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.
Ross didn't know either Mrs. Selwyn or Mrs. Rose well enough to wager on who would win this - which is to say, he didn't know Mrs. Rose at all and only knew Mrs. Selwyn through her husband. Trystan Selwyn had been an auror, which may make his wife more likely to win - but who knew, really.
He reviewed the rules, briefly. "Mrs. Selwyn, you may begin," Ross announced.
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Ambrosia raised an eyebrow at the woman she had been paired with and wondered whether anyone would really expect her to incline her head. Admittedly the modiste had a certain talent for creativity that Ambrosia admired but she was still a member of the trading class - it would be positively indecorous to give her anything beyond a short nod.
Feeling she had adequately warned the other woman that she was preparing to cast Ambrosia flicked her wand to turn the other woman into a frog.
Though Lavinia had had little hesitation in signing up, with the day of the duels actually upon her, the modiste had taken pause. Today, she would risk either her pride or potential future business, should an opponent take offence—neither something she felt inclined to lose.
She had donned a sapphire blue and rather deceptive skirts for the occasion—though they might have fooled the eye if she did not move overmuch, they were, in truth, rather billowy pants, a nod to the athleticism of the occasion. As her opponent seemed altogether disinclined to observe the niceties of civilized sport, Lavinia inclined her head only a fraction in return.
Her counter was to, if successful, transfigure the tiles of the floor between the women into a marble tree that would block any incoming spells. It was flashy, but required impeccable timing, and Lavinia knew she was rusty.
Mrs. Rose's counter hit the floor a second too late, and while Ross was impressed by the marble tree, there was little else to be said when Mrs. Selwyn had successfully transfigured the modiste into a frog.
Ross cast an untransfiguration spell and vanished the tree. "The first point to Mrs. Selwyn," he said. "Mrs. Rose will begin the next round."
When one was accustomed to changing her form at will, having it forced instead was...disquieting. Even after the transfiguration had been put to rights, Lavinia still felt quite green (figuratively or literally? She did not know that she cared to find out), and her stomach was positively flipping hither and fro. There would be nothing flashy this round, she knew—Lavinia simply cast a disarming spell.
Her skill in transfiguration not being quite so useful when it came to a defensive position Ambrosia instead opted to cast a knockback jinx in the hope that the other woman's aim would be disrupted.
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