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
February 27, 1894; Afternoon (during winter storm but before the blizzard) — Groundskeepers Hut
It had been snowing all day but it looked like it had turned into a winter storm. Even so, Winny was not about to let some snow stop him from nipping down to Nattys hut to visit. Besides, he was sure the groundskeeper had been busy all day trying to keep on top of things so maybe he could lend a hand. Or at least provide his company.
As it was, it may not have been a blizzard but that winter storm was still kicking up quite a fuss. So by the time, he knocked on Nattys door, Winston was positively covered head to foot in snow and shivering. He'd tried removing a bit with magic but the snow had not budged. Was the snow somehow resistant to magic? This line of thinking did not stay around too long as his thoughts turned to the excitement of spending some time with Natty instead.
Natty had just dried off in front of a merrily crackling fire — his hair subsequently rather messy — when there was a light rap at the door.
He opened it to his favourite person in the world (whose fair countenance never failed to make his heart skip a beat). "Winny... look at you!" His warm tone swiftly turned to a combination of concern and amusement, brushing some snow from the side of Winny's face. The young fellow looked positively snow-logged. "Let's get you warmed up", the Groundskeeper steered the Professor indoors.
Winny smiled as the older man brushed some snow off the side of his face. He allowed himself to nuzzle in against the hand. It wasn't like anyone would be able to tell what he was doing, especially with the snow whipping around at seemingly increasing speed.
"You look quite charming with your hair like that," he couldn't resist remarking once he was at least partially thawed out and now starting to feel quite cozy indeed.
His heart fluttered unobtrusively at the feel of Winny's face against his hand. They lingered a moment, but the focus was on getting the dreamy young professor dry and comfortable again.
Natty smiled slightly as he brewed them some tea, hand leaping subconsciously to his hair. "You mean not fit for company?" he joked.
"For the record, I always want your company", he added by way of reassurance; just in case Winny thought his visit an unwelcome one. "Especially when I'm already thinking of you."
"You look dashing," he rebutted in response to Nattys hoke about his hair being unfit for company. He thought rather highly of the groundskeeper. He dreamed of him when they were apart.
"You were thinking of me?" Winny asked bashfully. "Well, I dreamt of you. You kissed me in my dream." He felt a lot more comfortable speaking freely now that they were comfortably ensconced in the hut.
Natty's faint smile lingered as he took the kettle off the stove. "I'm always thinking of you", he said by way of reply, and it was true; even when Winny did not directly dwell in his mind's eye, Natty's feelings for him were ever-present, feeding the coals of his soul even on the coldest day.
And at the young man's bashful confession, the older one went over to where his partner was seated, and rested his hand on the table to lean down towards him — "kissing you is already a dream", he murmured. Oh a line of some of hackneyed romantical epic, perhaps, but one that came from the heart. Evident as he lifted the professor's chin and kissed his Winter-touched lips.
Winston was pleased to hear that the other was always thinking of him. He smiled as Natty approached him and leaned down. Winny definitely felt like this had to be some sort of fantastical dream as the older man lifted his chin. He met the kiss with youthful eagerness, his hands coming up to caress the sides of the groundskeepers face.
The two were so attentive to each another's character that they often got lost in conversation, exploring each other's words and worlds between more physical moments. But right now Natty felt himself entirely lost in the physical. Their kiss lingered, deepened, as the older man ran his hand slowly through the other's long hair.
Winstons head was swimming more than it usually was. If he had been asked to form words right then, he would not have been able to. All he could focus on were Natty's lips on his and the hand in his hair. A small whimper escaped his throat as he tried pressing even closer, as if he could melt into the other.
Winston obediently got to his feet when he was pulled up. His skin flushed as he followed the others lead. When they reached it, Winny settled onto the bed before reaching back up for Natty and re-glueing his lips to the others.
The young man's slender hands clutched for his embrace, and Natty, in his element, obliged. As they kissed, he lay Winny gently back against the pillows, hand moving lightly over his shoulder, his arm, resting at his waist. He paused a moment to look into those captivating eyes — seeking permission to continue as they were. He didn't want him to be afraid.
Winston felt like his heart was beating in overdrive as Nattys hand moved light over him and stopped at his waist. He didn't quite understand what was happening or what his lovers intent was but he was not adverse. So whatever consent Natty was seeking from him, he would probably find in Winston leaning up to continue kissing the other, Winnys hand resting gently against the back of the others neck.
OOC: Let me know when/if you'd like to fade, or if we should let the boys keep going and keep it vague! <3
Natty watched as Winny's mis-matched eyes flickered closed and they were once again lost in a passionate kiss. They'd kissed before, but never like this; and this was the first time he'd laid the young man down on his bed. This was new. This was intoxicating.
The cold of outside forgotten, Natty's writerly hand slid beneath the teacher's shirt from his waist, caressing there the bare skin he found. "Shall I continue?" he managed to ask during a captured breath.
A gasp escaped Winston, a mix of surprise and pleasure as the older mans hand slid beneath his shirt. Continue? Winston was not precisely clear on what that meant but his instincts were screaming at him to allow for it. So he nodded shyly, his own hands beginning an exploration of the others back, broader than his own. Which he liked, very much.
The timid nod was met with with another light kiss, this time accompanied by further movements of his hands. Natty was slowly, cautiously succumbing to a prevailing lust that didn't ebb. Especially at the sound of that little gasp...
His fingers moved slowly over the waistband of Winny's trousers and lingered at the belt buckle — which he gently began to unfasten. "Have you... ever been touched like this before, Winny?"
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