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.
It was quite a lovely day out in Hogsmeade, at least compared to the weather her family had been having at their home in Macduff. The sun was high in the sky and there was little humidity in the air, allowing her not to sweat—and nothing seemed more unladylike than that. She'd decided to take a nice stroll instead of heading towards the shopping district on High Street, and she suddenly regretted that decision. As she passed a man, he somehow the man had managed to step on her dress, causing her to tumble to the ground.
Her first reaction was to get angry and scold the man for such clumsiness, but before she knew it a sting of pain ran through her hands and arms, and she held them up to see scrapes and a small amount of blood coming from them. Claire sniffled, wiping her eyes as tears streaked down her flushed cheeks.
Orpheus wasn’t normally clumsy man, not by any means or stretch of the imagination, however since he had gotten Electra that had obviously gone up for contention. It turned out that that Sunday was one of those days.
He’d been passing a young lady and her chaperone when his puppy gave a tug at the leash, apparently intent on making friends with a passing butterfly. It was not enough to pull him off his feet, but enough to make him lurch and stumble a little, stepping on a young lady’s dress, who did go down. Mortified, Orpheus turned as quickly as he could and crouched down.
“I am so sorry! Please, do forgive me- I’m afraid I stumbled.” He shot a glance at the puppy, who was now sat wagging it’s tail happily, the perfect show of innocence. “Please, allow me to help you up.” Orpheus offered out his hand.
'Mr. Parkinson, a former Hufflepuff, is twenty-seven years old and we think that his curls are frankly impressive.'
Claire looked towards the man, not keen on having him see her face in such a state. It was only proper to be calm, cool, and collected during situations like this, but it was hard to due to the pain surging through her arms. The blonde nodded her head softly, pulling her wand out of a small pocket in her dress. She waves it over her wounds gently, mumbling a small spell that seemed to take away the blood and cover up the woulds with something that appeared to be artificial skin. It would do until she could manage to get home and to her parents, but at least the pain was gone.
Claire grabbed a hold of the gentleman's hand, allowing him to hoist er off the ground. She stumbled for a moment, trying to get a grasp on her balance, before settling in her stance. "You're forgiven, sir. I'm quite aware that you didn't mean to," she said sincerely, offering him a pained, yet sweet smile.
At least she didn’t seem to upset, Orpheus reasoned as he helped the young lady up. Either way, his mother and sister would inevitably scold him for being so rude to a woman, even unintentionally- especially Drommy.
“It still does not excuse the fact that I did.” He replied with a small smile as she regained her balance. “Please, if you will allow me, I believe I know a spell that can heal your grazes. Working in the Department for Magical Transportation has taught me a good number of healing spells for injuries such as this.”
'Mr. Parkinson, a former Hufflepuff, is twenty-seven years old and we think that his curls are frankly impressive.'
While he might have caused her a little pain, he seemed sincere in his apology. She'd manage to run into others before, but because of her small size she'd been unable to knock her to the ground. He, on the other hand, had just managed to trip on her dress, which could be quite easy seeing the length of it.
"If you, wish, sir," she said softly, holding out her hands for him to cast the spell upon. She didn't know why she was trusting a stranger who wasn't a trained healer to perform spells on her, but she knew she wanted the stinging pain to go away.
“It would be the least I can do.” He reassured as he removed his wand from his pocket. He carefully gave it a wave, muttering the spell under his breath. Well, it seemed to have worked- there was only a very faint mark to hold testament to what had just happened. “It should fade in a few days.” Orpheus added with a small smile.
“Please, allow me to introduce myself- Mr Orpheus Parkinson.” He gave a short bow, cursing himself for forgetting formalities for so long.
'Mr. Parkinson, a former Hufflepuff, is twenty-seven years old and we think that his curls are frankly impressive.'
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