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Welcome to Charming, the year is now 1891. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.

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As clocks and other timepieces were expensive, working class folk who could not afford to rise with the sun could employ a “knocker-upper” to tap on their windowpane at a scheduled time. Knocker-uppers would work through the night and into the early morning. — Kayte
But then Miss Dempsey paid her so great a compliment that she wanted to hurl herself over the edge of the theater balcony in delight.
sobing alone in front of a haunted piano

the district sleeps alone tonight
14 July, 1891 — Bastille Day — Paris, France

Although she spoke fluent French (as a well-bred young lady should), this was the first time Henrietta had actually been to France. Her history as a 'troubled' young woman had meant her mother was disinclined to take her traveling abroad, especially after her father had died. Now that she had debuted, she had all but given up hope of ever seeing a country other than her own, unless she had the misfortune of marrying a foreigner. Not that she disliked them on principle; rather, it was the assumption that if she married a foreigner it would only be because Mama thought she was incapable of ensnaring an English husband (and had probably paid a small fortune as a dowry to ensure the foreign husband didn't ask too many questions before the marriage). Which might very well still happen. It wasn't as though her first season was a raging success, though it also hadn't been a complete disaster yet. She'd had a modest number of callers (though none who had persisted), danced nearly her full card at each event (and had her toes stepped on more times than she could count). Catastrophes may have followed her through the entire season, but she had neither died nor been grievously injured, so she was counting it successful enough.

Paris was... rather like London, all things considered. She'd been expecting that it would be grand and romantic, but now that she was here it was just a city. A city having a parade, true, but nothing truly spectacular. Which was perhaps why she'd found herself wandering a bit far from her older sister, as she looked for something uniquely French and interesting about this whole thing. She was in a magical area of Paris, so surely nothing too terrible could happen to her. She'd barely gone ten feet, however, when she was accosted by a Parisian, who reached out to grab her wrist and said something indecipherable in French. Henrietta spoke French fluently, but this accent was unfamiliar to her, and the speech was so unexpected and hurried that she was left quite flustered.

"Excusez-moi?" she asked, trying (and failing) to pull her wrist free of the stranger's grasp. Oh, dear. Was she about to be mugged? Kidnapped? Worse? But this was Paris!

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