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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.
sobbing alone in front of a haunted piano

the heaviness in my heart belongs to gravity
Monday, Oct 4th, 1891 — Black's

Ford's life was going to shit, a bit. He'd somehow become the villain in his own home for trying to enforce what he considered common-sense safety protocols for Verity, given that her unknown kidnapper was still on the loose and the Law Enforcement Department had essentially given off the search and declared the case cold. Noble had been withdrawn lately — understandably, after the kidnapping and then the disaster at the Sanditon that had shaken all of their nerves. Still, Ford's heart hurt for the absence of him. Every evening that Noble spent isolated in his workshop and every family meal he seemed too distracted to converse made the gap a little wider. And Macnair... right when things had really started going well, Ford was worried that everything was drawing to an end. Macnair might not be willing to say so yet — he might not even realize it yet — but Ford didn't think they could honestly keep seeing each other after Macnair had a family.

So things weren't great. Even in circumstances like this, though, Ford wasn't one to dwell on negatives. He always looked for silver linings, and in the past few days he'd finally managed to find one: after months of carefully tending the infant dementor in the woods, it was finally gone. He'd uncovered the half-buried wardrobe and released the spell on the door just to be sure, but even when he'd opened it up and let the sunlight filter into all of the back corners of the wood he could find no trace of what had once been there.

That freed up a few hours of his free time, at least. Even better: it removed a significant element of danger for Cash Lestrange. It might be a sign — but he wasn't entirely sure — that Cash was getting better, feeling better. Tonight was the first time Ford planned to see Cash since he'd discovered the dementor was gone, and he entered the club with a spring in his step, expecting a triumphant evening. He saw Cash across the club and grinned broadly. They'd done it. No one else had done this before; no one else had survived it. Cash had cheated death and here they were on the other side of it. Ford got a glass of wine from the bar and dropped into the seat next to his friend, still smiling.

"How do you feel?" he asked brightly.
@Cassius Lestrange

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