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.
Open to an upper class female of any relationship or blood status. Bonus points if you're up for potential rumoring i.e potentially risque behavior in public.
Things had been a bit shitty for Lafayette the last couple days with horrific rumors circulating that he had sex with men. Which he did. Frequently. There was no hard evidence that he had ever stuck his dingledangle in the orifice(s) of a man, but the suspicion was bad enough when he was actually guilty. He had to do something to silence them. People were going to pay closer attention to his activities now which meant living under a cloud of paranoia that someone would see something and he'd be ruined. It wasn't easy for a man to disgrace himself as it was for a woman, but he'd found himself on the path to ruin.
He would just have to convince the world that he liked women. It would probably be easier to prove it with a veela, but that would hardly be as believable as a human woman.
In an effort to counter the rumors, Lafayette decided to attend a ball which would inevitably be a very painful experience. Except he had a sneaky plan up his sleeve. He took two champagne glasses and discreetly slipped some liquid from a vial in to both. Now he just had to find a woman, any woman would suffice. He chose one who wasn't occupied by anyone else, didn't have a drink and was, he supposed, tolerable to look at and approached. "Might I interest you in a drink?" Both glasses were spiked with a love potion. She would be drugged because it was easier than trying to flirt with a woman and he would be drugged so he didn't want to jump out of the nearest window and then set himself on fire.
Zipporah had hated balls ever since the accident. She couldn't just stop attending them, though. She had a duty to her father - to get married and get off his face. Jemima was already deemed a spinster, Zipporah couldn't follow the same path. Especially given her condition. Nobody needed a burden such as a crippled spinster in their house. Zipporah kind of hoped that she'd find some unlikeable man (but not abusive), so if she married him she wouldn't feel guilty over saddling him with a crippled wife.
Since her arrival, however, she'd gone to a corner and tried to socialize as little as possible. Oh, if she saw Virginia she'd definitely go to greet her, but only if she saw Virginia. Her friend was one of the few people she liked to socialize these days.
Then, some random man approached her, offering her a drink. Zipporah responded before she could think her response through: "What, you don't think I can get a drink on my own?" Alright maybe that wasn't the most polite thing to say. "What is it? The drink, I mean."
As of July 18th, 1885, Zipporah has a limp and is walking with a cane.
Lafayette wanted to kick himself for picking what had to be the worst woman in the room. He could hardly excuse himself now, but it seemed he had found himself in the company of someone who was not only a cripple, but a snappy one too! She was probably like Valencia but with a gimpy leg, at least he had spiked his own drink too, he was definitely going to need it.
He tried to look unfazed by his reception and courageously continued on in his reluctant attempt at seduction. He would just have to imagine that she was a he, a he that he desperately wanted to bed in the very very near future."Champagne. I didn't mean to offend you, I saw that you hadn't got a drink and thought I might offer you one." He paused for a few seconds and then added, "But mostly I wanted an excuse to talk to you." Flattery would surely make her more pleasant, right? He just hoped she took the glass off him and took a good sip before he lost the will to live.
Date: 17 Jan 1886 | Outfit:Blue | Tag: @'Lafayette Scrimgeour'
'I didn't mean to offend you.' That's what everyone said. A bunch of liars, all of them. Zipporah had stopped to believe in the kindness of others since the accident. Almost everyone was a liar who thought that it was hilarious that she was a limping debutante.
Anyway, Zipporah did accept the drink, because she had been feeling somewhat thirsty and in all honesty, she wasn't proud enough to turn the offer down and take a glass on her own. Besides, he'd then said that he wanted an excuse to speak with her. Hah! This man had to have really peculiar tastes.
"What, you've never seen a cripple before?" Zipporah asked and then laughed bitterly, in a manner more suitable to a salty woman in her sixty than a young woman not yet twent-five. She took a sip from the champagne as she waited for his response.
As of July 18th, 1885, Zipporah has a limp and is walking with a cane.
He managed to stop himself from breathing a very obvious sigh of relief when she took the drink. He would just wait for her to take the first sip and then he'd join her - if he drank first, she might recognize his symptoms and refuse to drink her own. "Aren't you just the little firecracker?" he remarked, forcing a chuckle because he was also trying to flirt and it was making his insides shrivel up and die.
Fortunately, she sipped her champagne and Lafayette felt even more relief. All would be well, she'd be batting her eyelashes at him any moment now. He decided to wait for just one more sip, just in case. "I've seen lots of cripples, actually. Few so..." he almost winced as he tried to think of a word that was both very flattering but also not overdoing it, "...delightful to behold." He just had to pretend she was a very handsome young man, that was all. It would be easy if he just stopped fixating on the fact that she was a woman.
