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.
Complete five threads of five posts or more where your character experiences bad luck, such as stepping in a chamberpot, losing the rings for a wedding, etc...
Did You Know?
One of the cheapest homeless shelters in Victorian London charged four pennies to sleep in a coffin. Which was... still better than sleeping upright against a rope? — Jordan / Lynn
If he was being completely honest, the situation didn't look good, but Sylvano was not in the habit of being completely honest about anything. No reason to start now.
— Sylvano Capobiancoinyou & me & the war of the endtimes
The past few months ought to have given Saff a break seeing as most of the upset had been in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Surprisingly though, she was as busy as ever. It seemed that their department was - well, it wasn’t exactly the closest department to the DMLE but Saffron seemed to make more trips there than she had originally thought she would be. Some were genuinely because of business, but then other trips were due to the fact that she and Fallon occasionally liked to take lunch or their breaks in tandem.
Today, however, was a visit to the newest Assistant Head of the DMLE, perhaps because she was feeling a bit cheeky. But it was under the pretense of saying hi to Fallon that Saffron walked into the offices. Of course, she knew, Fallon was currently in an interrogation, so she instead turned to hovered by the desk that would soon be vacated by — “Mr. Bythesea,” She drawled, a smile playing at her lips as she peered over the small partition at the sparse desk. “Leaving for bigger pastures, I see.”
Assistant Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
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There were few things in life that excited Harry – his marriage to Sera and the birth of his three children were certainly not among them. His promotion to Assistant Head though, was certainly near the top of the list, mostly because he felt like he’d been working his ass off for a while to even be considered for it. (Maxime had left big shoes to fill, because even though he was an unlikeable asshole who never made a friend in the department let alone anywhere he went, he at least had taken the job seriously.)
Harry was scowling at some papers on his desk, the mist fiasco was still a pain in the ass and had caused a lot of work for everyone in the Ministry, when he lifted his head at the sound of his name. For a beat, the lines of fatigue around his eyes softened into something akin to amusement. “Whitby,” Harry greeted as he leaned back in his chair, “You make it sound like I’m off to the pasture permanently. I’ve only moved down the hall.” Harry though, was ready for a private office.
Harry straightened. “So then. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The corner of his mouth twitched. ”Are finally here to admit that our department runs circles around yours?” Not that he had anything against the Department of Magical Games & Sports – he certainly didn’t want to deal with the insane fans of Quidditch, so he was happy other people did. “Or maybe,” he added, eyes narrowing with faux suspicion, “you’re trying to curry favor with the new Assistant Head before I start cutting access to all those unnecessary cross-department coffee breaks.”
