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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Nova clutched a small bundle of pink coronations to her chest as she stared down at Ophelia's grave. It had been a little while since she had last visited and she felt guilty about that. That's why she had the pink carnations, 'I'll never forget you'. Sometimes she still couldn't believe that Ophelia was actually gone. Sometimes it felt like Ophelia was just on an extended trip somewhere and she'd turn up with a wealth of exciting tales from her travels. But no, Ophelia wasn't coming back, she hadn't even lingered on as a ghost, she was just gone.
It is a pity it had to be dragons... The dragon incident had been a tragedy there was no denying it, but it seemed so anti-climatic for someone like Ophelia to go that way. Just a name in a list of many others. Then again that's how it went with shipwrecks and those were still quite romantic. Outfit | Tag: Porphyria Dempsey | Notes:
Porphyria hadn’t brought flowers – she didn’t bother with flowers on any other occasion, so there was no sense in making an exception for the dead. But she had been tracing the mourning ring on her finger, with Ophelia’s dark hair bound around the dark stone, and, stooping, she dug a small handful of cool soil from the grave (it was grassy by now, but she had gotten underneath it) to absently feel beneath her fingernails, whilst they were here. Ophelia would have had no patience for dirty fingernails, Phyri expected, but that made her feel closer to her all the same.
“What do you think she would have preferred?” Porphyria asked thoughtfully. Something singular, she imagined. Not like this. (And Porphyria, for some odd reason, had always imagined Ophelia would live to be a widow first, rather than leave her spouse and son behind. Ophelia would have suited widowhood perfectly.) One question gave rise to another, more musing but still quite serious. “How would you like yours to happen?”
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Nova's eyes widened with both fascination and repulsion as Porphyria dug her hand into Ophelia's grave dirt. It was an incredibly intimate thing to do, she thought, if the very thought of sullying her hands with the dirt and having it sit there under her nails weren't so unconscionable to her, she might've wanted to do the same. Instead she made do with placing the little bouquet of carnations down at the bottom of Ophelia's headstone.
She spoke rather animatedly to me once of nearly drowning. I never felt closer to her than I did in that moment... Ophelia had admittedly been in an odd state after her brush with death, perhaps it had been wrong of Nova to enjoy her so much at time but she could hardly help it. It would have been very fitting if she had drowned. As for how she wanted to die? There were so many different ways... I rather like the idea of it being slow and drawn out, not in so terrible a state that no one can bear to sit at my bedside, I'd like to slip away peacefully at the end of a great deal of dignified suffering. The keyword being dignified, she wasn't interested in being unsightly at the end. Or else a tragic accident. My parents died together in the rubble of the house their new house, I have always found it inspiringly romantic. I think perhaps Ophelia might have preferred a spectacle to herself, rather than sharing it with others. Outfit | Tag: Porphyria Dempsey | Notes:
What with November’s flowers against the headstone of the grave, Phyri almost could picture Ophelia as the mad heroine, skin paler than ever, drowned with flowers in her hair. A little drama in it, a dash of scandal – not at all Mrs. Malfoy’s choice of dignified suffering. Tragic accidents, she could approve of, and tilted her head to acknowledge that.
“I’m almost surprised she didn’t come back as a spirit,” Phyri said, of Ophelia again. Perhaps not in the state her body had been in, at the end – she imagined a dress in tatters, blood and guts and not much left of a Society look. “To have the last word at her funeral, you know. ” And Porphyria accepted death very well, was fascinated more than afraid of it – but she did miss Ophelia something awful, day to day. “But hopefully your tragic accident is not too soon upon the horizon,” Phyri added, in that vein; her tone was teasing. “I haven’t very many friends left to lose.”