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
Sirius' mouth twisted in a wry smile. Her sputtered delay of a response amused him, and he could not entirely place why — and he wanted to keep poking at her despite his better instincts. "Really?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her, "I don't think I believe you. I think you're charmed."
When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
He was teasing her and he was enjoying it, that much was more than apparent from the look on his face. Did he realize how uneasy she was? She minutely adjusted her hold of his hand and became acutely aware of how obviously clammy her palms were. That was embarrassing. He had to have noticed, surely? She needed to deflect or distract him or something, she wasn't sure what else she could do without it being the wrong thing.
Oh? she said lamely, stalling until she could finish formulating a proper defense. So you're trying to charm me then? She'd thought that had seemed like a good response but maybe he'd just flatly deny it? That would be awkward, she thought, very awkward. Outfit | Tag: Sirius Black | Notes:
She asked him a question, an important question that made Sirius' heart give a treacherous thump in his chest, and he was saved from having to come up with an immediate answer by the music coming to a halt. He took a step off of the dance floor, removing himself from it, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Of course I am," Sirius said, genuine — the expression on his face said what do you think of that?
When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
Oh, well then. She blinked, hard. Her cheeks felt very warm. After a pause that was just long enough to be perceptible, she replied. Well, your dancing is quite good. She smiled bashfully and could say no more than that though her thoughts on the matter were hardly as short or simple. Outfit | Tag: Sirius Black | Notes:
Sirius didn't think he'd ever seen Hesper smile like that. He liked the way the expression looked on her face, and was immediately self-conscious for liking it. "You're not bad either," he said, "Y'know, for a fifth year."
