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.
Somehow Quirke had gotten a place on the quidditch team but he hadn't! Spryly didn't think he'd done any better than he had, it wasn't fair. He could only hope that someone on the team had to drop out of school, or stop playing quidditch due to some horrific injury and he could take their slot. That was assuming he'd been anywhere near securing a spot. Maybe he should have tried to make friends with Allaway? He wanted to have gotten on the team on merit alone, but he wanted it so badly that ability and a little bias didn't seem too distasteful to him.
He possibly looked like the most miserable Gryffindor at the table. His arm propped up chin up as he played with his porridge with the other, dipping the spoon into the porridge and pouring it back into the bowl, and repeat. He wasn't really sure why he did it, but without thought he brought a spoonful of porridge up and pinged it across the table. Not realizing what he'd done, he repeated the gesture. Meanwhile, he was trying to think of how he could have improved his try out performance.
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Lizzy wasn't in the mood to have food thrown at her by a second-year. She was content catching up on whatever homework she had for her courses. She glanced up from where she sat as food hit her head. As she did so, another hit her straight in the face. She glared at the kid. "Would you mind not throwing your food?" she asked in a cold, tired, tone.
Spryly looked up, nose wrinkled in displeasure at being bossed, but then he saw the porridge and he cracked a smirk. And then he began to laugh heartily. "You've got something right... here!" he announced between chuckles, indicating at his own face to show just where he meant.
Lizzy wanted to send another glare at the second year, but couldn't bring herself too. At least he wasn't look as down? She sighed. "I'm aware." She wiped the food off her face. She was slightly tempted to throw food back at him, but decided against it. For now.
Spryly continued to giggle even after she wiped his breakfast off her face - her lack of amusement only made it all the more funny to him. He looked down at his breakfast, stole a quick and very brief glance back at her, and then chuckled to himself. "It was an improvement if you ask me," he murmured tauntingly, just loud enough that she could hear. He didn't mean it spitefully, only... teasingly. The good natured variety of teasing rather that the cruel sort.
"Is that so? Then you wouldn't mind wearing some of you breakfast as well, yes?" Lizzy probably wouldn't do anything. Maybe. Mostly because she really didn't want him to go back to being moody. Quiet, but moody.
The threat did little to intimidate Spryly. She was probably one of those prissy girls who wouldn't dream of doing anything like that, especially not in public. Who was going to get the most attention for throwing food? A twelve year old boy or a seventeen year old girl? "Bet you won't do it," he goaded.
Lizzy raised an eyebrow at him. He really didn't want her to successfully talk herself out of doing something she really shouldn't be thinking about doing, did he? "Perhaps not today." she shrugged, setting her books aside in favor of getting something to eat.
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