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
It's my birthday today, what do you think about that? Are you even still alive? I don't know where you live. For all I know you are lying somewhere dead in that fog. Do I care? Maybe. But do you care that I might care? Probably not. I don't think I am making sense.
Please don't be dead.
I like making you cranky too much. It would be no fun if you're dead.
What in Merlin's name are you going on about? I'm very much alive and currently trying not to let the Daily Prophet offices burn to the ground. In London. Not Hogsmeade. You're right: you make absolutely no sense.
The only logical conclusion is that you were drunk. Is that what you do while under the influence? Think about me, even after all these months? I guess I should be flattered.
Fortunately I'm not in charge - not yet, anyways. (And I wouldn't write about horrid rich people. Maybe French people who like being assholes but who still drunk-owl people they've ignored for months.)
Harass me at your own risk. We have a handful of reporters with the temperaments of angry trolls.
I don't know why you would think of me. You made it clear the last time we spoke that you were done dealing with me. Or whatever. It doesn't really matter, though: I'm not going to be harassed through letters.
Bye.
- Nuffer
set by Stef <333
August 27, 2018 – 11:03 PM
Last modified: August 27, 2018 – 11:04 PM by Tristan Michaud.