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.
Hearing a tapping on her window, Abe furrowed her brow and walked over to it, seeing Cordie û Ezra's new owl û perched on the ledge holding a note in her beak. She smiled and opened the window, gathering Cordie up onto her arm and taking the letter from her. She gave Cordie a small pet and took the letter from her beak, releasing her into the nights air once more and watching her fly off. Abraham smiled as she read the letter, excited to think that she would be getting a cat from Ezra. The thought that he had thought of her when he found it made her happy. He had remembered her saying she'd liked cats, and that was something that filled her with more joy than was necessary, that was sure.
She pondered whether she could go that night to get the owl, uncertain as she looked at the snow that had just begun to fall. Scrawling a quick letter, she decided that yes she could. His address wasn't too terribly far from her own, and she was certain she could make it there and back before it got too bad. She quickly scribbled out her letter and read it over, making sure it didn't sound too eager. She didn't want him to think she was desperate to see him after all. She was not her mother.
Abraham smiled to herself as she folded up her reply to Ezra and gave it to the family owl to deliver. It was getting dark outside, but she didn't mind that she'd have to walk to his home. It was actually exciting to think that û even if only for a few moments û she'd be in his home alone with him. And to think she'd be getting what could possibly be a part kneazle! That was even more exciting, and she was indeed excited to get moving. It would be the first time Ezra saw her out of her work clothes, and she contemplated a moment on putting on one of her sisters old dresses. She quickly dismissed this idea and kept to her slacks and shirt that once belonged to Leopold. She was more comfortable in these clothes, and she knew she didn't need to try to impress Ezra. It would be to no avail, and she wasn't about to be uncomfortable when she knew it wouldn't help her situation any.
"I'm going out, Ma!" She called to her mother, sliding on some shoes and grabbing her coat. It was cold outside, and the snow was just beginning to fall. She knew she'd be able to make it to his house and back before things got out of hand though, as it had just started to snow minutes ago. Fastening the buckles on her too-big shoes she walked out the door and started heading down the street in the slums. She had a hat on her head and her coat wrapped tight against her slender frame. It was really cold, but Abe would brave it if it meant getting to see Ezra again.
It didn't take her long to reach her destination and when she got there she gave three quick raps on the door, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited. She looked down to her slacks and thought that perhaps she should have worn a dress. She didn't know what he'd think about a young woman in slacks like a boy. She swatted the thought away and smiled broadly when the door swung open. "Hello." She greeted.
tag: Ezra words: 590 outfit: boy clothes notes: Kinda blah
The first greeting Abraham likely heard after she knocked on the flat door was a loud sneeze. Although the potentially part-kneazle tomcat kept to Ezra's bedroom. The long, kinked hairs of the feline were everywhere within the small apartment and those were the source of Ezra's allergies. The tomcat's stress levels had been high since Ezra had so rudely uprooted him from its safehaven beneath the floorboards. Ezra had tried a Cleaning Charm to rid the apartment of all the hair, but the tomcat simply kept shedding and shedding! Ezra was surprised that the cat wasn't bald yet with all the shedding it had been doing.
"I'm coming," Ezra announced before blowing his nose loudly. He waved his wand, performing the charm once more to try to rid his new home of the excess fur. He shuffled to the door and could see the curious feline poking its fluffy head outside the door. Ezra suspected its tail was swishing irritably behind it and its eyes were narrowed upon the door. But Ezra had been wrong because the tomcat, "Elam" as Ezra had called it, had disappeared back into the bedroom and was likely hiding under the bed. That's how the kneazle-tomcat got its name: it hid... a lot.
Ezra opened the door, greeted by a curly-haired, rosy-cheeked, and red-nosed Abraham. It was the first time he had seen her out-of-uniform. He was somewhat surprised to see her walking around in men's clothes, but he recovered from the surprise quickly, realizing that such an attire suited the young girl. "Thank you for coming on such short notice," Ezra said stuffily, making his voice sound particularly funny with his heavy accent. "Please, come in," he added hurriedly, stepping out of the young Trelawney's way, allowing her access to the small parlor.
The flat wasn't very large, but it was not as small as Ezra's apartment at the inn. Moderately said, it was comfortable; though the furnishings were not nearly as nice as Hog's Head's had been. A small but impressively warm fire lit most of the room with a few mounted oil lamps burning to add additional lighting to his living space.
"Would you like me to take your coat?" the gentleman inquired. "Or would you rather keep it on?" he furthered with a smile. Ezra himself was sporting only his vest over his long-sleeved shirt. His coat was hanging on the rack near the door. "Forgive me for my attire, but it's a little too warm for me to keep my coat on," he admitted contritely.
