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.
Theo, while a hard worker when he put his mind to it, was also prone to spells of immaturity. It wasn't a great trait for an Auror-in-Training but it was also one he was likely to grow out of in time. Not to mention, he was pretty good about not acting like man-child when the moment called for a level head and sound judgement. His immaturity was at least an improvement on the perpetual anger he had carried around with him for so long after his brother's supposed death.
A good friend and fellow Auror-in-Training had agreed to meet with Theo on their lunch break and of course he decided it would great fun to startle him by hiding behind a wall and jumping out at him. His plan would've gone off without a hitch if his friend hadn't been called back by one of the higher ups in the auror office and delayed his lunch break.
Theo stole a quick glance from around the corner he was hiding around and spotted a dark haired young man walking towards him. His head was bowed so he couldn't make out his face and as such, he felt confident that it was his friend. He waited patiently, listening to the footsteps as they drew closer. When the time was right, he made the kind of noise one might associate with a slapstick pirate impersonation and leaped at him as if he was aiming for a piggyback ride.
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Nemo had spent far too much actually in the office in the last week and it was... not always his favorite. He much preferred to be out and about actually working with people rather than stuck behind his desk doing paperwork. His ass hurt by the time lunch rolled around and Nemo practically skipped out of his office. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was as he made his way to the break room and so started to forage through his bag, hoping to come up with an apple or something easy to inhale while he walked.
Unfortunately didn't have time to find much of anything as his bag was knocked from his hands when somebody jumped on him unexpectedly. Between his surprise and his gangling limbs, Nemo toppled forward with the added weight, falling face-first into the marble floors of the ministry, just barely managing not to break his nose again or any of his teeth.
"What the fuck?" He grumbled, wondering just what had gotten into the building this time (he was wary after the pixies), but couldn't move to see from his splayed position on the floor. Nemo was not typically one to swear, especially at work, but this seemed appropriate for the incident!
The expletive mightn't have sounded so out of place if it hadn't have been in a voice that was both unexpected and familiar. It was a little difficult to double-check his victim, however, when they were sprawled on top of one another on the floor. Theo had hit his head in the fall and was seeing stars but he had enough of his wits still about him that he was aware he'd ambushed the wrong person.
"S-Sorry," he slurred, clapping a hand to his head and scooting away from the other man. He sat himself up and gave his head a good rub for extra measure. "I thought you were someone else, Burton must've been held up," he said the latter part mostly to himself. Damn it, Burton. The pain in his head was starting to subside and he stopped rubbing it, it was then that he realized that he recognized the other young man. The question was, had he been recognized yet? Theo hoped not, he had liked Fisk but things had gotten awkward with Lupus and Fisk's sister and then Lou had "died" and shit.
He stood up quickly - too quickly actually - and was thinking of making a few hasty apologies and then fleeing but good nature won over and instead he extended a hand for the other man to help himself up with. He did divert his eyes and lower his face a little, hoping the longer hair and lack of puppy fat would make him less recognizable. He'd been an anti-social punk once his brother had died and now he'd just tackled Fisk out of nowhere...
Well at least he wasn't bleeding this time. Silver linings and all. With the wind knocked out of him however, it took him a moment to recover, laying on the cold marble floor splayed rather haphazardly. Once he could at least catch his breath, Nemo moved to a sitting position, finally getting a glimpse of his assailant. The last person he expected to see was Theo Jameshill. Zelda sure, but not Theo.
He wasn't too hard to recognize, they hadn't talked in a long, long while, but Nemo and Theo had been friends once upon a time and their siblings had been... entangled to say the least. When things went to shit everything just kind of fell by the wayside, but Nemo was pretty sure Theo remembered the younger members of the Fisk family at least.
They were kind of hard to forget actually.
"S'alright mate, you think I'd be used to it." Nemo rubbed his elbows gingerly. "You alright there?"
Theo was 99.999999% certain that his attempt to go unrecognized had failed. So much for his auror skills. It had been a very poor attempt anyway. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he dismissed quickly. He scratched his head out of awkwardness rather than itchiness and finally dared to look his former classmate directly in the face. "I'm not the one sprawled on the floor still," he pointed out sheepishly, offering an apologetic grin to the other male.
"I hope I didn't break you," he added jokingly. It was awkward, very awkward, at least for Theo anyway. A part of him wanted to just ease back into the familiarity like an old pair of socks while another part of him was acutely aware that things were awkward now and he couldn't really just act like nothing had happened when it such a big nothing had happened that they weren't really friends anymore.
That was true. Now that Nemo was sitting, assessing the damage, he found it was little more than having the wind knocked out of him and a few bruises. "Zelda has done far worse, I'll survive." He assured his old friend with a goofy kind of lopsided smile.
"But I'm more interested in if this is how you greet all of your co-workers?" Nemo joked, moving now to stand, waiting for something to crack. The motion was a little stiff, but he made it to his feet without too much trouble. Stretching out his arms, he then pushed his hands into his lower back trying to ease out the jarred feeling in his spine.
Truthfully he shouldn't be so... casual, considering everything that had happened between their families, but it felt like so long ago, Nemo didn't see the harm in being friendly now.
Theo laughed sheepishly. "Ha not all of them, aurors are surprisingly serious." At least in Theo's experience, but that likely had much to do with his immaturity and brashness. He got the impression that many of them thought he didn't take the work seriously enough or put enough effort in to it but he did actually know how to work hard, he just didn't feel the need to be so stern about it.
"How is your sister these days?" Maybe that wasn't the best tact, he hurriedly added, "And you?" He coughed and then continued before Nemo could really get a word in. "What department are you working in now? The muggle artifacts misuse department?" Too many questions, oops. It was muggle something though, wasn't it? Having not really been friends with him in several years, it was really a blessing he knew that much, or thought he did anyway. The only reason he even knew is from things he'd heard from other people, it was the sort of information that filed away in the back of your head for no real reason, the kind of thing that stood out in conversation because you knew the person well.
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