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.
I'm writing you this letter from jail. Sort of. It's in Irvingly and it's not much like a real jail, it's just one cell and one very confused Muggle constable. Not that I really know what a real jail is like I was going to lie just there, that bit that I crossed out, but I don't know why I'd bother. You already know that I'm not very great at things and I don't suppose it matters much if you think less of me.
If I tell you about the last time I was in prison, though, you have to promise not to tell Roman. He and Aldous don't know. It was in Portugal.
I don't know why I'm even writing this letter. I don't even know for sure whether they'll send it if I ask and I'm sure you've got better things to do than read it.
Looks like I'm probably going to get off easy on this one, too. A little quick thinking and a few spells that we probably shouldn't have tried to do, after that many drinks, and the Muggle here has no idea who he has in the cell. We gave him fake names and he doesn't have any way to check. They might dig a little harder if we'd done a little more damage, but I think right now they're probably going to let us out later today or maybe tomorrow.
The last time I was in prison was in 1882 and I was there for a whole week. I don't recommend Portuguese prisons, as a vacation spot, or anything. It wasn't very pleasant. The whole thing was a misunderstanding, and eventually they got it cleared up and let me out. They thought I'd stolen something, see, but then they ended up finding it (and the bloke who really stole it), just in the nick of time. I was just about at the point where I was going to write Aldous and beg for help, but luckily it didn't come to that. I never told them because I figured if I did, one or the other of them would put the kabosh on my traveling plans. They have a way of controlling my life that's hard to explain. They might not ever order me around, but between the lectures and the guilt trips, I feel like they get their way any time I let them talk it over with me.
I'm probably not really selling you on marrying Roman, talking like that. I promise he's not a bad brother. I don't know. He doesn't seem like your type. But then, I guess I don't really know what your type is. I guess I don't really know you that well. I guess I probably shouldn't be writing you a letter from a jail cell.
Ben
(written on the back of the previous letter, also not sent)
I'm just going to stop pretending I'm writing you a letter you're ever going to read. I'm writing you because I keep thinking about our last conversation and when you're locked in a jail cell there aren't a lot of things to distract you. Hopefully you never get to figure that out first hand.
I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about the future Mrs. Crouch thing. I don't like it, I know that much. I haven't figured out why yet. I think part of it is that I sort of had this idea in my head about what kind of marriage Roman would end up with, to go along with his fancy Ministry job and his posh clothes and his boring hobbies. Here's how I picture Mrs. Roman Crouch: very thin and sort of spidery, with eyes that are a little too big and long lashes that make her look younger than she is. I picture her perching on sofas and sipping at tea and listening to conversations wide-eyed and only contributing to them when there's a lull. I picture her as a listener, not a talker. A watcher and not a doer. And she'll probably read a lot of books and do a lot of embroidering and write a lot of letters and not leave the house very often unless it's for a daily walk, or whatever ladies do to keep from just melting into their sofas and sitting room chairs.
I don't think you should become Mrs. Crouch. I think you can do better. And I know that I've got no ground to say anything about that... I know that Roman is the exact sort of man your mother would like, the perfect candidate for a son-in-law. And I think he'll probably make someone very content as their husband someday. But I can't really see him making someone happy, and I don't think you're the kind of person to get married and be content. I think you can find someone who can make you happy. I think you deserve that.
I'm running out of room on this paper and I don't think they'll give me anymore if I'm not ever planning on sending an actual letter.
I don't want you to marry Roman.
(just scratched into the margins of the first one, also not sent)
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