Ezra speaks with a Dubliner accent.
THIS GORGEOUS SET IS BY NOLAN!
She smiled as she stepped into his home, scanning the room to see if she could catch a glimpse of his impromptu house guest. She was excited to see what could possibly be a half kneazle. She did so love animals, and cats were no exception. When he offered to take her coat, she slid it off her shoulders and handed it to him. "So where is this house guest of yours?" She didn't look at him with her words, still scanning the room as she was for any sight of the cat. She couldn't wait to meet it, and only hoped that it would like her. But animals usually did, so she doubted she'd have a problem.
Finally looking to him she noted that he looked somewhat sick. Surely this was an effect of the allergies, and she frowned slightly. "You look sick. I should probably gather the cat and get out of your hair so you can start feeling better." She didn't want to leave quickly, but he didn't look so well and she didn't want to make him stay in the company of the cat any longer than necessary. She didn't want him to be ill in any measure, after all. "Where is he?" She looked around once more, finally catching sight of the creature. It was peeking at her from behind a door, giving her an inquisitive look before throwing a leering one to Ezra.
She couldn't contain the laughter that erupted from her. It was positively charming looking, and she wondered what Ezra had done to earn such a glance. With that simple motion, she had no doubts that this cat was part kneazle. No normal cat looked at people with that much intelligence in its eyes. "Oh my! He's positively darling!" She walked slowly over to it, the cat meeting her half way and purring loudly as it rubbed up against her legs. It seemed he liked her and she was thankful for that. "Hello sweetheart. I'm Abraham, your new owner." She bent down to pet the cat that was dark in color and exceptionally nappy in texture. His orange eyes stared up at her in greeting as he continued to purr violently, rubbing up against her still.
"Have you been calling him anything, Ezra?" She asked, picking up the cat and stroking behind his ears. He seemed to like the motion and head butted her appreciatively. She gave a small kiss to his head, already completely in love with him. He was nappy and dark and quite large, so she was sure she looked a site holding him like a baby in her arms. She didn't care though, he was absolutely precious and she was infinitely grateful to Ezra for having saved him for her. Smiling so widely she could feel the strain on her she continued to pet the cat, rubbing his belly tentatively. He seemed to like the motion so she continued as she looked to Ezra.
She couldn't even express what it felt like to have a gift from Ezra, in any capacity. And for it to be a gift such as a half kneazle made it all the more amazing. She would cherish the cat, whose name she didn't yet know. She continued to smile and coo over the tomcat who was basking in the attention she gave him as she waited for Ezra to answer her question.
tag: Ezra words: 569 outfit: boy clothes notes: ^^
Ezra managed a jovial laugh despite his haggard appearance. It was true; he was suffering greatly from having the half-kneazle in his flat. His eyes were bloodshot and watery; his eyelids were red and swollen; and his nose was stuffy and a bit raw from blowing his nose. He also had a headache, which became worse with every sneeze. It was the worst he had felt in months, but the man wasn't about to complainùor shove his dear friend out the door the moment the cat seemed to take a liking to her. No, he was not so insensitive.
"I don't wish to hurry you away," he said, pulling his handkerchief from his trousers' right pocket. "After all, I don't expect this will be a quick and easy process." He blew his nose loudly and then sniffed, pocketing the hanky once again. "Sorry," he mumbled, sniffing a little again.
"The Creeper hasn't left the bedroom." Ezra pointed to the only other door in the house aside from the front door. "He likes to hide under the bed most of the time, but I've spotted him on the bed a few times, too," Ezra added before his friend spotted the cat poking its head out from behind the adjacent door. Her reaction to seeing the cat made Ezra smile. He was glad that she liked the critter and, which surprised him a little, was the cat seemed to be immediately taken with her. Ezra nearly gawked as the cat came out to greet Abraham, purring like it had a little motorcar stowed away in its throat. He watched as Abraham introduced herself, stroking the cat's coat as it rubbed against her leg.
"I've been calling him æElam,'" Ezra replied, his arms were crossed over his chest as he watched the lady and cat interact. "It means æhidden,' which I thought was appropriate, considering he was hiding under the floorboards and he took to hiding in the bedroom. But I must admit that I sometimes call him æCreeper,' too," Ezra said with a crooked smile. The cat seemed to glower at him when he said the name "Creeper." Obviously, the feline didn't appreciate such a title.
