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!
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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...
    Some Nights I Call It A Draw
    Private Thread 
    Now that her relationship with her father had improved substantially, Souri no longer felt that being in his company was just something to be tolerated. She had come to enjoy his presence and was happy to come home to him at the end of a long day on her feet. However, even with her warm feelings, there were still behaviors her father insisted on engaging in that got on her last nerve. Currently, the most irritating of these were his persistent attempts to find her a husband. 

    Though Souri had explicitly stated she wasn't interested in his particular brand of matchmaking more than once, her protests fell on deaf ears. He'd gotten it into his head that this was a necessary part on his journey to being a better father and would not be stopped by anything. 

    On this particular evening, the moment she'd come back home from work, her father had ambushed her with the news that they would be receiving a late visitor. Had it not been so stressful, Souri might have found her ensuing scramble to make the house (and herself ) presentable somewhat amusing. While hiding their clutter, Souri wondered who her father had roped into his latest scheme and how exactly he'd convinced them to visit so late. Whatever his methods, Souri was sure that she'd end up having to apologize profusely. 

    She'd just finished changing into something less sweaty and food stained when she heard her father's booming voice greeting some unfortunate young man. She hurried out to intervene. 

    "Hell - oh! Mister Richardson!" How utterly embarrassing! Leave it to her father to pick a man she actually saw regularly and couldn't avoid for the rest of her life. Though, perhaps Mister Richardson could be convinced to frequent The Three Broomsticks instead ...

    "I was not aware you'd be joining us this evening." She resisted the urge to shoot a fierce glare at her father. "Please, sit. Would you like some tea? Or something to eat, perhaps?" Since it was too late to turn him away, she resigned herself to being a polite and gracious host. 

    @'Cassius Lestrange'
    @'Overstreet Richardson'
    tag souri avninder in your replies.
    This was going to be terribly awkward.

    Richardson had been startled, and when he was startled he was more likely to be agreeable, and apparently that extended to obvious matchmaking schemes. He was a terrible choice for matchmaking for a multitude of reasons - he had a live-in brother, asshole friends, and a drinking problem. R thought that these ought to outweigh his decent career, but apparently they didn't.

    He also wasn't attracted to women at all, but seeing as this wasn't common knowledge, it wasn't an excuse he could use. So he had agreed, and he actually liked Miss Avninder, and so he came relatively well dressed and with a strong desire to sink into the earth.

    Richardson offered her an awkward smile when she appeared. "Something to eat would be lovely, Miss Avninder," he said, hands clasped together in front of him like some sort of monk. Ugh. 
    As she turned to go to the kitchen, Souri gave her father a distinctly unhappy look. While she had nothing at all against Mister Overstreet and actually enjoyed his company, she still didn't appreciate the clumsy attempt at matchmaking.

    She arranged a selection of mince pies, thickly cut cheese, and dried meats onto one of their nicer platters as quickly as she could. The less time Mister Overstreet spent alone with her father, the better.

    Upon returning to the sitting room, Souri set the platter down on the low table near the sofa. "I put the kettle on so there'll be tea in a bit. Feel free to help yourself in the meantime." She sat stiffly and tried very hard to keep herself from wringing her hands due to nerves. "Have you been well?"

    @'Cassius Lestrange'
    @'Overstreet Richardson'
    tag souri avninder in your replies.
    Overstreet sat down and moved his hands to his lap. He rubbed them awkwardly against his knees while he was alone, and then finally settled for keeping them clasped in his lap again. He considered escape methods until Miss Avninder returned with her platter. 

    "Thank you," Richardson said stiffly, "I'm well. And yourself?"

    "Fine. Tired." She cast a sideways glance at her father who was still hovering near the sitting room's entrance. Their eyes met and something in her gaze must have conveyed how little she wanted him there because shortly afterwards he was rattling off an excuse to duck out for an unstated amount of time.

    "Sorry about him," she murmured. "He's ... uh ... he means well." Her father's intentions, no matter how good they were, did little to erase the inconvenience or awkwardness of this situation. "Why did he ask you to come here, exactly?" Souri could guess, but she wanted to know for sure so she could tell her father off with the appropriate level of detail later.

    @'Cassius Lestrange'
    @'Overstreet Richardson'
    tag souri avninder in your replies.
    "He asked me to, and I quote, 'meet his very charming daughter,'" Overstreet said, with a wry smile. "And was not dissuaded by my telling him we'd already met." At least Souri seemed about as interested in this entire event as e was, although presumably for different reasons. (Could be the same reasons, but he did not know her well enough for that assumption to be made.)