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 1893. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
Show a pattern of selfish behaviour with your character. You should have at least three threads (ten posts, three+ yours) of your character doing cruel things. Character accounts cannot be combined.
Did You Know?
Queen Victoria was known for putting jackets and dresses on her pups, causing clothing for dogs to become so popular that fashion houses for just dog clothes started popping up all over Paris. — Fox
It would be easy to assume that Evangeline came to the Lady Morgana only to pick fights. That wasn't true at all. They also had very good biscuits. — Evangeline RowleinCheck Your Privilege
Citrine was having a grand time at the Harvest Celebration. The Headless Hunt had also arrived but it had been a little hard to even see them considering the bright, sunny day. Even so, it was rather marvelous. She had also done the apple bobbing, her laughter loud and unchecked as she tried bobbing for the floating apples. So much more fun than dunking ones head into water.
Now, she had floated over to the petting zoo. There were chickens, sheep, cows and other animals. She approached one of the sheep and could not help marveling over the texture of its wool and how this was what sometimes became clothing material. The sheep moved unexpectedly which had Citrine falling back against another attendee. "Oh, my apologies!" She quickly got out as she liberated their arms of her presence.
Philomen hadn't actually meant to stay very long--he always had something to do at home, even if it was just more research--but he'd found that he was rather enjoying himself. He'd gone between the various activities provided, trying a little bit of everything until he found himself at the petting zoo. Phil wasn't sure that this was something that would actually hold his interest, to be fair, but in the interest of experiencing everything at the festival, he was dutifully observing the sheep--even if he hadn't actually brought himself to pet one yet.
This turned out to be in his favor, as it meant that he was in the perfect position to catch a lady before she took a terrible tumble--or, at the very least, embarrassed herself unnecessarily. "It's no trouble," Philomen said, steadying her. "Are you all right?"
The man was kind enough to help her steady herself and she smiled in gratitude. "Quite all right. Some of these sheep are quite hefty, aren't they?" She said in amusement. Indeed, they were a little bigger than most sheep she had seen in her life. Which admittedly was not many.