"He seems to be as taken with you as you are with him," Ezra said, smiling widely as Abraham cradled the cat in her arms like one would cradle a baby. "I'm glad for that. I was a little worried that he was more intent on being feral than tame."
Ezra sat down on the worn couch in the sitting room and crossed one leg over the other. He sniffed again, taking his kerchief to his nose again, and wiped away whatever drips might have been trying to run out. He continued to watch his lady-friend coo and fawn over her new pet. Ezra was glad he could bring her such joy with such a gift. He knew that Abraham would take excellent care of the tomcat and that the tomcat would take good care of her. Elam would be another friend to add to her small but growing circle.
Ezra speaks with a Dubliner accent.
THIS GORGEOUS SET IS BY NOLAN!
Abe smiled at the name that Ezra had given him. It was a lovely name, and as the cat was probably already used to being called such, she decided she'd go with that. "Sir Elam." She said with a smile. Yes, that would be a great name for the cat that was nuzzled in her arms. She already loved the fluffy, nappy creature that was purring so loudly in her arms. She gave a slight giggle as he nuzzled her arm and looked to Ezra who was sitting now with the widest of smiles. "Thank you so much, I simply adore him."
She was enjoying the weight of the cat in her arm, and she could tell he would be a good friend to her indeed. The way he nuzzled her and purred, begging for her attention told her as much and she was glad to know that the part kneazle was at least as fond of her as she was with him. When Ezra pointed out the fact, she smiled broadly. "No, I think he's just a sweetie, not feral at all. But I suppose he could be more fond of women." She said that as a nicer way of saying æHe doesn't seem to like you'. She didn't understand why anything could dislike Ezra, but she wasn't about to force the cat on the man. It didn't seem like they'd ever have a good relationship, Ezra's allergies considered.
Placing Sir Elam as she decided he'd be called on the ground to let him weave between her legs she stood in the middle of Ezra's small flat, hands clasped before her and rocking back and forth on her heels. She wasn't entirely sure what to do or say next. She figured she should just take her leave, but as she looked out she saw how hard the snow was coming down and how suddenly it had begun. Her eyes widening, she walked to the window and looked out as the snow fell in a flurry of motion. She wouldn't be able to walk home in that kind of weather, that much she knew for certain. "It seems I'll have to impose on you longer than I intended. The snow is coming down rather hard out there." She turned back to look at Ezra with her words.
Sir Elam was still trailing along behind her, standing up and dancing next to her as though asking to be picked up again. She didn't even give it a thought before she caught the cat up in her arms once more, nuzzling him and giving a soft kiss to his nose. She was absolutely taken with the creature, and she could still hardly believe he would be hers. She'd be certain to feed him well, that much she was sure of. She didn't make a whole bunch of money at The Hog's Head, but she knew she made just enough to support the feline.
Walking over to the couch where Ezra sat, she inched towards the edge farthest from him and said "Do you mind if I take a seat?" hovering for when he would say she could. She knew he would be fine with it; he was a kind man after all. He wouldn't leave her to be standing all night long, especially now that she would have to stay longer than anticipated. Placing Sir Elam on the ground once more she said "Off with you for now." Watching as he did as she said and pranced off into the other room once more. She smiled to herself and once more thanked whatever higher being there was that Ezra had entered her life.
tag: Ezra words: 611 outfit: boy clothes notes: LOOK AT THE BUTTON IN MY SIGGY. ITS FOR ABE AND EZRA
Ezra shook his head, still smiling. "No thanks necessary, Miss Abe," he said. "You know very well that you're doing me a favor, too, by taking him." And as if on cue, Ezra sneezed loudly. He sniffed a bit, thankful that he didn't need to pull out his handkerchief for that sneeze.
Abraham's subtle comment about Elam's obvious dislike for men made Ezra chuckle. "I suppose so. I had hoped it was because I ripped him up from underneath the floorboards. I thought he'd forgive me eventually, but it seems you may be right." Ezra eyed the part-kneazle steadily, whom eyed him just as steadily back. The dislike that Elam felt for Ezra was obvious on the feline's fluffy face.
He watched Abraham set Sir Elam down and as she walked towards the window. The snow was coming down quite heavily now. The weather seemed odd to Ezra. He had certainly never seen snow come down like it was coming down now. It was practically pouring. Abraham seemed to notice too. Ezra shook his head at her admitted imposure. "I wouldn't think of sending you out in that, Miss Abe. You'd catch your death!" He was now sitting forward on the couch, watching the snow outside the window. He was going to need to put more logs in the hearth soon.
