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.
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
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Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
November 6, 1893 — Bixby Residence; Day of Wallys release from St. Mungos
Wally was glad to finally be free of the sterile environment of St. Mungos but he also feared the world outside of the hospitals walls. He was still wheelchair bound because he had not quite gotten the hang of using his crutches or the prosthetic that had been procured for him. He would get it with continued daily practice, the Healers had said. His right eye had been healed enough that he could at least open it but it remained unseeing. He wondered if people would find the sightless milkiness of his eye within his deep burn scar unsettling.
He knew he found it to be so. He hated looking at himself in the mirror. He had never been vain but he had been at least somewhat aware that he was generally considered handsome. Now ... he figured that would no longer be the case.
Wally had been settled into the parlour due to well-wishers coming in and out to see him. He kind of wished they wouldn't. Why couldn't they just stay away? His hands gripped the sides of his wheelchair and was lost in his own head before someones voice brought him out of it.
wally has extensive burn scars on the right side of his upper body (including his face and over his right eye) and the lower part of his left leg is missing.
Alice had waited until the stream of visitors had begun to slow before knocking on the door herself. She hadn't approached Wallace in the weeks he'd been hospitalized, although she couldn't quite pinpoint what had kept her away. It wasn't as though Mrs. Bixby would ask her to leave, and Alvin might've been uncomfortable but perhaps the break would've served him well. However, every time she approached his room to see it full of one family member or another Alice had quickly turned to carry on walking elsewhere. She wouldn't - couldn't - intrude then.
But, she was here now, and Wallace looked - well, he certainly looked better than he had when she found him laying on the sidewalk. "Hello," she greeted quietly. "I know you're probably tired, so I won't stay long. I just ... I'm relieved to see you've made it home, I suppose."
Wally felt a mixture of emotions when he heard Alice's voice. You should have left me there, was his first thought which he immediately felt bad for. She had done as she should have. It was thanks to her that he was even alive right now. The healers had said any later and all hope would have been doomed from the start. If you can call what I have a life. He had to shake those thoughts off, he knew.
"My very own guardian angel," Wally managed to tease, a hint of his usual flirtatious charm somewhere mixed in there. "I am glad you came." He reached out to gently touch her hand. "Thanks for saving me."
wally has extensive burn scars on the right side of his upper body (including his face and over his right eye) and the lower part of his left leg is missing.
A sharp breath of relief, one that would've been mixed with a hint of a sob had she any less control over her emotions, escaped her at his teasing. Alice had never discussed what she went through when healing and transporting Wallace, not with the healers that had received him or Calla or anyone. With the healers, Alice was stubbornly determined not to break down as some sort of proof that she too was capable of separating her emotions when healing. She might not have had the training, but she was just as good as them. And with Calla...Alice had tried, at first. She wanted to lean on Calla like Calla had promised she could, but Calla's boundless optimism was impossible to burden with the grief of nearly losing Wallace. So, instead, Alice had simply shouldered it and soldiered on - just as any good healer would.
But seeing him here now and alive - it was enough to bring a stray tear to the corner of her eye.
"Not an angel, Wallace." Alice said with a hint of a laugh. "Just a friend that's overjoyed to see you again." She squeezed his hand in return. "I - I visited you often at the hospital. Your family was always there so I never went in, but I checked in on you as much as I could. I'm so glad you made it through, Wallace, and I'm so tremendously sorry that this happened to you."
Wally managed a laugh as Alice insisted she wasn't an angel. It tickled something in his memory. He had retained very minimal memories of what had happened beyond remembering Alice's voice keeping him here, more or less.
He smiled as she squeezed his hand. "They would not have minded your presence. They are very grateful to you." His life was forever changed and he didn't know if he would ever be able to fly again. Which kind of felt like a fate worse than death but he knew better than to state that sentiment aloud.
wally has extensive burn scars on the right side of his upper body (including his face and over his right eye) and the lower part of his left leg is missing.
Alice shrugged a bit helplessly as she sank onto the sofa besides his chair. There was, perhaps, a heavy dose of fear that kept her from entering his hospital room. Fear of what she would see, fear that he would somehow die in the few minutes she stayed to visit. She would never say as much, of course, but the fear remained all the same.
"Is there anything I can bring you while you recover? Some sweets from Honeydukes maybe?" She would have liked to suggest a novel or two, but with his eyesight being so heavily impacted she wasn't sure that was a safe option. Even if she meant the novels as something someone could read to him.
Wally smiled as Alice offered to get him some sweets. There wasn't much that he wanted. Everything he had wanted just did not seem possible now. "Your presence is more than enough," he assured, mostly because he had yet to really get into the habit of eating. Besides, he had no idea if he would ever actually recover. He had lost so much in such a short span of time that it currently felt inconceivable.
wally has extensive burn scars on the right side of his upper body (including his face and over his right eye) and the lower part of his left leg is missing.
"I'll visit you more often." Alice carefully promised. If being near him helped, then she could do that for him. Then, riskier, she added, "I could read to you, or maybe we could sit out in the garden." Wallace had always been destined for the skies, as Alice could still vividly recall. This sort of life would be detrimental to his soul, but she refused to leave him alone in it.
He hadn't meant to garner more visits. Well, maybe he could handle it if it was just her. He just hated the feeling of being some sort of sideshow even though logically he knew that was not anyones intention. "That could be nice," Wally said with a slight smile. "But I wouldn't want to impose on you."
wally has extensive burn scars on the right side of his upper body (including his face and over his right eye) and the lower part of his left leg is missing.
"You're never an imposition." She meant it too. It was something she could do, a way she could help see him through this tragedy. Alice offered him another reassuring smile. "I'll bring a stack next time and we'll decide on a book then."
Wallace supposed he was glad to hear it. Even so, he felt like he was now a burden to everyone around him. "Sounds good," he said because how could one turn away this angel when she was trying to be so comforting? It wasn't her fault he felt the way that he did.
wally has extensive burn scars on the right side of his upper body (including his face and over his right eye) and the lower part of his left leg is missing.
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