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.
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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
Noble didn't last as long as he did when he was trying to get himself off, but was at least able to warn her before he finished. Satisfied, he pushed himself up onto his elbows so that he could look at her. He didn't know what to say. This, tonight, the not-sex-but-also-not-not-sex, because he was sure that he'd disappointed her by not being willing to seal the deal.
He rolled over to face her. "That was nice," he said softly.
Nice wasn't the adjective she'd been hoping to hear going into the evening. Dancing a waltz was nice, tending to her garden was nice. Sex wasn't supposed to be nice, it was supposed to be erotic, sensual, earth shattering even. But, perhaps that was what sex was when it was combined with love, when the emotional connection made the physical all the better.
Earth shattering was what the closet would've been if Ezra hadn't stopped them.
"It was," she agreed as she turned onto her side to face him as well. There was a chill in the air now that had her wishing they'd thought to pull down the covers before falling atop the bed. "I'll have the house to myself for a few weeks if you'd like to come over again."
Noble hadn't expected to be invited over again, and a flash of slight surprise showed on his face before he hid it. "I'd like that," he said, warmly. He would like it, he thought — they would probably get better at knowing each other's bodies once they tried this a few more times. Noble was also worried that if they did this too much, they would start to develop feelings for each other — they'd gotten to know one another better than he thought either of them had originally intended.
But he didn't have the heart to say that in the immediate afterglow. "Let me know when works for you."
His surprise confused her. The night had clearly not gone as intended, but she didn't think it'd gone so poorly that a repeat would be shocking. She nearly frowned but managed to keep her expression unchanged, though her eyes did lose some of their shine.
"Okay, that sounds good." They were talking as if he was to leave now and Rosalie felt suddenly empty at the thought of being alone. "Would you like another glass of gin?"
"Oh, of course I would," Noble said. This was honest, and affectionate — he was hoping that she was not subconsciously-or-consciously upset with him about everything if she was inviting him to drink some more of her aunt's alcohol.
"Of course." Rosalie agreed, a hint of a laugh behind her voice. She stood from the bed then and quickly found her dressing robe. Any lingering staff wouldn't blink twice at her searching for a drink at an odd hour and she didn't want to tempt fate beyond that again. "I'll be right back."