Ezra was still staring at the snow, his eyebrows knitted together curiously and concernedly, when Abraham approached him. "Oh, forgive my mannersùor, rather, lack of them. Yes, please, take a seat!" Ezra scooted over a little more, his leg pressing against the arm of the couch now, leaving plenty of room for his guest to sit. He didn't wish to sit too closely to his friend, lest he overstep the bounds of their friendship. Sitting too closely to a woman could be viewed as just that.
As Abraham seated herself, Ezra smiled and asked, "Would you like anything to drink? I could make some tea or I bought some cocoa from Honeyduke's the other day."
Apologies for the delay and the post itself - it's not very good.
Ezra speaks with a Dubliner accent.
THIS GORGEOUS SET IS BY NOLAN!
She took a seat as he made room for her, farther away from him than she really wanted to be. If she had her way she would curl up against him, but that was wholly improper and Ezra was everything a proper gentleman should be. There were times when Abraham fully appreciated this, and other times she wished he was like the louts that hit on her at work. But then, she thought, she wouldn't be so taken with him if he were like that. His gentlemanly nature was what endeared her to him, and she wouldn't change him for the world, that much she was certain of.
When he offered her a drink she contemplated for a moment. Hot cocoa sounded divine, but she didn't want to sound childish. So instead she said, "Tea sounds good, if you don't mind." She didn't want to make him go through any extra trouble on account of her, but he had offered and it would seem rude to decline. Especially since it was becoming increasingly apparent that she would have to be there for quite some time. The snow was coming down harder and harder still, and Abe had to wonder if that was normal. They'd never had snow quite like that before, and it seemed quite unusual.
"The snow really is coming down hard out thereà it's quite weird really. We've never had snow quite like this." She said it idly, looking out the window with her brow furrowed. It was weird indeed and she was worried that she may not get home at all any time soon. This was bad for several reasons: she wasn't sure she could act normal around Ezra for extended periods of time, Elam was giving Ezra horrible allergies, and finally, her mother would be worried sick. Perhaps, anyways. It was hard to tell when her mother would show motherly traits, but she assumed that perhaps now would be one of those times considering how snowy it was outside.
Crossing her arms, she rubbed the upper parts of them and gave a shiver. The snow was coming down so hard, so quickly that it was affecting the air inside Ezra's small flat. There was a part of her, however, that was grateful for the sudden snow storm. It meant more time in the company of Ezra, and she was starting to think she'd never get enough of him. She was wholly infatuated with him, in the worst possible way. She thought of him near constantly, and in his company she always felt soà light. She couldn't possibly begin to explain the feelings he invoked in her, but she was sure they weren't at all normal.
"I really am sorry to impose on you. I know your allergies aren't doing so well with Elam around." She looked down and clasped her hands in her lap. She didn't like seeing Ezra so miserable, which he clearly was despite his hospitable nature. She was just certain he must be wishing her gone. How could he be in the mood for her childish company when he was feeling so down, after all.
tag: Ezra words: 520 outfit: boy clothes notes: abe is smitten like a kitten
"Tea? All right, then." Ezra rose from his place on the couch and retrieved the kettle from atop the stoned hearth. He went to into the cramped kitchen and pumped the water from the faucet. He hoped that the pipe hadn't froze, though the cold was starting to seep into the flat. Fortunately, the pipe spurted out some water and the kettle was filled. Ezra then retrieved the tea strainer and the box of tea leaves from one of the pantries, leaving them out on the small counter to have them ready. He went back to the sitting area and put the kettle on the small hanging rod that hung by the fire. He moved the rod and the kettle closer into the hearth, so the kettle hovered over the heat. It wouldn't take long for the kettle to announce that it was hot.
In the meantime, Ezra looked out the window once more. Abraham commented about the oddly heavy snowfall and Ezra nodded in agreement. "It does seem rather strange. I could see the northern part of England and Scotland getting this sort of downfall, but I would never think the snow would fall so heavily here," he added in reply, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched the fat flakes fall and occasionally stick to the window pane. Ezra shivered involuntarily; it really was becoming chilled inside his place, despite the fire. "Excuse me for a moment," Ezra said, walking into the bedroom. He was thankful that Sir Elam was sitting on his new mistress's lap. Otherwise, Ezra might have not been able to come into his bedroom.
The small room was full of fluff and Ezra could feel his eyes begin to water and his nose begin to itch. There had to be a charm or something that would cure allergies, he thought irritably as he scanned the titles of the books on the bookshelf. He was hoping to increase his "library," eventually. Finding the spell he had been hunting, he smiled and retrieved his wand from the nightstand by his bed. He walked back into the main room and pointed his wand to the ceiling. "Insulo totalis!" A shockwave of magic ran over the whole of the ceiling, down the walls, encased the floor, and vanished. "There! Hopefully that will work," Ezra said with a broad smile before taking his place back on the couch.
