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.
Complete a thread started and set every month for twelve consecutive months. Each thread must have at least ten posts, and at least three must be your own.
Did You Know?
Did you know? Jewelry of jet was the haute jewelry of the Victorian era. — Fallin
Now this, Fitzory thought as he looked from Selwyn to Lupin, ought to be a show.
While neither wizard was still 'in the field', as it were, both had worked as aurors—and both, more importantly, had made quite the name for themselves as skilled duelists. This would not be the tedious match between that Gobstones lad and the woman(?!) from the Department of Mysteries. This would be fun.
With a dash of pomp, Fitz reviewed the rules, looking from Lupin back to Selwyn. Taking a step back just to be safe, the wizard announced, "Mr. Lupin, you may begin!"
Lionel smiled as he greeted both referee and his opponent. Both very handsome men so Lionels eyes were getting a treat, at least. Hopefully that would not be his only positive outcome of having signed up for the tournament. As he was bid to begin, he cast a spell that would turn Selwyn into a living statue (aka stone but Lionel's feeling poetic). The mans looks felt rather fitting for a statue.
If anyone was going to give him a run for his money, Lupin ought to be able to do it. That said, Trystan had strolled up with an easy aura of confidence, the very prospect of a duel still a far more lighthearted affair than anything either of them had ever experienced in the field, no doubt.
Hoping his reflexes were still quick enough to manage it before the spell hit, Trystan attempted to transform the incoming jet of light into a frozen stream of ice mid-flow from his opponent's wand.
An ice javelin was an interesting, but risky, move. If the momentum of the spell was too strong, it would be not a spell that hit Selwyn but a sharp and possibly lethal object and he would have no one to blame but himself.
Fitz Prewett, however, knew nothing of physics outside of the quidditch pitch, and so witnessed only an entertaining bit of magic before declaring Selwyn the winner of the first pass.
"Mr. Selwyn, when you're ready!"
LUPIN 11 | SELWYN 14 You have 72 hours to post. Elias Grimstone