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.
Natalie had needed sustenance. She had to admit she had not been prepared before the snowstorm to go without feeding and so by now she had no option but to go out find some poor pathetic human to snack on. Her sister had been wiser than she and hadn't had to feed so soon and so Natalie had braved the weather alone as soon as dusk had passed.
Once in the Hogsmeade Slums, it had not taken long before she found the perfect victim, someone no one would notice the absence of. There was a considerable mess left behind but she could do nothing about that - she had no magic and turning over the snow was the only good she could do to disguise it. Luckily she was wearing mostly black and so none of the bloodstains could be easily seen upon her clothing.
She had intended to go back home straight away but stopped short outside the Hog's Head. Perhaps she would go in for a quick drink... It certainly would be as good as the drink she had just salvaged from the beggar but it would be a different sort of drink. It certainly was tempting and before she knew it, she was slipping through the door into the dimly lit room of the Hog's Head. She quickly ordered a firewhiskey and then took to the darkest corner of the room to enjoy it, hopefully undisturbed.
Why on earth Dylan had bothered to floo to the Hog's Head was beyond him. He supposed that he had been bored at home, what with it mostly just being him and Gwendolyn at home. Callum had never been a very fatherly father, and Dylan was fine with that.
At least the snow had shopped and they were starting to clean it up, but it was still impossible to get around by foot -- especially in the slums. So it was still the floo network. Once at his destination, Dylan ordered a butterbeer and looked around for someone interesting.
He spotted her in the corner. Age didn't matter, just pretty, and she was pretty. Smirking, Dylan swaggered over and dropped himself into a chair at her table. "Hey beautiful."
Dylan has a Welsh accent and works to sound middle class. set by Jenny
She hadn't been sat down long in her little corner of solitude before she was rudely interrupted - or so she thought. The only sign of her disgruntlement was the slight narrowing of the eyes and the tightening of her jaw. She was like a predator recoiling to inspect prospective prey with a cold eye. He was a young one. That much she could tell if not by his appearance but by the youthful arrogance he had shown swanning over to her table and disturbing her peace and of course the compliment was lost entirely on her.
"Often take to sitting where you are not invited, do you, little boy?" she asked, the strong French accent that had yet to dilute permeating her words like poison did the blood vessels. He clearly had no idea what she was, she was sure of it. Not even a foolhardy adolescent would approach his superior in the food-chain unprotected. Though of course, it wasn't as if she and Magalie went around declaring their vampirism throughout the streets of Hogsmeade. They specialized in discreetness.
"Only when I'm entranced by a woman," Dylan said with a wink. He wasn't really banking on this going anywhere, but there was always the chance that she would think he was cute or amusing enough to sleep with.
Of course, if she didn't Dylan wouldn't count himself out; he still might find someone else to keep warm tonight.
He took a swig of his butterbeer, looking the attractive redhead over discretely. She had a rather luscious accent, even in scolding. Hell, she could scold him forever and he'd enjoy it. "I don't suppose I can buy you a drink? When you're done with that one, that is."
Dylan has a Welsh accent and works to sound middle class. set by Jenny
Natalie, unlike some of the more delicate and silly young women that existed, was not drawn in by his attempt at charming her, or whatever it is he thought he was doing, she wasn't all too sure but whatever it was she was certain he was failing at it. "Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow at him, her face otherwise remaining neutral and devoid of particular emotion. "You cannot be out of school yet, I doubt you even know what a woman is. Go crawl back to your mother, little boy." She waved a hand at him dismissively and took a sip of her drink.
He was offering to purchase drinks for her now, was he? Well, perhaps she would let foolish little human stick around. For now. "If you insist," she replied coolly, allowing her accent to curl round the words but otherwise sounding indifferent. She very much wished her sister were present - she was always good company. The best company, even.
"I'm not exactly inexperienced," Dylan said with a smirk. He really wasn't! It had been years since he'd had his first time, and he'd been with as many women as would have him since then. He wasn't exactly discriminating, either -- pretty, female, and willing were pretty much his only requirements.
