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.
Carmelina gave the tournament rules a quick once-over, less because she thought this pair were unfamiliar with them, and more in case either thought to accidentally overlook any facet of them. She suspected the boys would be well-matched – but they would see.
Cad saluted Elijah, pleased to have drawn the first position. He cast a spell aiming to turn the others morning coat into a straight jacket and prevent him from casting.
While Elijah Urquart was quite happy to be defensive if anyone dared to offend him, the defensive position in a bout such like this was much less his cup of tea. He hastened to silence Selwyn before the Gryffindor could finish his own casting.
The Gryffindor opened his mouth, but... nothing happened.
"Perhaps a little more practice at non-verbal casting is in order, Mr. Selwyn," Carmelina said, half-amused, half-sympathetically. "Mr. Urquart takes the first round and may cast next."
She did not approve of just how much the Slytherin appeared to be enjoying himself but, unfortunately, other than the overt sense of relish, she could not fault his spellcasting. Poor Mr. Selwyn was breaking out into hot patches of rash from it already. (Or from ire; she supposed one couldn't be sure.)
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