The air in the small hut warmed and Ezra felt quite pleased with himself. The Insulating Charm* worked marvellously and hopefully it would hold all winter.
Ezra shook his head at Abraham's apology. "Please, you don't need to apologize, Miss Abe," Ezra said, wishing she would let the matter go. "I'd rather have you here than risk sending you out in the awful weather. I would offer to take you home through the Floo Network, but I don't have any floo powder and, as you can see, my fireplace isn't very large." He was silently worried, too, that if they attempted it, then Abe might get hurt in the process. Abe wasn't a witch, though, according to certain texts, squibs did have latent abilities. As Ezra understood it, squibs were able to see Dementors and other magical creatures that muggles couldn't see. Still, he didn't feel comfortable trying to transport Abe with floo powder because no books or texts that Ezra found said anything about squibs being able to safely use the Floo Network.
The tea kettle began to whistle and Ezra went to the kitchen, grabbing the tea strainer and scooping some tea leaves into it. He went to the fireplace and, using a mitt, pulled the kettle from over the flames. He let the kettle sit for a minute or two before he uncapped the lid and placed the strainer inside. He then recapped the kettle and returned to the couch and let the tea brew.
"Oh, I better get the tea things out," he said before he got too comfortable. He rose again and walked into the small kitchen. He didn't know why, but he felt slightly flustered with having Abe in his home. He wasn't irritated by her, by any means. It seemed like something elseùand Ezra couldn't blame the cat. It perturbed him; it bothered him. But whatever it was, it would have to be ignored for now. He pulled out two small cups, a teaspoon, and a small sack of sugar. The sugar was unrefined and looked like pebbles of honey. He walked back into the sitting room and set the "tea things" on the side table by Abe. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any cream or milk, but I do have sugar if you'd like it," he said with an apologetic smile.
Ezra speaks with a Dubliner accent.
THIS GORGEOUS SET IS BY NOLAN!
Abraham watched Ezra as he moved about, gathering things for the tea. He was quite cute, she found, playing homemaker like so. It made her give a soft giggle that she hoped he hadn't heard as she stroked the cat that had prodded back out and jumped into her lap. She was so happy to have Sir Elam though, and she feared she may never tire of stroking his nappy fur. It wasn't the softest, but once she got over the tangles that were here and there and brushed some out, it was quite pleasing to the touch. She smiled as the cat purred under her stroking, going back to watching Ezra prepare the tea.
He left the pot to boil and went into the other room, returning and pulling out his wand, saying an incantation that she didn't catch. She couldn't help the jealousy she felt in that moment and she felt terrible for it having been directed in his way. But some habits were hard to break, and her resentment of magic was one of them. She feared she'd always feel bitter towards those with the gift of magic, having been born in the magical world but purely without ability to tap into the magic it held. Being in no mood to grump, she went back instead to musing on how handsome she found Ezra to be.
Sure, he was somewhat lanky looking, with big eyes and a prominent nose, but he was still particularly handsome she thought. She couldn't fathom anyone not finding him to be attractive, something that made her jealous of other woman. If they sought after him, she stood absolutely no chance at all. Not that she thought she stood one anyways, but the fact that their attentions to him û which she was sure he held û made it all the more obvious that she would never stand a chance. She gave a soft sigh and continued to pet Elam, running her finger through the knots in his fur and untangling them.
When he came back over with two small cups of tea and a bag of sugar, she smiled to him. He apologized for not having anything but sugar, but she shook her head, telling him in earnest: "I only take my tea with a teaspoon of sugar anyways." She smiled and took the teaspoon from him, dipping it into the bag of sugar then stirring it into her tea. When she was done she placed the teaspoon down and sipped the warm beverage tentatively, enjoying the soft burning sensation it left down her throat. "Delicious." She smiled, hoping he wouldn't feel too bad about not having anything but sugar to go with it.
She didn't like it when he felt down about anything, especially on her account. She wasn't used to such fanciful drinks that she would have a problem with tea and sugar alone. She was after all of lower class as well, she drank and ate whatever she could get and dealt with that just fine. "So, how have been, aside from the allergies? Well I hope." She asked with a smile, still taking small sips of the tea that she found to be delicious. Of course, she was fairly certain anything he made for her would get her taste buds jumping for joy.
tag: Ezra words: 553 outfit: boy clothes notes: still smitten like a kitten
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