At least she'd agreed to let him buy her a drink. There was hope! Grinning broadly, the sixteen year old motioned for a waitress, who came over looking rather annoyed. "I'll have a firewhiskey, and another of whatever the lady is drinking." He winked at the redhead, hoping that something would come of it. That accent of hers was certainly exciting, and he'd love to see what sort of exotic tricks she knew.
Dylan has a Welsh accent and works to sound middle class. set by Jenny
She scoffed at him, he clearly didn't realize at all what she was - and certainly not how old. She could be easily be his grandmother's mother, if not then certainly his grandmother's grandmother. The boy was either a school boy desperate to lose his virginity or an equally young boy with an inflated ego when it came to women. Both she found laughable. Of course she wondered for a brief moment or so if she genuinely looked like a woman of loose morals but put it down to the location - respectable women didn't really venture in the Hog's Head, not normally anyway. "I am sure," she replied, not sounding overly convinced about it.
"It is very kind of you to buy a drink for me," she stated flatly. She certainly wasn't going to turn down a free drink, she never did and especially not a free drink of a certain other variety. That was always the best kind of drink. "Tell me, what age are you?"
She was asking for his age. That was never good -- it was usually followed by being shot down completely. "Nineteen," he lied smoothly, hoping she wouldn't pick up on it. Usually he would have tried to pass himself off for twenty-one or twenty-two, but he wasn't sure that this particular lady would buy five or six years tacked on to his actual age. Three would be enough, it made him both 'of age' and old enough that all but the most stubborn of ladies would believe he was a man and not the foolish little boy that a lot of them seemed to assume he was.
"I'm glad you're enjoying the drink, and I hope you don't object to my presence too much. You just looked a mite lonely." He grinned broadly with that statement, hoping she'd let him keep her warm.
Dylan has a Welsh accent and works to sound middle class. set by Jenny
Nineteen. He was practically an infant which of course made it slightly amusing that he thought he stood the slightest chance in hell. "You are but a child," she commented, the smallest hint of amusement in her words, though it was more akin to the sort of amusement one heard in mocking. The only thing she could possibly find interesting in him was the blood currently circulating around his body but she had already fed and didn't feel an urge to do so again for at least a few days. So his neck would be spared. His ego was another matter, however.
"Lonely?" she repeated, following it with a short string of 'tuts'. "On the contrary, I was far from it." she replied, a subtly sharp edge to her words. She took another sip from her drink and wondered when the boy intended to leave her be; before or after she lost her temper?
A child? She couldn't be more than twenty-five or so herself! Sure, he could understand if she'd said that if he'd admitted to being sixteen -- after all, that would have been nine or ten years between them. But nineteen wasn't a child.
"I'm not that young," he said sulkily, throwing back his drink. "I probably know a few tricks that you have never seen," he boasted, pushing away from the table. His pride had been wounded, and she really wasn't that pretty, anyway. There were plenty of far prettier girls around -- hell, he'd slept with girls a lot prettier than this French bitch.
Heading away from the table, Dylan looked around the bar. His smile returned as he spotted another young woman smiling at him from the bar. She might be the sort he had to pay for, but well ... she'd stroke his ego all the same.
Dylan has a Welsh accent and works to sound middle class. set by Jenny
She quirked an eyebrow in amusement as he denied being a child and yet proceeded to sulk like one. If only he could see himself. "Et le petit garþon s'enfuit. Si seulement son dÃpart enfantin qu'on pourrait appeler la sagesse."** She said this as she watched him make for the bar, not caring if he understood her French or not. She would leave soon to rejoin her sister's company. Let the common peasants have their little wine shack back - the drink wasn't even that good.
About ten minutes later, Natalie finally took her leave, debating briefly whether to wait for the young boy to go outside in order to extract revenge for his audacity or not. She decided not - one murder was enough for today, she didn't want to bring needless suspicion upon herself or her sister after all.
**"And so the little boy runs away. If only his childish departure could be called wisdom."
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