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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    You have found our archive! Charming lives on here!
    02.05 One last puzzle before we depart!
    02.01 AC? What AC?
    01.26 Impending URL changes!
    01.11 I've got a bit of a reputation...
    01.06 AC underway, and a puzzle to solve!
    01.01 Happy new year! Have some announcements of varying importance.
    12.31 Enter the Winter Labyrinth if you dare!
    12.23 Professional Quidditch things...
    12.21 New stamp!
    12.20 Concerning immortality
    12.16 A heads up that the Secret Swap deadline is fast approaching!
    12.14 Introducing our new Minister of Magic!
    12.13 On the first day of Charming, Kayte gave to me...
    12.11 Some quick reminders!
    12.08 Another peek at what's to come...
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    As his eyes skimmed the morning’s headline, the cup of tea in his hand clattered to the table, breaking off its handle and spattering its hot contents all over him. Nathaniel jumped up in a combination of emotions as he hastily tried to pat himself dry, mind still reeling from what he had just read.

    Minister’s daughter a werewolf. It had been there in bold, black letters, a slap in the face to a man that shared that condition. His first reaction, after surprise, was guilt—but no, he would know if he had gotten out during the nights of the full moon. His family, now all aware of his affliction, would have too.

    How many people like him lived in secrecy, worried they might hurt someone, kill someone, or have their deepest shame become known?

    One less now, it would seem.

    Wide-eyed, he stared at the newspaper before him, now splattered with tea, trying to come to terms with what this meant—could mean—for himself, for his family. Merlin help the poor girl whose life was now over.
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    Cecily didn't get a copy of the Prophet at breakfast, so she still hadn't read the article that had shaken her father so. She nearly spilled her own tea at his reaction.

    "What's the matter?" Cecily asked, her voice a mix of concern and irritation. She sat right by her father's side (one downside of having a relatively small family), so she reached out to take the now damp newspaper.

    The Headline gave her all the information she'd needed.


    Even though her father was a werewolf, and she resented him for it and for having kept it from her for so long, Cee had to admit that he was a careful one. Well, not counting that time he could have killed Theo and anyone who'd gone to that Quidditch Cup market. Could he possibly be behind that attack? The attack of a young girl? The oldest of the Urquart girls couldn't be older than sixteen.

    "Did you-" Cecily asked as her eyes started narrowing at her father. She'd seen him at supper in the full moon days and then she'd assumed he'd locked himself up in his dungeon.
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    Theodore was not particularly a morning person. He had still dragged himself downstairs in time for breakfast with the family, as usual, though he was yawning all the way through his eggs, and not paying much attention to anyone else.

    He tended to wait his turn to read the paper, or just slide out the quidditch pages when their father was finished with them, and leave the rest to when he was more awake. That said, it had been the newspaper his father had been looking at, before Theo had glanced up at shattering china and splashing tea. He craned his neck, but his sister was closer and had already taken the newspaper: he couldn't see a thing. Instead, his eyes, once he had shuffled the now-empty teacup and its broken handle out of the way of further accidents, lingered on his father's expression of utter shock.

    Cee had started talking, but she hadn't read out the headline, had only turned to their father too, and Theodore's mind was careening furiously towards the worst kind of theories of what might be today's news. "Wait, what?" Theodore asked with a furrowed brow, confused and alarmed. "What's happened?" He had a hand outstretched across the table, trying to snag the front page from Cee's grasp, but it would be easier if someone would just explain aloud.
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    No,” he responded emphatically, aghast at the notion. It was not that Nathaniel did not think the beast capable of it, but his wife and children would most surely be aware if he had escaped in the night. It was, perhaps, the one good thing that had come of his family finding out his secret: three extra sets of eyes upon him, scrutinizing his precautions to ensure nothing went awry.

    He took a deep breath to steady himself, relieved, at the very least, to have the offending paper taken from him. His head was roaring, making him oblivious to his son’s confusion.

    “You know her, don’t you, Cecily? This Miss Urquart? Is she the one in your house, or is that her sister?” The one who was in her house, Thaniel corrected himself mentally. There was no way the child could return to Hogwarts now.
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    Cee was actually inclined to believe her father. Ever since she'd discovered his secret she'd made it a personal mission of hers to hate him, but the Ravenclaw in her was too strong for her to ignore logic for her petty hatred's sake. Her father locked himself up in a dungeon on full moons. He wouldn't have had a reason to be out of doors on that night and, if something had happened and forced him to be, she wouldn't have seen him at home for dinner.

