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
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
To further his own embarrassment Spryly realized a fraction of a second too late that he was taking Lestrange's 'compliment' too much in earnest. He put it down to the fact he'd been wrong-footed from the start of their encounter that evening and he hadn't yet managed to fully recover himself.
He shifted in his seat, took a quick sip of his drink, and managed a surprisingly natural sounding chuckle. Well I do try 'n take exceptions to rules where and when I can. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
He felt oddly disarmed by the question but of course it had been a very long time since anyone had expressed any degree of concern for his wellbeing. He cleared his throat. O' course, what else am I doin' if not that, eh? Try being the operative word nowadays. Outfit | Tag: Cassius Lestrange | Notes:
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.
Cash nodded once, accepting Spryly's answer on its face. "Good. I'll see you around," he said; he finished his drink in a large sip, set it down, and got up to leave. He was not entirely sure that he would see Spryly around, but one could hope.
He left a few coins on the table under his glass; enough for a hot meal or another drink, whatever Spryly wanted.
