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.
February was glad for any chance to go to a ball; after all, the more she was seen, the more likely that it would be that she would find herself a husband. She was quite excited for the season still, and February was pleased so far with her prospects. The gentlemen at the season's events had, for the most part, been true gentlemen -- but she did not so far have her future set.
That was only to be expected; it was hardly as though she had thought that she would have a proposal less than a month after her debut!
The new minister was quite handsome, but quite married, and so February was only interested in him in that he was the handsome new minister. More interesting were the young men (especially those at least seven or so years her senior) who were there on the lookout for potential brides. As she fetched a flute of champagne from a passing footman, however, February managed to get the slight train of her gown stepped on; the accompanying jerk sent the flute in her hand swaying and spilled champagne all down the front of her!
Micajah had felt required to attend the Electoral Ball because he was on the Committee of Experimental Charms and such. He was quite awkward and a little nervous during these sort of events, so it wasn't unusual for him to cause catastrophes. He had taken one a flute of champagne off one of the tables and looked around for anyone familiar before moving from his position. When he took one step, he sadly stepped on the front of a lady's dresses and caused her to spill her drink all over her.
His face flushed in complete embarrassment, Micajah reached over to one of the tables and grabbed a few napkins. How could be be so incompetent to the point where he couldn't take more than a step without causing a problem? "I apologize, Miss. I didn't mean to," he said softly, hoping she would be kinder than to raise her voice at him in front of all the people.
"Oh dear --" February sighed, and then she gave a chagrined smile to the gentleman. "Dear me, I am afraid that trains, even slight ones, are quite impractical for ballrooms! I can hardly wait for them to go out of style. I don't suppose that you can be bothered to fetch me a new drink while I fix this?"
She held out her now sticky and close to empty glass with one hand as she pulled out her wand in with the other. It was quite handy for things like this, magic. She could not imagine how muggles managed!
Micajah was more than grateful when she just smiled and asked him to do a simple task. She asked him to get another glass for her, and he sure wasn't about to reject her wishes. He smiled nervously, taking the glass out of her hand. "Of course, Miss. I'll be right back," he said, leaving to move towards the table where the drinks were. He filled the glass up carefully, being sure not to fill it high enough where he'd risk spilling it.
Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked back towards the brunette, his smile turning into one of fake confidence compared to his previously skittish one. "Here you are, Miss. I really do apologize, I've been known to be a little clumsy at times," he said, handing her the glass.
When the gentleman returned, February had cast a cleaning charm and her dress; she was thankful that silk was out of her budget, as it would have been far harder to return to its previously pristine state.
"Thank you -- and no harm done," she said with a soft smile. "See?" she said as she motioned to her dress before reaching to accept her champagne. "Now, it would simply not be done for you to step on a lady's dress and then not introduce yourself!"
Micajah was glad that the young woman didn't seem to be angry at him—if anything, she seemed amused or playful. The Ravenclaw graduate smiled and nodded, fidgeting with his hands.
"I'm glad that you're not upset with me. My name is Micajah Hornebolt, member of the Committee of Experimental Charms," he said proudly. Ever since he'd begun working on the Committee rather than the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, he'd been much more financially secure.
"February Lynch," she supplied. "It is a pleasure to meet you." She wasn't at all upset by a little clumsiness; she had her less than graceful moments (but just moments) after all.
"Experimental Charms sounds quite interesting," February said. "You enjoy your work?"
Micajah smiled at the younger woman, nodding his head. He did enjoy his work, seeing that it was much easier than having to go reverse accidental magic like he was when he'd finished Hogwarts. He'd recently become a part of the committee, and found himself making much more money than he used to.
"Yes, it's an interesting job," he answered. "We deal with situations involving unknown and unregistered charms, especially those who can cause problems with the environment or living creatures," he said.
"That does sound very interesting, and quite important," February said. In all honesty she was flattering as much as she was honestly interested, but at least it was not a boring topic of discussion. February was something of an academic, and as such appreciated this sort of thing.
"Are you allowed to talk about your current projects?" she asked. If she kept him talking to her, there might be some chance she would strike up some interest.
Micajah thought about her request for a moment, trying to remember the policy for secrecy. There were certain things he wasn't supposed to think about, but those were the more serious cases that could disrupt the normal way of life if someone found out. Some of the cases they dealt with were rather silly, and just the memory of a few of them make him let out a small chuckle.
"There are certain things we can't speak of, but I can tell you that we're dealing with a charm that we're sending curse-breakers on it at the moment. It's a lock charm, one that is a paradox in itself. It allows itself to be unlocked, but its counterpart re-locks it once you finally get it unlocked. It's an old safe that dates back to the fifteenth century, so we're unsure of what's inside," he explained with a smile.
February as momentarily disappointed; that seemed a great deal less like an experimental charm and more like archeology to her, but her smile barely faltered. "That will be quite fascinating to find out!"
She had rather been hoping to hear about some experimental bit of magic that was in development, such as when she heard about newly developed potions ... except, of course, with charms. The process had to be fascinating! Still, she put that minor disappointment aside.
"I see as well that you are able to take time for amusements! No one should work too hard; it puts a person in serious danger of becoming dull." Her tone was light and teasing, and her smile curbed any edges that might have become harsh.
Micajah didn't like to think that his job was boring at all. Their cases were always split in half, some dealing with and reviewing new charms in development, while the other half were cases where unknown charms were being in use that needed someone to figure out what to do about them. He was less likely to speak about the experimental ones that were in development, specifically ones that were controversial.
"It's quite an interesting job. Working for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad was a lot less fun and more work than this one." That wasn't to say that he wasn't a hard worker, but he'd rather do something that was fun and didn't seem like much work.
"Oh, certainly!" February enthused, although his defense when she had already said she thought it so made her secretly suspect the opposite. Not, of course, that she would ever let on about that opinion! "I have given some thought to what I might enjoy should I prove a social flop (I suppose I am much given to having plans and backup plans) and I had thought that something with charms might be fascinating. I have always been a bit on the bookish side."
Micajah could respect that a woman might want to do something other than dote on her husband and children as a housewife. He could imagine that if he was a woman that he'd probably want something to keep himself entertained with during the day. His job might not have been a whole bunch of fun and games, it still brought in a good income and allowed him to have a little more free time than some other men with lower-paying jobs did. He gave the shorter brunette a smile, nodding his head. "There's always a spot on the Committee for a woman, though I suppose you would need to be a tad bit older to do such a job," he chuckled.
"Well then I suppose that I will have time to marry and have children first," February said practically. It seemed that she would be less likely to have full days once her future children were at Hogwarts. "Full days make for productive people."
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