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.
January 4th, 1890 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic Fitzroy Prewett Konstantin Fisk
This duel seemed to have rather a lot more - erm - female attendees than normal, mused the Dueling Society member as they cast a look around the room. One could only hope the two contestants would go easy on each other, lest a riot break out. "Mr. Prewett will be beginning this round," they announced evenly.
His had always been a competitive nature, and that was one part of Fitzroy Prewett that had suffered since his move off the quidditch pitch and into the Department of Magical Games and Sports. As such, the wizard often leapt at the opportunity to duel—feeding not only off the feeling of competition, but off of the crowd of young ladies who had arrived to watch. Merlin, he loved this feeling!
With a polite smile at his moderator and a bow of his head to Fisk, Fitzroy took his position before casting, swiftly and definitively, an antler hex at his opponent.
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One tournament that he had somehow managed to win had given Konstantin the taste for dueling and though he knew he would probably never have been much use as a field agent - far too disorderly - here, with rules and regulations in place he felt on much firmer ground.
He inclined his head to Prewett and retaliated with a quicksand charm designed to throw his opponent off-course that had given him some success in the past.
Well, they mused as Mr. Fisk immediately started to grow antlers, Mr. Prewett's spell certainly worked, but perhaps had stirred a bit of a commotion within the crowd. Some in attendance clapped at Mr. Prewett's success while others did not attempt to hide their shock and consternation at the result.
The Dueling society member promptly righted Mr. Fisk before he toppled over and turned to Mr. Prewett. Mr. Fisk's quicksand charm had only managed to swallow Mr. Prewett's shoe as opposed to his whole person. "This round goes to Mr. Prewett," they announced evenly, as they righted the floor beneath the victor. "Mr. Fisk, if you would be so kind as to start our next round."
Merlin, that had been a cock-up. The murmurs from the audience were undoubtedly commenting upon his failure - which seemed a tad unsporting and wasn't something he thought his opponent would approve of, being a sporting man himself - so determined to make a better show of himself Konstantin unleashed a stream of flame to encircle the other man.
Well that certainly had worked. Mr. Fisk's spell seemed to have worked in its entirety, easily blowing past the slowly erecting walls of concrete and encircling its target. "This round to Mr. Fisk," the announcer said, "Mr. Prewett please begin our tie-breaker."
Ah well—a victory was no good if it came too easily.
With only a slight narrowing of his brow indicating that he was not thrilled with this turn of events, Fitz hurled a particularly aggressive knockback jinx at Fisk.
Never before had the Dueling society member been more grateful for the simplicity of a shield charm. It served its purpose and rendered whatever spell Mr. Prewett had cast useless while at the same time seemed to quell the growing commotion amongst the female attendees in the crowd.
"This duel goes to Mr. Fisk," they announced evenly, though any observer could probably detect the relief in their face that they didn't end up having to cast a quieting charm over the crowd. Upon the announcement, a fair few of the ladies seemed to wilt in disappointment; others seemed enlightened by the news. Fearing they were not yet out of the woods, and perhaps they would end up having to cast a quieting charm over the crowd, the society member hastened to give their closing comments and move onto the next round. "Mr. Fisk, congratulations. Mr. Prewett, perhaps next time."
Perhaps next time they would elect to moderate only student duels next time.
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