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.
The World Wizarding Market. He was promised that it would be a grand time, and his younger sister had dragged him along for the fun. With the two siblings came their aunt who'd promise she'd watch over the young debutante. Assured that his sister would be unable to get into any trouble, George had wandered off deeper into the event.
There were so many sounds that filled the air — sounds of animal cries came from his right side, while an organ sounded from his left. The air smelled like food, but he wasn't exactly sure what kind. Surely there had to be something here for him enjoy, but he wasn't sure what!
After half an hour of roaming the setup, George situated himself in front of a performer who was demonstrating the proper use of a flying carpet. The demonstration had just ended, and George thought that he might find a bite to eat; however, upon turning around, he found himself chest-to-chest with an not-so-friendly familiar face.
"Oh Merlin, it's you again," he breathed, looking down at the blonde.
Colliding with someone was never a cause for joy, but that didn't mean that Cee would display her displeasure so openly. Wasn't that man at least a decade older, too?
"Yeah," Cecily replied warily, her yes narrowing at him. "Do you have a problem with that?" He'd made it sound like she wasn't allowed to go to the same places as him!
Ah yes, she was definitely as pleasant as before. Oh how beautiful she looked with the glare of hatred in her eyes! — not. The gentleman took a deep breath and looked down at the young woman. He'd still had yet to discern who she was and how old she was, but he was quite confident she was far too young to be so grouchy.
"It's you again, as in 'what are the odds that I'd run into you again so soon?' London is a rather big city, Miss," he explained smoothly, cocking a brow at her. "I suppose you've been well since you shipped me off to St. Mungo's? No lasting emotional trauma from our encounter, I hope?" He wasn't sure if he was teasing or being sarcastic; the look on his face probably didn't provide any answers, either.
George held back an eye roll and instead took a single step backwards. "I doubt the World Wizarding Market would be the place of choice for man to abduct a young woman. And besides, I told you I had no intent of kidnapping you." Annoy her, perhaps, but definitely not kidnapping. "What do you suppose I'd do with you anyways?" Did she really think he hated himself that much?
Cecily believed him - now that she knew him better, he didn't strike her as someone who had the guts to kidnap anyone. He didn't strike her as the type to do anything that demanded physical strain. He was far too whiny to be an evil murderer.
"I don't know - experiment on me?" Cee suggested. "Throw me in front of a dragon so you can take pleasure out of saving me?"
He actually smiled — not one of sarcasm or snark, but a truly amused smile. His features softened ever so softly as he looked at the girl who obviously harbored such ill feelings against him; had he really been that bad towards her? He didn't remember bringing her any harm.
"I must have unknowingly done something quite terrible to deserve such assumptions," he said, his voice clear of any taunting or sarcasm. "Was I really that intolerable — so much to make you think that I wish to torture you?" Perhaps speaking with him was torture to her; the thought made his expression drop ever so slightly.
"Please remember that I pulled you into that alley out of concern for your safety, not with the intention of causing you distress. I'm really not that terrible — that I can assure you."
Merlin, did he really take this so seriously? Cee was just bantering with him. Sure, it wasn't good-natured banter, but she didn't actually believe that he would kidnap and torture her.
This was, Cee realized, why she couldn't stand this man. He couldn't take a joke. Witty banter went completely over his head. A good-humoured person would have probably taken amusement out of their previous interactio. Stretton would have found the amusement in that. Then again, Stretton was a fun-loving teenager, rather than a man in his thirties who probably worked a boring desk job.
"Chill," Cecily said in a manner that really showed her age. "Do you take all things so seriously? Have you been cursed to take everything literally all the time?"
His brows shot up. This woman was all over the place — she'd first been truly frightened and screaming at him, and now she was asking him why he was unable to take a joke. He got flashbacks from their first meeting. He doubted she was aware of the inconsistency in her attitude towards him; children tended to do that.
"I can take a joke — given that I have no reason to believe it wouldn't be one. Must I remind you of your combativeness towards me when we met? You truly thought me a serial killer at first. I haven't a clue what you honestly think of me, and I'm not sure you even know."
He paused, taking a moment to allow his eyes to flicker around them. No one seemed to be paying much attention to them as they rowed.
"It's hard to understand you when I don't even know who you are. Would it be wrong for me to assume that you have a name?"
Cee really wasn't in the mood to explain to him yet again why she'd thought him a serial killer a first. Interacting with this man was already draining enough without her having to repeat herself.
"No, I'm a nameless entity that purposelessly drifts through space and time," Cee snarked. She didn't think that he'd be any better at understanding her if he knew who she was. He couldn't get why she might have objected to him grabbing her to a dark alleyway. Clearly, he'd never been a woman. Most men didn't have to fear being taken advantage of and then murdered.
"Ah." It was a single word reply, and he felt that it was all he was going to give as a reply. She obviously had no interest in knowing who he was, and so he wouldn't even try to press the issue further.
"Well forgive me for raining on this beautiful day, Miss Nameless Entity. Unless you should have a reason for me to stay—" Which he was almost positive she didn't, "—I will leave you be." And he would hope that he'd never inconvenience her again with his presence — it was so very blatantly unwanted.
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