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.
Did You Know?
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
She hadn't necessarily expected to win a duel at all, but that she had certainly made her want to win another. She was tempted to start off with that flobberworm spell that had worked so nicely for her last time, but - as fun as it was - Phyri felt it a bit of a cop-out of creativity, to do the same thing twice.
So melofors seemed as good an option as any. Porphyria gave her wand a flourish and hoped to see Mr. Crouch's head encased in a pumpkin.
Dueling a woman! This was particularly exhilarating. Ben couldn't have been happier that they'd lifted the ban on women using combative magic (though he might feel differently if her spells went off too well).
With a flourish, Ben cast a rebounding charm before him, intending to send her spell back to her.
For his round, Ben wanted something that would be suitably amusing but wouldn't embarrass the lady too much (assuming, of course, his success), so cast a light-hearted charm which would force her to tap dance uncontrollably.
Personally, she might have preferred the prospect of a more severe spell being angled her way; Porphyria had to brace herself for the thought of tap-dancing quite as strongly as she might have for an oncoming Cruciatus Curse. As it was, she opted for something similarly careless and light; hopefully the fur that sprouted uncontrollably all over him would not only make him look a fool, but hinder his line of sight.