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.
How ironic that it would happen in the season of miracles, for this was one ‘miracle’ Rowena certainly could have done without. She didn’t even have the consolation that it was her choice that had gotten her into this mess- all she had was the knowledge that what had to be done wasn’t her choice either. Medea and Zephyrus were as close to family as she had in this country, and to keep what was growing inside her would have made staying with them impossible.
Thankfully she had known a way to deal with it, and the pennyroyal extract had been procured early Boxing day whilst out walking the children. It was sold to relieve coughs or stop fleas, but Rowena knew it’s more potent qualities- and thankfully also how to infuse it so it wasn’t as deadly- at least to her.
She’d taken the potion as soon as she’d been able, and was now certain she wasn’t with child. Her belly ached desperately, however throughout the rest of the day and for most of the next she’d managed to keep going. It was only that evening, once the children were in bed and Rowena was finally getting to head back upstairs to sleep herself that a spasm overcame her.
Her legs gave way at the top of the stairs, causing her to collapse with a soft bump. Rowena held one arm around her stomach and clasped the other to her mouth to stop the gasps of pain escaping as silent tears threatened to prick at her eyes.
It was generally difficult to surprise Prometheus Yaxley, but Rowena managed it when she collapsed at the top of the staircase as he walked from his office to the library.
His eyes widened and Prometheus could only stare for a moment before he hurried forward and crouched next to his employee, concern written across his face - he reached out with one hand to grasp hold of her elbow, not sure if he wanted to help and haul her to her feet or if just to verify that this was actually happening.
It was.
"Haunui," Prometheus muttered, "Come on, let's get you up."
He didn't know what the fuck was going on; just that it may be less disastrous if it happened on the chaise in his office.
At any other time, Rowena might have been touched by her employer actually showing concern for once- or embarrassed at him seeing her in this state. At any other time, maybe. Right now, she was more concerned at the fact that she might have managed to poison herself to even register the hand on her elbow until she heard his voice.
“I’m fine, Mr Y-” She mumbled as she tried to stand, cutting off with a sharp intake of breath as another spasm went through her midriff. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to stop herself making any noise that might betray her pain, if it hadn’t been otherwise totally obvious she was suffering, and badly.
"I'm not letting you die on my staircase," Prometheus said, wrapping one arm around the nanny's midriff and steering her towards the study. He was sure that Haunui could get him back for this later if she was so inclined, but as it was he was not in the mood to let her die in his staircase or hallway or actually anywhere - she was one of the few adults in the house who didn't semi-regularly piss him off.
“I’m not going to die.” She replied through gritted teeth and she accepted her employer’s support and hobbled to the study, where she pretty much collapsed on the chaise, breathing heavily. Rowena was sure she wasn’t going to die. She’d refuse to even if she had to trip the reaper up with his own scythe. A woman in her village had once died this way, but she hadn’t taken nearly as much potion.
"That's good to hear," Prometheus said, setting her down on the chaise in the office, "I'm sure that it would be incredibly tedious to replace you." He sat down in his desk chair and swiveled it so that he was facing her, hands on the arms of the chair, a curious expression on his face.
Well, if that wasn’t praise, she didn’t know what was. Being tedious to replace. Sounded rather good.
“I-” She began before breaking off in frustration. “I didn’t do anything. Well, not advertently.” Rowena racked her brain for a way to try to explain it. “There was going to be a child- and, well, I couldn’t let that happen.”
"Ah," Prometheus said, "So you used one of those potions." He was actually sort of proud of her - he would have to hire someone new if she had a child, and firing her would have been horrendously awkward after he was the reason she had come to this country in the first place.
He didn't care about the abortion; it wasn't his prerogative.
Rowena was slightly shocked Mr Yaxley did not seem bothered in the slightest, which was good for her, of course, but utterly unnerving. There again, much of what Mr Yaxley did unnerved her at least slightly, but fortunately for her life span she knew to keep her suspicions firmly to herself.
She gave a small nod. “There was no other choice.”
"Well, good for you for taking care of it," Prometheus said in a largely indifferent tone. As long as she didn't die, he actually was fairly proud of her.
Rowena raised one eyebrow very slightly. “You are not angry?” She ventured. If anything else, he seemed rather… bored. There again, it wasn’t his insides presently spasming.
"Not in the slightest," Prometheus said. He smiled thinly at her. "Why would I be angry; if anything, I'm pleased with you." She had gotten pregnant, she had dealt with it, it was never again going to be relevant to his life. He knew he had hired her for a reason.
Rowena nodded slowly. She was rather unsettled- there again, Mr Yaxley had never been particularly prone to being over emotional (or even emotional, really), but this time it was working in her favour.
“I should check on the children.” She commented, getting up to take her leave. She was still in pain, but she was determined to not collapse again.
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