought he would end up stuck in the ceiling. It was fun for him to watch Ford having some fun. His lover allowed himself the luxury so rarely.
"Oh, that's not better," Ford pointed out, though he was already laughing softly again. "If I go straight through the ceiling then how will I get down?" He wasn't sure going up and going down were remarkably different skills, but it wouldn't be much fun to end up stuck twenty feet above Tycho's roof, staring at the stars by himself. Stuck in the sky staring at the stars with Tycho would have been a different matter, but Ty still had a body.
"Maybe we should have done it together," he said, reaching for Tycho's hand without thinking about it — the noncorporeal aspect of this was going to take a long time to sink in. "Then you could come with me if I flew too high. Oh, I suppose you could," he realized, drawing his hand back just before he'd reached Ty and putting it to his chin as the realization hit him. With a mischievous smile usually reserved for making fun of Muggles for the things they got wrong about ghosts, Ford asked, "Tycho, would you like to go flying with me?"
Sometimes Tycho thought he fell even more in love with each peal of Fords laugh. Though he would have thought falling even more to be impossible when he loved Ford so deeply and intensely already. "I agree," Ty said when Ford mentioned they should have done it together.
He caught on to what Ford was saying rather quickly. "I would love to go flying with you," Tycho said, heading over to his window to open it up so that he could fly out of it easier.
