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.
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Ozymandias' frustration was evident in his heavy sigh. She clearly did not understand the situation, but of course that was by design. He'd said someone would inherit after him, and so far as she knew the most likely someone was a distant cousin, or something of the sort. If that were the case he might not have felt so inclined to dabble in parenting for the sake of preventing it. A credible bastard might very well have a better claim to the estate than a distant cousin, though, and he had no intention of handing his family's name over to the son of a ballerina.
"You had to have expected this," he argued. "When you married someone with an inheritance. You aren't stupid."
"I didn't marry 'someone with an inheritance,'" Thomasina said; her tone was snide. "I married you." She had not married someone who was extremely focused on having children, because neither of them wanted that — so why did Ozymandias want it now?
Oz was unsure what else to say; he'd exhausted most of the arguments he'd planned already. He hadn't expected this level of resistance... though in hindsight he probably ought to have. He'd known neither of them wanted children, and Thomasina was nothing if not stubborn. Even so, he'd expected that she would have capitulated once she'd realized he was really serious about the idea.
Having exhausted his supply of rational arguments he turned instead to pettiness. "We can talk about this when you're feeling more reasonable."
Sina snorted. "I am perfectly reasonable and I am certain," she said. She was determined that she would not concede. Children should be for people with patience for them, people who wanted them, and Thomasina did not have it in her.
