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.
Ichabod sat in the window of the hotels dining room. It was a nicely appointed room, bright, airy, all the things that a pleasant breakfast room should be. The room was a little too pastel for his tastes – it all felt very muggle….but the tea was hot and the toast crisp and that was really all he asked. He was waiting for a woman, something that Ichabod Malcorvus had never, in all of his years, ever done. However, this one came with recommendations and the right family background, and was therefore, he was assured, worth the waiting for.
He ordered the waitress to refresh his tea pot, which had gone cold, and the dregs were far too over stewed to be drunk. As he consulted his pocket watch he also instructed that she set another place, as the lady would be arriving at any time. As the new pot was brought, he changed his mind and asked the girl to bring coffee as well. For a start he wasn’t sure what the lady would prefer, and since he wasn’t sure how many other suitable pureblood women were available in the Hogsmeade, so he needed to secure this one, or his entire plan would be scuppered before it began.
As the lady entered he pushed his chair back and stood, offering her his hand to shake. Bowing wasn’t as much in fashion in the states as it was here, and the whole concept seemed to very backward – and rather muggle for his liking. ”Good morning Madame, I am Ichabod Malcorvus, of Boston” he introduced himself formally to the lady. ”I’m so pleased you agreed to meet me about this wonderful venture. Please excuse the location, I am staying here until my residence is complete”
@'Ursula Black'
Ichabod is aloof but generally polite to halfbloods and muggleborns, but affable with purebloods, and known purists. It is unlikely that he would have given you a reason to think he was an ass.
Had Harriet been as unbearable the last time she had lived with her? Moira had her doubts. Relying on her sister-in-law for a roof over her head was even more offensive to her now that she had had a taste of true independence, not to mention the woman was simply insufferable regardless. As such, she had been keenly looking for an occupation of some sort to come along that might provide her with the opportunity or means to once again have her own dwelling.
Finally, something had turned up and as a result, she now found herself in the dining area of the Sanditon Resort. It was the first time visiting the place but she was hardly there to sight see, she was there to find out more about the job and, she supposed, to make a decent enough impression to secure it should she decide she definitely wanted it. Currently, her biggest reservation was that her would-be employer was American.
This innate failing made itself quite obvious when he extended his hand to her as though she were a man. Was that how it was done across the ocean? "Good morning, Mr. Malcorvus," she greeted in return. Hesitantly, she extended her hand to "shake" his. She held his hand with her thumb and two fingers and, ever so delicately, made an up and down movement. "Hopefully, it won't be a long wait." It wasn't an unpleasant place exactly, but it wasn't to her taste.
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