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.
January 4th, 1890 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic
@"Jemima Farley" Clementine Rookwood
Given her recent employment, it was not surprising that Andromeda didn't recognize either of these Hufflepuffs beyond knowing their houses. And that was just because of the simple aid of being told beforehand. Regardless, she smiled kindly at both before going through the rules and gesturing for Mademoiselle Farley to begin.
Jemima certainly didn't know how she'd gotten here! Her third duel of the day! It made no sense at all; and somehow it was already far better than the others, because this time she was up against Clem. (Clem would, she thought - hoped - forgive her anything. Jemima had, after all, done worse.)
In any case, she was perfectly happy to go easy on her friend. Rictusempra would only make her buckle with laughter. If the tickling charm worked.
Clementine beamed at Jemima, having not expected either of them to have made it so far in the duels. It was exciting, really.
She mouthed a 'good luck' to her friend as they went through the formalities.
"Protego," she attempted to cast with a grin. If she could block out the spectators, it could be easy to think the two Hufflepuff a were just practicing like in classes.
Both spells were rather well cast for their level, but ultimately, the defensive spell proved successful in it's function. "First point to Mademoiselle Rookwood," she announced. "If you would also please commence the next round!"
If there was one person who would not rub a loss in her face, Jemima was secure in the fact it would not be Clem. So there was not too much to worry about (for once). This time, then, she attempted Locomotor Mortis.
Mademoiselle Rookwood's spell hit her opponent with full force and Mademoiselle Farley proceeded to dance a rather marvelous jig. Before the poor child could get too into the routine, Andromeda cast the counterspell and gestured to the blonde. "Congratulations, Mademoiselle Rookwood, you have won the round."