Charming is a Victorian Era Harry Potter roleplay set primarily in the village of Hogsmeade, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the non-canon village of Irvingly. Characters of all classes, both magical and muggle — and even non-human! — are welcome.
With a member driven story line, monthly games and events, and a friendly and drama-free community focused on quality over quantity, the only thing you can be sure of is fun!
"Are you always this forward?" He asked teasingly since it would be a very short thread if he just ignored her entirely. — Tobin Cartwright in Take A Peek
Did you know? Churchgoers and worshippers had to endure a foul stench during prayers due to the amount of bodies often stored within the vaults of churches and chapels.
The wind had been light and chilly when he had left his home, but, from the looks of things and from the words of the patrons who had arrived after him, had grown more intense and quite a bit colder, even bringing large flakes of snow with it, since his arrival at the tavern. That, to be frank, suited Callum Baines just fineùa flagon of ale before him, his umpteenth of the evening, the wizard saw little rush in journeying b ack out into the weather, and was quite content perched on his stool before the bar. How long it had been since his arrival, the caretaker could not say, only that he was thoroughly...happy in his current state.
Whatever the hour, it could no longer be called early: the last clock chime that Cal had heard had gone on for some time, and the pub had emptied well beyond its peak capacity. The barkeep, though, was all the company he needed, and the beverage before him all the conversation his heart desired. He was, after all, on vacation nowùwell, a vacation of sorts. True, his role at the castle was never truly unnecessary, but the more that Hogwarts emptied of students, the easier his duties became. He might roll in sometime after noon on the morning, so confident was he that his presence would not be necessary otherwise.
Really, it was a small miracle he had not yet seen himself fired.
Still, the wizard was not so content by the company so lovingly provided to him by The Hog's Head that he was set on shunning the company of others, which was why, with a measure of eagerness, he turned to the villager who had claimed the stool beside him with what, for Callum, was quite a pleasant tone.
"Bloody freezing out, innt it?" he half drawled, half slurred, mouth uncertain what affect it wanted to allow the alcohol to have over it. "Makes ya feel damned lucky to be here, righ?" He took another swig of his drink, emptying the cup, and motioned for the bartender to bring another. As much as he knew he ought to get homeùthough Dylan, a man grown at sixteen, was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, young girls like his Gwen, in Callum's mind, ought not to be left to their own devices for too longùthe wizard was far from inclined to do so, finding his seat to have almost melded to him in what, he would later claim, was likely a ploy by the Head to keep him there and shelling out coin.
He was hardly complaining.
tag: open | notes: cal is more sober than I am in wrting this. No more drunk posting
Despite the heavy snow that had been coming down since the evening before -- or perhaps because of it -- Pippa felt inclined to leave the safety and warmth of the Maison de VÃnus and spend some time out of the brothel in case they got snowed in.
It was late and so Pippa had her choice of seats. She didn't really feel like being alone, just around different company. As such, she took a stool next to a young man at the bar and smiled at him as she ordered herself a firewhiskey.
"Cold as the devil's tit," she agreed with a grin. Well, he'd certainly been here a while. "And here's a great place to be -- nice and warm, with warm drink and warmer strangers." She winked playfully at the young man, tossing he hair as she did. She wasn't really looking to work tonight, but she was not against a bit of playful banter.
It was nice, the caretaker felt, to be amidst villagers who did not take themselves particularly seriously. Too often amongst the staff at Hogwarts, or the more pretentious clientele attended to by the workers at The Three Broomsticks didn't know how to take the wands from their arses long enough to have a proper evening out, and would scarcely dare to be as free as the majority of the clientele The Hog's Head served. Callum was not a man you would catch dead with any of that sort, a more playfulùand attractive, he judged through the haze the alcohol had draped upon himùcompany more his style.
"And who're you," he asked, leaning in, "to say the company's warm, hmm?" A wink to reassure that he was merely teasing, before turning back to the barkeep who had been such a lovely friend to him that evening. "Another! And whatever the lady's having!"
tag: pippa | notes: sdjsaflkjsdfsd. I should go back to drunk posting.
