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
I've got to get home
Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb?
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when I touch your hand
December 14th, 1894 — Scrimgeour Family Home; Welsh Countryside
Snowfall had started in their part of the countryside a couple of days prior. It had been a seemingly calm day today though. She had enjoyed a leisurely morning at home and had engaged with the younger of Eloise's brood. She felt like they were connecting somewhat which left her with a warm sort of feeling. That had her feeling good well into the afternoon.
A gentleman had come to call in the middle of the afternoon and he had been a welcome sight. They had met at some prior event and he had endeared himself to Minty. It looked like the feeling had been mutual or so Minty hoped. She had dear hopes to soon be courting and wed so that she would not continue to be a burden on her brother and his new wife. She adored Eloise and she loathed the idea of the other woman coming to resent her.
The visit had gone splendidly or so Minty felt. The man conversed well with her and was pleasant to look at. The hour or two had simply gone by too fast and the maid acting as their chaperone had discreetly coughed a time or two already. A hint for her potential suitor to take his leave. Oh but it did not seem fair! She was greatly enjoying his company.
"Oh, can you not stay just a tad bit longer?" Minty asked, a flirtatious lilt to her smile and tone, a sparkle in her eyes that she had not felt in such a long time. She glanced out the window and noticed that it was snowing quite a bit now. "And look at that weather! I would feel terrible to think of you heading out in such a snow storm." Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration but surely there was no harm in the gentleman staying just a little longer?
It had been a pleasure to meet with this young woman whilst both properly dressed. It was a statement that in most other contexts might utterly besmirch her reputation but in this case, their history merely included a delightful evening in togas observing simulacrums of the long dead. She had been sweet, friendly, elegant and as he was pleased to confirm today, exceptionally pretty. Most importantly they actually seemed to get along, and not just in that stilted way that prospective courtiers were expected to enjoy each other. The last couple of hours had flown by more quickly than Harrison had expected.
He had learned some things about her, mostly surface things that were appropriate to discuss in polite company, he wished he could talk more freely. After his first meeting with her back in the summer her had quite naturally done a little digging into her family name. What he had found did give him a few questions, perhaps even reservations, but he could find nothing negative about her so he would not allow himself to discount Miss Scrimgeour until he had the chance to properly get to know her. This proved to be a good decision.
The maid began to cough non too discretely as a signal that his welcome in the home was ending and that he should make way. Miss Scrimgeour seemed to have other ideas and he smiled back to her before looking back out at the snow. "My word, it has begun to come down, hasn't it? I feel like we must have had a couple of inches in the time that we have been speaking." he was exaggerating too but felt like he and the younger woman were on the same page in this manner.
Harrison smiled conspiratorially at Araminta then stood and cleared his throat to speak to the maid. "I am terribly sorry, but I can't in good conscience ask my valet to come and fetch me on such a storm. Would you do him the kindness of asking the lady of the house if I might have leave to stay a little longer?" he hoped the plight of one servant might encourage another to give him that grace. In an ideal world, she might disappear out of the room and spend and spend hours searching the halls for Mrs Scrimgeour, but that was a highly unrealistic dream.
"It certainly has. And Merlin knows all the chaotic mishaps that can happen with magic and snow," Minty said with a smile. Why early in the year, there had been a terrible blizzard that had effected magic in weird ways. So there was precedent.
Her maid rose an eyebrow but even so went in search of Media Scrimgeour. "The snowfall really is so lovely when it isn't causing magical blackouts," she mused as she took advantage of her maid being gone to stand just a little bit closer. Harrison Knight
As the maid vanished and Minty stepped closer Harrison relaxed a little, it was such an obvious ploy to get her alone that if a lady had not been interested in it then she would likely find a polite reason to leave the room herself along with the maid.
"It really is, its such a lovely sight, and yet I find it hard to cast my eyes at anything outside this room." he said in a soft flirtatious voice as he took another step towards her by the window and looked out. "Makes me feel cold just to look at it, give me an open fire and some thick furs and see me melt into them with a whiskey in hand."
They had little time so they should do more than just muse about the weather, so he gave her the oppurtunity to be open. "So now we have the floor alone I offer you my candour, what would you ask a man if noone else would ever know? No limits, no judgement?" he smiled at her and cocked his head, daring her to take even a small beyond propriety.
