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.
DATE: March 7th, 1884
TAG: Open
WORDS: 226
OUTFIT: HERE
NOTES:
She felt like some primped and powdered doll, strapped into some hideously uncomfortable corset, topped with a ridiculous pink dress. Her parents really were desperate to be rid of her. If they only knew how lucky they were she was out of the habit of speaking to people, that would truly show up the fact her knowledge or care for social expectations was a very limited thing indeed. Moving with great haste, she escaped the dancing for a moment to contemplate the fact that the boning of her corset digging into her ribs was driving her crazy. Corsets would be the first thing to go once she married and got rid of her husband.
As it was, her Coming Out Ball and a few incidents in the time leading up to it, had left her a little better off where her knowledge of gentlemen was concerned. Instead of smarting over her corset, she needed to attract the attention of one or more potential husbands. Turning, she noted with surprise and pleasure, that one was already approaching her which meant she didn't have to hunt one down for herself. When it was clear he was making his way over to her rather than just passing, she dipped a slight bow. She remained silent, though by now everyone was surely aware that the eligible Miss Flume couldn't speak. ""
It should be noted that Eudoxia is a mute, secretly by choice.
Freddie honestly didn't see the point in attending this ball. He had no intention of marrying for several seasons, and then it would be to a woman who could hold her side in a conversation. Not some meek mute of school age. There again, Miss Sleptova was still at school and she'd certainly been charming.
He was standing by to watch one dance when the patroness of the ball came over, and after a brief exchange Freddie found his father pushing him towards the girl he supposed this ball was in aid of.
"Just be polite and dance. I know you have no intention of marrying a mute, but act your station." The earl hissed in his ear. Freddie groaned inwardly- one of Betsy's friends was really quite pretty, but of course, his station demanded him to at least be polite to the hostess, and if acquaintaince with his daughter was she wanted, then he'd oblige.
Freddie made his way over with a charming smile. "Miss Flume, I presume?" He didn't wait for a reply- everyone knew the girl was a mute. "Frederick Humphrey-Mavis, Viscount Corcrest. Your mother wished for me to make you acquaintaince- you must be about the same age as my sisters, and I believe your mother believed you might get on well with them."
Freddie is formally introduced as 'Viscount Corcrest', but in conversation and in letters is called 'Lord Corcrest' the first time, and afterwards alternatively 'My Lord'
L'oreal worthy set courtesy of Soph!
DATE: March 7th, 1884
TAG: Frederick
WORDS: 144
OUTFIT: HERE
NOTES:
Doxie accidentally let slip a smirk at his mention of her mother's supposed implication about his sisters. Of course she would say that, she'd rather Doxie murdered someone else's daughters in their sleep than her own, the selfish old bat. Realizing a little too late that her smirk might be perceived in such a way as to do the opposite of endear herself to this Viscount fellow, she pulled it into a proper smile, intending it to look every bit as charming as his.
It was times such as these that she felt somewhat tempted to break her silence but no, no she couldn't do that until she was definitely secured a husband, she could surprise her unfortunate new spouse with words before she ended his life. Perhaps the look of shock on his face would be there still after his life ended.
It should be noted that Eudoxia is a mute, secretly by choice.
At least she was smiling? Freddie for once was actually a little stumped for conversation. Normally he’d regale young ladies with tales of his travels, but it was decidedly less appealing when the girl in question couldn’t coo or gasp in response. Asking questions was out of the question too… he was really drawing quite a short straw on this one.
“Would you care to dance?” He offered. She could respond to that with a nod or a shake, and then his parents would also get off his back and let him enjoy the evening.
Freddie is formally introduced as 'Viscount Corcrest', but in conversation and in letters is called 'Lord Corcrest' the first time, and afterwards alternatively 'My Lord'
L'oreal worthy set courtesy of Soph!
DATE: March 7th, 1884
TAG: Frederick
WORDS: 110
OUTFIT: HERE
NOTES:
Dance? Doxie's expression faltered for a moment as she contemplated her minimal lessons in dancing. She had had no need to dance in an asylum, her lessons had been hastily crammed in the last couple weeks and she didn't particularly like it. She wasn't atrocious at it, thank Merlin, but she wasn't an elegant swan either. She nodded obligingly in response.
Maybe dancing would make up for her lack of charming words and cause him to fall in love with her. Not that she really cared about her husband loving her but it would surely be easier to secure one at all if they were drawn to her particularly.
It should be noted that Eudoxia is a mute, secretly by choice.
Freddie got the distinct impression that the girl was just as dissatisfied at this arrangement as he was. Normally he’d have taken it as a slight, but he’d met several ladies already that were far more obliging and eloquent company. Not that she could help that of course. He offered her his arm with a cold stare at his father, who then nudged his mother. With any luck, once the couple of minutes on the dancefloor were over, he could be done with this.
As the band struck up again, Freddie felt compelled to talk again. He should probably pity the girl, he realised, never being able to talk, but he couldn’t bring himself to. She seemed far too sullen and forced. “Are you enjoying your debut so far?” God, this was frankly dire.
Freddie is formally introduced as 'Viscount Corcrest', but in conversation and in letters is called 'Lord Corcrest' the first time, and afterwards alternatively 'My Lord'
L'oreal worthy set courtesy of Soph!
DATE: March 7th, 1884
TAG: Frederick
WORDS: 101
OUTFIT: HERE
NOTES:
She took his arm when offered, as she'd been instructed to when people made such gestures, and reluctantly allowed herself to be taken into the dance. He spoke again. Doxie wondered if people were supposed to talk while dancing, none of her other partners had really done so, probably because they knew she could talk back. She gave a short nod, knowing full well that to shake her head in a negative response wouldn't help her catch a husband. Hopefully once the ball was over someone would claim her like a lost sock and she'd be on the path to freedom.
It should be noted that Eudoxia is a mute, secretly by choice.
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