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.
If Harvey ever got a hold on Peeves, the poltergeist would rue the day he died.
Forever. Of course at this point, he would probably have to get in line.
Leaving Defense should not have been an ordeal, but it was now as Harvey found himself stuck in the doorway with his best friend. He'd been well aware of Peeve's newest fascination with mistletoe and had been actively avoiding it, but damn if Peeves wasn't crafty. Harv had already come across more than one unhappy couple or two (and a far too many thrilled parties) stuck under the offensive plant, but he'd never imagined he'd be a victim too.
Thankfully their class had already dissipated for the most part, though he could hear a few snickers here and there as he looked at his best mate with more disgust than he had in his entire life. "Whyyyy?" He whined, bag dropped, shoulders slumped as he looked to the ceiling in defeat.
Andren was going to kill something. Probably that fucking poltergeist, if he could get his hands on it and figure out how one killed a poltergeist, but it was also possible that he would kill the next person to giggle.
The worst thing was that there was no way out of this. He was going to have to kiss Harvey, and people were going to know, and it was going to be gross. The grossest. Especially since his brain was already offering up options like 'you could pretend he's his sister?' which wouldn't even work because it was fucking Harvey and Andren wasn't even that interested in his sister anymore.
"What the hell did we do to deserve this?" Andren whined with a dramatic slump of his shoulders.
Nothing, that was the shitty part. Harvey felt like he should have pointed out that Peeves didn't discriminate when it came to pranking, but that would hardly make a difference. Even as Head Boy, he wasn't strictly opposed to a harmless prank here and there, as long as it wasn't too destructive or damaging. This however, had obviously crossed a line.
And he was pissed.
"The next person who laughs is losing TEN HOUSE POINTS." He roared.
They looked pitiful and he knew it, but there was only one way out of this and Harvey was not even considering it. He'd rather stand here until hell froze over - which could take a while.
Andren suspected that Harvey was serious which - good. It was bad enough that they had to suffer through this, and made worse by the fact that they had an audience.
"I'll also kick their ass later," Andren muttered in a dark tone. He wasn't sure how serious he was - off of the Quidditch pitch, Andren generally veered towards non-violence - but he had to say something. The alternative was saying nothing and living with the fact that he was going to have to kiss Harvey.
He wanted nothing to do with any of this. Fucking Peeves.
The threat of a loss of points and an ass-kicking seemed to get the point across and much of the lingering audience dissolved away. Unfortunately that did not solve their problem, nor did it really make it that much less humiliating. Everybody knew what the only method of escape was and whether they witnessed it or not, people would know what happened.
"If it would do any good, I would chuck that damned poltergeist out the window of the astronomy tower." It wouldn't of course, the daft idiot could fly, but he couldn't leave the castle. Perhaps Harvey could negotiate with Professor Skeeter about moving into the greenhouses for the rest of term.
He looked at Andren out of the corner of his eye and sighed. "Now what?"
This mistletoe was such fun! He’d seen so many people giggling and screaming and crying and it was simply wonderful for him to recharge in such an atmosphere! Such delightful fun- these new cuffs were making people even more jumpy that usual, and he was going to take fullll advantage of that.
Peeves floated along the corridors, invisible to check on his traps- and lo and behold, two more little flies had gotten stuck in the honeypot! Ah! It was the bossy headboy man thing and the boy he was always with! Well, Peeves was sure they were happy about his little intervention- he could just add to the ~mood~.
He popped up less than a foot from the couple with a loud smooching noise before he began reciting one of the several sonnets he had composed to the couple very dramatically and gleefully.
“Behold, the lovers, here at last!
The inevitable kiss shall come to pass!
For together, only together, they have a great past,
their love stands here as bold as brass,”
"Now I don't know," Andren said. He supposed it would be a bit overdramatic to suggest that they let themselves wither away in he name of not kissing, but he also didn't want to, you know, kiss his best friend.
Fucking enchanted mistletoe.
Andren was about to say something threatening about Peeves when the damned poltergeist himself popped up, not even a foot away from them. Andren blanched at the sonnet, scowled, and probably would have lunged for the poltergeist if that had been at all effective - instead he swore loudly and vibrantly.
Harvey fired off a useless hex at the poltergeist. There was a one in a million chance he'd catch the bastard in a corporeal form, but it was worth the possible backlash from the caretaker to try. Harvey was nothing if not optimistic. Except right now. He was pretty sure they were going to die in this very spot.
The added embarrassment of a sonnet was not helping.
"I swear Peeves if it's the last thing I do this year..." Harvey muttered to himself. A war had been started and the game was on. Glancing up at Andren, Harvey grimaced and looked back at the ceiling.
It was really going to suck to die here in the hallways in his seventh year.
They were going to die here. They were going to die here because Andren could not kiss his best friend - not when everyone was going to know - and because there was no way out of this. There were no other options. He was so fucked,and not in the way that Beanie was tempted to make a joke about.
"Ugggggh," Andren said, for want of anything more useful to say.
“That wasn’t very nice!” Peeves crooned as the hex went straight through him, hitting the wall behind. “Why aren’t you happy with Peevesie? He’s having some fun! All you have to do is kiss, and then it is done!” He rhymed, dancing around just outside their reach.
He cackled to himself for a moment. “We know you both want to kiss!” He teased, zooming over their heads. “It can be our little secret!” The poltergeist added, tapping the side of his nose merrily before disappearing down the corridor to tell everyone what was happening, because keeping this between three people was just too boring. Maybe he’d compose another song to sing at dinner.
As Peeves prattled off to find an audience, Harvey's panic rose. This was ridiculous. Dramatic and ridiculous and they did not need people to watch this. Peeves was bad enough. Peeves might have been worse, but the last thing Harvey needed was for there to be people standing around to laugh them and mock them. Honestly it was like none of them had gotten caught with somebody they certainly didn't feel like kissing.
Watching the poltergeist retreat down the hall made Harvey's stomach drop. Who knew how many people the ghost would find... Ugh he really didn't want to deal with this any longer and he certainly was not going to die here. While Andren was otherwise whining, Harvey steeled himself and went for it.
It was quick and gross and thank Merlin enough to break the charm.
Harv immediately retreated, backing up a good ten feet away from his best friend wiping his mouth on his sleeve and sputtering. "This never happened." He made a face and prepared to flee.
It took him a second to realize what had just happened.
Harvey had actually done it and Andren was left gaping, lips tingling where his friend's had brushed against them. For several moments he could not register any emotion that was not what the hell.
He had of course known that it had to be done, but there was a difference between that and actually doing it. But Harvey had taken the plunge and Andren's cheeks were burning - he had never been as glad as he was now that he didn't really blush - and he was very, very glad that they didn't have an audience.
(It had not, Andren registered, been a particularly good kiss. Certainly not the worst kiss, just not very good, and really it had felt a bit messy. Not that he had the right to commentate.)
"Agreed," Andren said. He started walking down the hallway - in the opposite direction of the one Peeves had taken - at a brisk pace.
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