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.
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"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.
I have the most exciting thing to tell you, but you must promise not to tell a soul, because my grandfather is--well, not exactly pleased by the news, but I think he's adjusting and he'll come around to it soon enough. Anyway, you know that I've been exceedingly bored recently; especially with the season over there just simply isn't enough to fill my time, and my grandfather is no comfort. He's about as sociable as a rock. Well, anyway, I ran into a woman from Witch Weekly in a tea shop and she was lamenting that several of her writers have recently quit--because of the fire, which I'm sure you heard about in the paper recently?--and after talking for a fair bit, I managed to convince her to give me a job as a writer!
It's hardly quite so noble as your poetry, but I think it will be rather fun! I'll be writing fashion articles, mainly--which is sort of an odd sense of empowerment in itself, to think that dozens of married socialites much older than myself will be reading my advice! I'll be writing under a pseudonym (there's no way my grandfather would agree to it otherwise), and it feels so... I'm not sure, devious, perhaps? Like I'm complicit in playing some sort of grand joke on all of the married women who read Witch Weekly and hang on the words in the articles. If I offered any of these women fashion advice to their face they'd laugh at me, you know, for the crime of being unmarried and inexperienced, but now they'll be planning their outfits and decorating their ballrooms based on my advice. Won't that be a lark? And it will give me something to do at all these events besides stand around with unfortunate groups of twittering girls waiting to be asked to dance, because I'll have to be on the prowl for ill-dressed citizens to lampoon.
That is assuming, of course, that it all goes well. I could just as easily write two or three unsuccessful columns and then be fired for being boring. Still, it's a giddy feeling. Not to mention just the idea of having a job when I'm "supposed" to be out searching for a husband--there's something so delicious about the very idea of it. What do you think? Say that you're as delighted as I am, please!
Never fear, I always like a good secret. And this is, in essence, a secret about a secret identity, which is all the more fun! I shall take it to my grave most honourably.
As a disclaimer, I must forewarn you that I have entertained the daytime delusion of setting fire to the Witch Weekly offices myself, once or twice before. I was rather impressed by the girl who did it. The Effects of Debutantism: it could almost be an essay. I am quite sure it renders you all quite insane.
Therefore, my misgivings with Witch Weekly, that old rag, aside - and don't be offended by my honesty, for one thing I blessedly haven't learnt from my writing is how to filter the truth through a pen - I shan't say that I'm not extremely proud of you! Not only am I quite impressed by your sly opportunism, I am thrilled to think of you filling your time with writing of any kind, and not always ensnared by the worse artifices of the season! And I cannot laugh at your logic, there, for it's true, yours will be quite the position of influence! I expect you will be able to reach an audience far greater than the numbers of those who read noble drivel like my poetry! What power you shall have, with all of society as your disciples! I suppose I ought to say wield it well: but by well, I only mean bravely, boldly. Don't spare any one of them. If there is one thing I can admire Witch Weekly for, it is that, among all their dull diatribes, they do at least insist upon making a statement!
In any case, I don't see why your grandfather should complain. It is about the most ladylike writing one could do, and a job that encourages the same kind of social presence you are burdened with anyway. And dear, darling, Ophelia. The last thing you will be is boring! Besides, if they have the audacity to fire you - or, if they do somehow manage to twist you into a boring automaton of a fashion writer - rest assured I shall burn down the offices again myself!
I cannot believe that your involvement will compel me to actually purchase such a monstrosity of a magazine...
Yes, I confess it,
Oh, how lovely! You needn't purchase it if you really feel so strongly about it; they'll send me a free copy for every issue I write for and I'll just send it along to you if you like! I have a subscription already and I don't think my grandfather would even remember to cancel it if I told him to, so I shall hardly need the complimentary copy. Honestly, you're the only one of my friends who doesn't already have a subscription, so you are I think the only one who could benefit from my free copy!
I must take issue with your including me in your essay on debutantism; I didn't even have a coming out until I was already twenty-one and now I'm far too old for that nonsense, so I hardly had the full experience of it like these girls you mention who have been driven insane. I would prefer you didn't set fire to the Witch Weekly offices, though, for two reasons: the first is that I fear you'll be caught and punished and I couldn't bear to see you being hauled around by Aurors; the second is that since it was just done it would be so terribly unoriginal. If you must be subjected to assault by Aurors, at the very least you must do something absolutely spectacular to have deserved it.
In any case, you needn't fear about me becoming boring; I shall do no such thing, and so you will have no cause to set them on fire. As tempting as it is to use my very first article to stab at Hannah Pettigrew, however, I do think I ought to work my way up to anything too scalding; I need to make a reputation in order to rest on my laurels, I think. Anyway! I start in January when the magazine comes back on, but I'm so excited that I've already written my first article. I sent it in just moments ago--which, I think, makes me, officially, a writer! How exciting!
Enclosed you'll find a copy of this week's edition of Witch Weekly. I'd have you guess which article is mine, only I'm too proud of the news to wait for you to guess; I wrote the main article! I only sent it in as another column but the editor thought so much of it that it became the feature--and this is my second main article! I think I must be either much better at writing than I had ever hoped, or else the bar for excellence at Witch Weekly is set very low... and I know that you could probably argue very strongly for the latter, but please be proud of me in any case!
Have you gotten an invitation for this Aphrodite Ball? Of course you must have, I think nearly everyone has. It's meant to be a costume ball, but the invitation said something about 'appropriate themed costumes.' What on earth does one dress as for Valentine's Day? I wonder how many of the men will go as Saint Valentine? I went to the library and found a picture of him to see if there was anything there for inspiration but he looks like a truly unremarkable fellow.
Honestly, though, you have to help me with this costume idea. As the premiere fashion columnist for a prominent magazine, I have a certain reputation to uphold! Of course I'm kidding--if anyone even knew I was the author of those columns I doubt I'd be invited to many more balls, since they'd been too terrified that I'd make fun of them. Still, though, I have to come up with something delightful. Do you think that there would be a way to come as a heart without seeming too morbid? The only other thing I can think of is Cupid, unless I steal the hostess' costume and go as Aphrodite, but that would be in exceptionally poor taste. And Cupid is bound to be a favorite costume of the men, I can only assume, so it simply won't do for a girl who's trying to stand out.
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