Date: 17 Jan 1886 | Outfit:Blue | Tag: @'Lafayette Scrimgeour'
Zipporah had never been described as a 'fire-cracker'. Before the accident, she'd been perfectly demure and soft-spoken, like any proper young woman should be. After the accident, she'd just stopped caring. She was never going to get married, so it didn't matter if men found her rude.
This one seemed to like it, however. Cripples had to be his thing, that was the only explanation.
By the time he uttered his compliment, Zipporah had already sipped twice from her drink, so his comment evoked a short-lived giggle. It was really nice of him to say that.
"You charmer!" she commented with a grin plastered across her face.
As of July 18th, 1885, Zipporah has a limp and is walking with a cane.
She was quite clearly under the influence when she called him a 'charmer' and giggled. Quite the different reaction from only moments ago, thank Merlin's shiny backside! Lafayette took a large gulp of his drink and hoped it took effect as quickly as it had on the cripple girl. "I only took the liberty of pointing out the..." he began rather lifelessly, and then it started to hit him. He hesitated, a grin slowly taking hold of his features. "...Truth."
It was like suddenly looking at her with different eyes. Suddenly she was very wonderful and while she didn't inspire feelings of lust, she did inspire warm feelings and a desire to have her return his warm fuzzy feelings. The absence of his prejudice made it possible for him to even admire her beauty - not want to stick parts of his body in parts of hers admiration, but aesthetic appreciation. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon." It wasn't too much of an exaggeration really, he avoided looking at women and preferred to scowl at them rather than take much notice of them. He couldn't help but to notice Miss Keaton now.
Date: 17 Jan 1886 | Outfit:Blue | Tag: @'Lafayette Scrimgeour'
Zipporah suddenly felt a great need to remain in this man's company. His attention brought her great pleasure. He was truly the most handsome and well-spoken man she had ever met in her life. What was even her life before him? Zipporah felt as though she'd discovered some sort of hidden meaning, an answer to a long asked question.
She brought a gloved hand at one of her red cheeks. "And you are the most handsome man I have ever seen!" Her voice had become exceptionally sweet all of a sudden. "So this clearly means that we are soulmates!" She giggled again.
As of July 18th, 1885, Zipporah has a limp and is walking with a cane.
Lafayette thought himself handsome and always had, but love potioned Lafayette still found her compliment most flattering. "Yes, soulmates," he agreed, still grinning. He knew he was under the influence of love potion but it didn't affect how he was now feeling. His world was suddenly revolving around her and it didn't even matter if he knew it was artificial.
"I wish to be in your presence always. Forever. To not be in your presence would be misery," he declared ardently. He still felt no sexual desire whatsoever, but that wasn't important. It would be a lot easier to feign it now if he needed to. "Please honor me with a dance?" He hadn't forgotten she was a cripple but he wasn't going to assume that that would stop her from dancing. If she needed to lean on him, he presently found the idea entirely acceptable. "I want nothing more in this world than to dance with you in front of these people." The love potion said he wanted to show her off, his brain said he wanted people to see him dancing with a female.
Date: 17 Jan 1886 | Outfit:Blue | Tag: @'Lafayette Scrimgeour'
The way his words were heading to, Zipporah half-expected for him to propose to her. He did not propose to her. Of course. Why would he want to propose to a cripple? For a moment, it felt as though the love potion curtain had been liftedn fron her eyes.
Then, he asked her to dance with him and Zipporah was once again blinded by extreme adoration for him.
"I would love to dance with you in front of all these people," Zipporah said. She'd forgotten that she hadn't hit a dancefloor since her accident last July.
As of July 18th, 1885, Zipporah has a limp and is walking with a cane.
Her being a cripple hadn't even crossed his mind in respect to dancing and had it, love potion or not, he wouldn't have cared especially. "Splendid!" he declared loudly, taking her by the hand without hesitation and starting to lead her towards the dancing. He was, possibly, a little forceful about it but he was unaware of that. He thought he could quite like women in a platonic capacity if they were all so compliant under the influence of a love potion.
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evidence that he had ever stuck his dingledangle in the orifice(s) of a man, but the suspicion was bad enough when he was actually guilty. He had to do something to silence them. People were going to pay closer attention to his activities now which meant living under a cloud of paranoia that someone would see something and he'd be ruined. It wasn't easy for a man to disgrace himself as it was for a woman, but he'd found himself on the path to ruin. 
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