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.
As the healers had promised, she was free to return home that Sunday. They gave her a last spoonful of various potions and gave one to last for the rest of the month, but, other than that, she had been completely healed.
A nurse had helped her get into some warm clothes that had been brought from home the day before and she went to meet with her uncle Prometheus in the hospital’s lobby. She was relieved to see that her mother had not come as well. While she adored the woman, she wasn’t sure if she would have survived the embarrassment of a potential scene.
“Thank you for coming, uncle,” Clemmy softly said, as niece and uncle made their way out of the hospital and started walking to some designated spot where carriages for rent were stopped.
Some murderous idiot had nearly sent everything into chaos with no warning at all, and Prometheus had been infuriated ever since the accident had happened. The so-called 'Debutante Killer' had better hope that the aurors caught him before Prometheus did, because there was a slow death in store for him if Prometheus managed to get his hands around his neck.
Luckily, Clementine was fine now, and was on her way home.
Prometheus had waited in the lobby, tapping his fingers against the surface of his chair, and had been smiling wanly ever since she had been released.
"You're welcome, Clementine," he said, offering her arm as they approached the carriages, "The healers remembered to give you your potion to take home, didn't they? And you feel well enough to come home?"
Clemmy slightly raised the bag in her hand, that contained the potion in question. The bottle would last for about two or three weeks, which was as long as she needed to take it. “I’m feeling perfectly well, uncle. You needn’t worry!” She had been feeling well since day one, really. After the healers had fixed her broken bones and she had had a good night’s sleep she was as good as new.
“Mother is not too worried, is she?” she asked. She had already prepared herself for dramatics. She still wanted to be assured that her mother wouldn’t think she was half-dead or something.
Prometheus had not actually been paying much attention to Cecelia. He had been far too busy dealing with his own things to look into that - he made a mental note to apologize and claim that he had been too worried himself, should the matter come up.
"Of course she's worried," he said, because he assumed that she probably was, "But I'm sure that she'll be fine once she sees that you're safe."
Uncle Prometheus was alright. Still, Clemmy was not really looking forward for potential, well, drama. From what she had seen of her mother during the time they had spent together, she felt safe to assume that she was a woman easy to worry. She didn’t want to be welcomed home in tears and screams or anything of that sort.
“I imagine that I will not be allowed out of the house for a while,” she commented. “With the man who attacked me possibly still on the loose!”
"We'll have to be very careful," Prometheus agreed, "At least until he's caught by the aurors." Or until Prometheus found and murdered him for throwing a wrench into his plans; he could not abide by that, nor could he abide the particular level of idiocy that the so-called debutante killer had demonstrated.
“I suppose it will let us all have quality time as a family!” Clemmy commented, ever optimistic. “We could hold small concerts in the evening. I could play the piano and we could all take turns to sing!”
Thinking of it, she had never heard Uncle Prometheus sing. Or her mother. What was her mother’s voice like? Did she have a good singing voice? Had she inherited her musical talent from her? Suddenly, Clemmy was somewhat curious.
Prometheus could not imagine anything he had less interest in doing with the family, except perhaps go on quaint little picnics in the snow.
"That sounds lovely, Clementine," he said instead. He would likely be able to come up with a decent excuse if they did actually do this - at least Clementine was good at playing the piano.
“You and Mother must sing a duet!” Clemmy continued, because she couldn’t possibly imagine that her uncle wouldn’t want to do this. In her mind, this would be the best way for the three of them to bond like the family they had become.
Prometheus would much rather hex himself in the face. It was only years of practice at keeping a perpetually-neutral expression that kept him from grimacing.
"I'm not a very good singer, I'm afraid," he said in a measured tone.
For fuck's sake. It seemed that he was going to have to find an excuse to be out of the house - which was more work than he would have liked to invest, but it was not as if the girl was leaving him with any other options. (She was too important to shout at, at least at the moment.)
Clemmy could see that her uncle’s smile was forced. Obviously, because he was shy and insecure about his singing abilities! She had probably been a bit cruel, bullying him like that!
“You’re always so kind, Uncle,” Clemmy told the man with a smile. “Thank you for being so kind.”
"I simply do the best I can," Prometheus said sincerely, smiling at Clementine. It reached his eyes, possibly because he really was relieved that his niece seemed to trust him so genuinely.
"I know," she said with a soft smile. She and her mother were truly lucky to have Uncle Prometheus. She was sure that if he could, he'd do everything in his power to help Honoria and her siblings too.
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