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.
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Thank you again for your help last week with my son's injury. His hand is healing well, I think--though the size of the clabbert gets bigger with each retelling.
I wanted to follow up to find out when I should bring him back in to have the stitches removed?
I'm pleased to hear Elliott is healing quickly. The story has plenty of room for embellishment, it is not every day one encounters a creature like a clabbert, after all. None of his playmats will be the wiser until they reach Care of Magical Creatures in a few year's time.
I should think two weeks more at the very least if they are healing properly. A couple were quite ragged and I would like for them to have a good time to seal up. Please let me know if you have any more questions or anything becomes questionable. I am always available by owl or at the Hospital.
So far, his sister is the most non-plussed, but in fairness, she is well used to his stories. I'd be surprised if he managed to get much past her. It doesn't stop him from trying!
We are keeping a close eye on it, of course, and thankfully it looks like it is healing properly. I defer to the greater knowledge of people in my household to notice what I might not. I'm sure left to my own devices I would be fretting more.
As the eldest in my family, I can say I've always been fairly immune to my siblings outlandish stories. I'm sure she'd got him well in hand.
It is in our very nature as parents to do the bulk of the worrying. As long as he isn't complaining, I'm sure it's fine. It's the trying to keep them still long enough to let them heal that is the toughest part. It is certainly worse for us than it is for them sometimes.
I think the effect is more severe when the sibling in question is your twin. I have a twin sister of my own, I'm sure we would have gotten little past each other as children, either.
It seems to be going well. I will happily fret over nothing than potentially ignore something serious. Feeling a bit silly is much preferable to the alternative!
Twins must certainly make a different. It is always such an interesting thing to behold, in my opinion, the dynamic between the different sorts of siblings. Dealing with people on a daily basis gives such diverse insights to relationships, I've always found it fascinating.
I've always been the "better safe than sorry" sort myself, especially after the loss of my late wife. Which I'm sure Emerson does not love, but has grown used to.
I'd like to see Elliott in a week's time or so to check his stitches, if you have a day or time that works better for you. Please let me know and I will have the departmental secretary get you on the schedule.
I can only imagine. Considering the circumstances people are likely to come across your path, you must get unique insights. It must be terribly interesting.
We should be available Tuesday morning or Thursday afternoon next week, if either of those are possible.
My apologies for the delay in response, it's been a few busy days around the ward. Sometimes I forget just how ridiculous people can be some times when it comes to creatures. For example why anyone would think it is a good idea to line their own walkway with chomping cabbages? Treating an entire household's worth of staff for numerous bites was not something I had planned on doing this week.
I will see you and Elliott Thursday afternoon, around 2, if that suits? Looking forward to it.
One of the most important things money can't buy, I'm afraid, is common sense. I don't know if the rich have poor foolhardy ideas, or if they simply have the means to act on them more often, but either way, bad decisions are always in fashion.