    "Not really," Cecily responded to her father, completely ignoring her brother's attempts at snatching the newspaper from her. "I've seen her around Hogwarts." She likely wouldn't be seeing her come September. "She always struck me as a quiet girl. It's a shame that this had to happen to her. She's too sweet to be such a beast."

    This wasn't the time for her to be overcome by guilty thoughts. Her father was a sweet and kind man. He'd been one for all of her childhood and he continued to be that, even if she was too busy hating him to notice. Too busy forcing herself to ignore that part of him.

    Awkwardly, Cee shifted her gaze away to Theodore. Right. "Here," she offered the newspaper somewhat passive-aggressively.
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    There was enough information batted between Cee and their father for Theodore to patch together some idea of what was going on - that it involved Miss Urquart, that it didn't have anything to do with Father - and that alone ought to have made it clear what had happened, but it was not until he had snatched the newspaper at last that the headline struck it home.

    "Oh, no," Theodore breathed, scanning the rest of the article feverishly, trying to catch up. Merlin. It was tragic and terrible but the wave of that didn't hit him until after the relief that it couldn't be their father to blame, he couldn't have been the one roaming Irvingly - someone would have noticed if he'd gotten out.

    Cecily was probably right, too, that she was a sweet girl; undeserving (who wasn't, of that fate?). She was too young for Theo to have really known her from Hogwarts, but as far as he could recall, she had been in Ravenclaw, in their own house. "What'll happen to her?" He said out loud, stunned; though perhaps not so much as his father.

    He knew well enough what it would happen to her on the next full moon, in body - they'd all seen that around this table. But Miss Urquart's situation was also profoundly different - their father had always avoided one facet of his condition - because this time, everyone knew.
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    Silently, she watched daughter and father banter which was kind of nice especially when she remembered what happened earlier in the summer. Though like Theodore, she had become curious on what they were talking about at the mention of Minister Urquart’s daughter. She then gave her copy of the daily prophet a glance and her heart dropped at the news.

    It was already awful that the girl was cursed with the lycanthropy but for it to be broadcast to the whole community, it was too much. Poor girl. “I doubt that Headmaster Black would allow her back at Hogwarts,” And the girl was doomed to be judged by majority of society as a beast.  “What do you think will the Minister do?” she asked.
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    “Resign, if he has any sense,” Nathaniel answered his wife bluntly. “The world is a cruel place for werewolves once they are found out. Miss Urquart will be no exception.”

    For werewolves, and those closest to them, he knew as a werewolf himself. Those were words he had thought better left unspoken. No doubt each person at the table was aware of the danger he brought them simply be remaining under the same roof; he did not want to emphasize that fact, not with this latest round of news.

    “The poor girl,” he added more softly this time, more to himself than to his family. It was a fate that no one deserved, least of all a child who had never even been given the opportunity to wrong anyone.
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    Cee watched quietly as Miss Urquart's fate was being discussed. The poor girl's life was ruined and she didn't even have the chance to suffer in secret. At least Cee's father could live out his life normally, for the most part.

    "It's a shame that they let for them to roam free and do this," Cee commented after a short pause after her father's last remark. Some werewolves were beasts even in human form. Miss Urquart's attacker could have done this for his own amusement.
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    Theodore grew quiet as the conversation continued, bouncing about the family in a way that only cemented all the harsh realities of the situation at once.

    It was still a little bit strange that they were all talking about this so openly. It was Cecily's comment that shook him the most, saw his memory jolt back to years ago and the night he'd found out about his father. “They might not have meant to be out loose that night,” he remarked distantly, not meaning to defend the girl’s attacker - or the idea that werewolves roaming free was ever a good thing - but too vividly conscious of the time their father had unwillingly transformed out in the forest to say nothing.

    He’d heard the werewolf capture unit talking, before, offhand conversations in the elevators and mentions of their assignments in Ministry memos. On the one hand, Cee was right that it was a shame - it was awful - and so one could say they were doing good work... on the other, it was hard to separate their job from the fact that they could, one day, track down some kind of evidence that led right back to this household. And just like their father had said, there was nothing good for a werewolf to come of being found out.

    “But I suppose the ones roaming free are the ones most likely to get caught.”
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    “And they deserve it,” Nathaniel remarked quietly but emphatically. He had only been caught out of sorts three times. Twice he had revealed his secret to his children as a result, but mercifully they had not been harmed. Once he had stolen away a young woman’s future, for which he would never forgive himself. Nathaniel had no sympathy for those who willingly risked the safety and well-being of others. After all, it had been one such individual who had infected him.
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