"Oh, just someone with a good deal of experience with warm company," Pippa said with a wink. She reached out to place a hand on her company's thigh, rubbing tiny circles on his trousers.
She accepted the drink gratefully, taking a healthy drink as soon as it arrived. "My name's Pippa," she offered, leaning in towards him with her hand still on his thigh. "Do you have a name, or should I just call you handsome?" She smiled warmly as she spoke, wondering if he'd proposition her, or if they'd just flirt. She supposed it sort of depended on how drunk he was ...
Drunk as he was, the caretaker suspected he must have the world's best luck. To begin with, there were far worse places to spend a snowy evening than the local tavern. Then came the small mercy that whatever coin he had on him had not yet run outùas surprising a feat as anything. Next, it seemed his latest company had no qualms about remaining as such, if the hand on his thigh was any indication. And finallyùfinallyùit seemed that, by some even greater miracle, he was not too drunk to do something about it, should the opportunity present. Callum hoped it would.
"Cal," he offered gruffly though softly, leaning in ever so slightly to offer up that tidbit of information. He would not have minded being titled handsome, of course, and in a sober state would have made her work just a little bit harder to get a name out of him. Still, this Pippa seemed a straightforward woman, and that much Callum had no qualms with repaying in kind. As if by accident, his left hand moved to lazily graze her back as his right moved the cup to his mouth once more. "Now, what's a pretty thing like you done to get stuck in a place as rough as this for the evenin'?"
OOC | When doing up the code, Callumuse typed "lust" instead of "list". I suspect Pippa is having the desired effect xD
Pippa smiled warmly, squeezing his thigh softly. "Cal," she repeated, leaning towards him slightly. "Well, it's nice and warm here ... and I don't mind when things get a little rough." She winked, removing her hand from his thigh in order to take a swallow of her beverage.
She glanced towards the window; the snow was really starting to pile up out there. "Besides, there are worse places to get stuck, and worse people to get stuck with. And you'll keep me warm if I can't get out, won't you?"
Her free hand returned to his thigh then, just resting there gently. Sipping her drink slowly, she kept her eyes on Cal. He was rather pretty; she might even let him keep her warm. There was nothing wrong with the occasional roll in the hay for fun rather than profit, after all.
She wanted him. That much, Callum decided, was evident to anyone with eyes.
It was a perk of their circumstance, that freedom; only in the lower class, he had always found, could one be free with their thoughts and opinions, their wants and inclinations. "I'll happily keep you warm even if you can," the wizard stated frankly, though whether it was his nature or intoxication that prompted such bluntness, he could not, in that moment, judge. "And I doubt I'm the first with such an opinion."
Pippa smiled broadly. This was quite fun, and she was looking forward to having a bit of fun. "That's because keeping each other warm is a lot of fun, Cal." She winked then, turning her attention back to the bartender for a moment. "Give me a firewhiskey, m'dear."
Now she just had to give him a moment to decide to invite her upstairs, or off to his place, or whatever it was he wanted to do.
"Make that two," he instructed gruffly, placingùprobably too much or too little; at this point, the wizard was not entirely capable of doing that mathùenough coin on the bar top to pay for both. His job might not have paid as much as he would have liked, but it damn well paid Cal enough to get drunk when the mood struck him. He knocked this one back in record time, cracking it a littleùenough to earn the disdainful glare of the bartenderùas he slammed it down on the surface beside him. "You're not æfraid of a bit of cold, are you?" the caretaker inquired of Pippa, the smell of firewhiskey lingering on his breath.
Pippa grinned broadly, a slightly predatory glint in her eye. "Not at all, handsome." She finished off the last of her beverage and stood up, straightening her skirt.
"Lead the way," she said with a bold wink. This could possibly be quite enjoyable. It had been a while since she'd done this just for the pleasure of it, and she was looking forward to it.
Well. It was not often that poor weather worked in his favourùat least not with quite so much ease. With a belly full of liquor and a slight swagger in his stepùfor the wizard had never been unconfident in certain...skillsùhe lead Pippa from the Hog's Head for activities that would, no doubt, prove more entertaining than merely sitting at the bar, for all that firewhiskey was a particular friend of his.
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