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.
December 6th, 1884
3:00 pm — Near the courtyard, in the gardens
@Jamesina Mcintrye
It hadn't been too long since Jamesina and Andrew had made their relationship as official as it was going to get for now. He'd been playing safe for a while, trying not to get caught staring at her; it wasn't really as if he had to worry, though. The two had constantly been staring at each other, and even in those moments they would catch each other they'd offer a soft smile instead of blushing and looking away.
"Jamesina, love, are you staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break?" he asked curiously, his hand holding on tight to her own. They were quite a distance away from any other students, and even though they weren't technically supposed to be alone together they were both lower class—in other words, no one cared as much as they would if it were two upper class students. "My mother and father want me to come home, but I'm not sure I want to. We won't be having a big meal for Christmas day, anyways," he explained.
Jamesina enjoyed their small moments like this. They were close enough to their peers to not be considered being inappropriate and far enough away to enjoy a somewhat private conversation. Besides, they were hardly the only ones doing so. Not too far from them, Mister Justin Adams and Miss Cosgrove were doing the same as them, it seemed like. Then again, the Slytherin duo were betrothed to one another so maybe they had more leeway. Jamesina didn't know for sure and she didn't want to seem rude by asking Miss Cosgrove, however friendly the other girl tended to be.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I will be. Father got roped into taking on late shifts at work and he didn't want to leave me home alone while he was at work so we decided I would stay in school for the holidays," she informed the boy. "Besides, the feast is always so grand here! I predict being stuffed for days," she said with a merry little laugh.
Jamesina thought for a moment on his predicament. "Is it very selfish of me to say I wish you would stay and keep me company?" She asked, somewhat teasingly.
Has a Scottish accent that I won't always write out.
Miss Cosgrove and Mister Adams might have been betrothed, but he doubted the ladies' chaperons cared more about he and Jamesina than the upper class duo. He knew they didn't want either one of the ladies to get pregnant, but it was be more dishonorable for Miss Cosgrove to get pregnant than his Jamesina—not that he planned on impregnating her any time soon.
He knew that Jamesina didn't live in Hogsmeade, so being away from her during the holidays would be a pain whether or not they both went home or just himself. Though being at Hogwarts meant there were more adults patrolling and watching out for any shenanigans; he didn't want to get caught snogging Jamesina on Christmas morning... you know, if she let him. [insert winky face here]
"Hmph, that's definitely a reason to stay here. I know mother and father will be working during Christmas, so I doubt I'd get to spend much time with them, anyways. I'd really rather stay here with you," he said, squeezing her hand in his.
Intervention permission was granted by Miss Kayte.
At the news that one of the ghosts had decided to hide in a flower pot, Barrett had come outside to try and oust them. He usually had good rapports with the ghosts - as ghoul studies professor, he considered it part of his job - and was hoping that he could talk it out of hanging out there for the foreseeable future.
Then he couldn't find the flower pot, so the heavily-bundled Gryffindor Head of House was heading back inside with an only mildly disgruntled expression on his face.
That turned into a full-fledged scowl at the sight of what one of the prefects was doing with a girl. (A girl who was not in his house, relievingly, but still.)
He shuffled over to them.
"I know that you both know better," Barrett said flatly, putting on his heavily-disappointed tone for the sake of Mr. Bingham. He generally took a harmless view towards the minor flirtations of students, but this was a bit much for a public setting, and just because he didn't think that hand-holding was particularly dangerous didn't mean that he was going to let things lie. Especially not when one of them was a prefect.
Thank you to the lord Kayte and her majesty Beanie for stirring up drama >:D
Hearing the teach from behind, Andrew immediately dropped Miss Mcintrye's hand and felt his face heat up. No, did they really have to be the one's caught? There were other students not too far from them in the same situation. Being a prefect, Andrew slightly hung his head in shame, looking up at the Gryffindor Head of House.
"I'm sorry, Professor Keene—I was out of line. Don't get her in trouble, it was all my doing. I take full responsibility," he said solemnly, swallowing a lump in his throat. What would happen? Would he get Jamesina detention?
Before Jamesina had the chance to reply to what Andrew had been talking about, they were disrupted by a professor. A male one. Professor Keene with his disappointed scowl was somehow a bit worse (though not by much) than being faced with Professor Prewett.
She was too petrified to actually speak. "I'll accept any punishment," she managed to squeak out, she just hoped she wouldn't be expelled.
Has a Scottish accent that I won't always write out.
Ugh. The worst thing about students who were immediately and extremely apologetic was that Barrett could not tell whether they were faking it or not; it was easy, he thought, to feign shame.
He waited.
"You both know better, clearly," Barrett said when it seemed that both of them were done, "Especially yourself, Mr. Bingham." He gave a glance to the prefect's badge.
"I'm taking ten points from each of you," Barrett announced, "Do you agree that that's fair?"
Andrew had never been the manipulative sort, but the reason he was mostly ashamed is because he put his dear Jamesina at risk for getting in trouble. He'd given out few detentions as prefect, but he knew they would be too much for the sweet redhead. "Yes sir, that sounds fair," he said with a nod, turning his head to look at the other Puff. They would have to be much more careful when being around each other from then on.
There was no facade in Jamesinas shame and fear. Losing house points? That was more than fair. Professor Keene was clearly a saint! His standing in her mental ranking of professors shot right up to the top five.
"More than fair, Professor," she stated, unable to even look at Andrew at the current moment.
Has a Scottish accent that I won't always write out.
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