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.
Did You Know?
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
"You don't know the half of it." She leaned back further, leaning her weight on her hands, wine on the counter beside her as she surveyed him with amusement. He didn't even know the half of it. Nearly ruined herself and the entire family; had put the family livelihood in jeopardy; had given too much of herself to a charming smile and the thrill of attention. (That was being a little harsh, Locke had been delightful in every aspect, but she was feeling prickly tonight.)
Of course it had been by design that they had hid her pregnancy from even Declan. Tess had tried hard enough to try and solve the problem, Sage wouldn't have been able to rope in both her sister and Declan trying to get information out of her. "But you're not, you're a good person Decks. I'm glad we have you around." Without a Whitby brother (if they didn't count Archer), it was nice to have him around to sort of fill that gap.
He didn't know the half of it, that made sense to Deck — and he was torn, for a beat, between whether or not he wanted to know more. If he could know more without risking her asking him more about his own sex life, (or lack thereof), Declan may have risked it. He always wanted to know more about Sage.
And then there she went, making him uncomfortable with a compliment while Declan had taken a beat to put more chicken in his mouth. He swallowed it before he replied.
"Don't go getting all soft on me, Sage," Declan chided, wrinkling his nose at her. Between Sage calling him a good person, and Tess calling him an angel, the Whitby girls were being awfully tender lately — and Declan was used to chatting to them a lot about their problems, but this was different. This risked inflating his ego. And he couldn't go on doing that.
Sage shook her head slowly, looking at him with a new appreciation for that humbleness he seemed to carry so naturally. "I've always had a soft spot for you." She assured him, just barely containing the urge to reach out and touch him somehow. Making him squirm was sort of fun, but not when she was being genuine about what she said. Teasing him was one thing, this she meant. Instead she picked up her wine glass and took a sip, eyeing him carefully. "You've always been reliable when we needed you." The Whitby girls were very capable of most things on their one, not a one of them daring to need much beyond what they could handle, but Sage knew Declan was of good help to Tess in the shop and just having him around as an extension of the family was a relief.
A gentle blush spread on Declan's cheeks, but it was an almost-pleasant embarrassment — not the horror he'd experienced when she was teasing him. "Oh," he said, looking down at the dinner she'd made him. He ate another carrot before replying, savoring the crunch, because he wanted to have a minute to think about his response before he mustered it. "That's because you've all welcomed me in, too." He felt like another attachment to their family, which was not always something he felt in his own — oh, he and his siblings took care of each other, and sometimes they even liked each other. But they had never been nearly as close as the Whitby girls were; they had never been a unit.
He'd taken her seriously this time and Sage sighed a little in contentment. She probably ought to stop drinking the wine, and the glass was almost gone, so she finished it and set it aside. This time she did reach out, just to gently squeeze his arm, letting her hand fall back to her lap after. "I think we just needed you and poof, there you were." Besides, he was easy to like, love even in a way. The affection she held for him had everything to do with who he was as a person and everything he did for them. "Like I said, you're a good person and who doesn't need more of those in their life?" Maybe if Sage hadn't been such an idiot with Locke, she would have found someone more like Declan, but now romance was soured for her and she would not fall for that again.
Declan wrinkled his nose at her and ate some more off his plate before he replied. "Well I'm glad I'm here," he managed, trying to close the book on this conversation so that they could move onto something more pleasant, and talk about someone other than him. He cleared his throat and said, "Did you have a shift today? How's the hospital?"
"Off tonight, last night was long." She chuckled, realizing the moment had moved on. Probably for the better, she had just enough of a buzz to be a menace and she wouldn't have had the wine if she had to go in later. Of course she could be called in to help at any time, but she doubted that would be the case tonight. She could sober up pretty quickly if needed.
Declan seemed determined to move on from their current topic and she let him, answering about the hospital with easy banter instead of the underlying teasing. It was easy with him and she didn't want to be too much of a pest after all.
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