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 1896. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
Complete five threads of five posts or more where your character experiences bad luck, such as stepping in a chamberpot, losing the rings for a wedding, etc...
Did You Know?
One of the cheapest homeless shelters in Victorian London charged four pennies to sleep in a coffin. Which was... still better than sleeping upright against a rope? — Jordan / Lynn
If he was being completely honest, the situation didn't look good, but Sylvano was not in the habit of being completely honest about anything. No reason to start now.
— Sylvano Capobiancoinyou & me & the war of the endtimes
Frida looked especially darling this evening. As head girl, it was certainly suiting. I wish I could hold that sort of confidence. Should I be less of a wall flower, would I have been head girl? Alas, I am too tired to think on this further.
There were so many people at my coming out. So many men! Did any of them like me? What if several of them like me? How could I possibly choose between all of these possible suitors? Perhaps Frida will have some input on the matter.
Cecilia has made other, more mundane entrees throughout the season.
1891, September 1
Dear Diary,
This year will not see me returning to Hogwarts today for the first time in years. It feels incredibly odd. What makes things worse is that none of my suitors have initiated an official courtship. This first season seems to have ended in failure. I feel rather ashamed.
I have met an incredibly nice young man. Sadly, I discovered that he is, in fact, a halfblood. My family would never accept, nor approve such a match. I would be a disgrace. But wouldn't a case of spinsterhood be similarly disgraceful? I do hope that in writing this, I will no longer feel the need to ponder either scenario.