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.
Noted. I know of a few places in London that are letting if you're both not a fan of the options in Bartonburg.
But I've grown so fond of your owl. He's very polite, knocks only once and takes the treat gently. I might have given him more treats than I ought to have. He deserves it with our constant back and forth. And yes, I'm going out of my mind with boredom. I was not meant to be couped up this long.
I will eat literally anything you put in front of me, ask Malou if you don't believe me. I'm just grateful to be fed. The report is attached, let me know how I did?
London wasn't on the list, Kirke seemed pretty keen on staying in Hogsmeade and I had no skin in the game, so I figured it was fine. I would have been okay in London so my mother couldn't randomly drop by, but I assume she will always do so with food, so I probably shouldn't argue. I know Kirke his his siblings nearby, so that probably has something to do with it.
Scout is a pretty good little owl, quick, likes to be out, so I don't think he minds too much. I've sequestered a ministry owl because I'll be out tomorrow though.
You didn't do too bad on the shorthand, got most of the abbreviation and the numbers. I'm not sure I could give a 7/10 though. A T19 is almost impossible to figure out though, so don't take that personally. It's accidental transfiguration of a family pet. Happens more than you would imagine. I've met many a cat who lost their tail or was given wings. It's pretty funny. In that case my cousin transformed the family dog into some sort of odd half breed dragon. I've still got a scar on my forearm from getting burned.
Makes sense. I've only ever lived in London aside from my school days. I imagine it's much quieter in Bartonburg. Can't say I blame you boys not wanting to leave.
Have a safe trip to Ireland tomorrow. Will you be there long?
Transfiguration is so interesting. A half breed dragon? That burn must've sucked when it happened. Whether or not I deserve dinner is
a choice left up to the judge. I know I want dinner.
Likewise, just here in Bartonburg. I spent my childhood in a little burg just like Hogsmeade, just with less magical folk, so it really isn't that different. Easier though, I think. I've grown accustomed to being able to use magic in public, despite working in London a lot. Makes things troublesome though, when we need to call in the memory specialists. I'm not great with the memory modifications, always terrified I'm going to really screw it up.
Ireland should be a quick day trip if everything goes according to plan. I leave early though, so I should probably get to bed.
As for dinner, the lady gets what the lady wants. I have a recipe or two I can make with minimal mess ups. Let me know when that social schedule of yours opens up.
Sweet dreams, Trouble.
Yous, JP
delicious biceps brought to you by MJ!
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Last modified: September 21, 2020 – 1:39 AM by Fallon Gillespie.
Memory modification is frightening to me. I wouldn't want that level of responsibility over someone. Let me deflect spells or chase a criminal. I don't mess with the head.
I'm free nearly every night next week. Maybe we'll aim for once you're moved in? Unless my case is solved soon, then you can commandeer the kitchen from Malou.
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