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.
Merry was not blind to the looks the other women were giving her, but she honestly didn’t view her paranoia as unjustifiable. In fact, she didn’t even view it as a paranoia. She had every right and reason to be paranoid about this. She had a lot to lose if this was discovered. A lot more than many of the women Miss Connolly had gathered. Could the consequences Merry would receive be comparable to those of the youngest Miss Connolly or Miss Echelon, for example? They’d be chastised by their parents, maybe be grounded for a few weeks and have people gossip about them, but that would be it. They wouldn’t lose a job - the biggest opportunity in their lifetime.
That the organizer of this meeting was so quick to shift the responsibility away only diminished Merry’s desire to participate. She had a lot of respect for Miss Connolly The Auror, but she also couldn’t help but think her… privileged, in this situation. With a family like hers, she’d receive more mercy than Merry would, if they were caught. And even if she was fired, she didn’t have to worry about money.
“Quite right you are, Miss Connolly,” Merry calmly replied to the youngest redhead. “And for that reason I cannot risk being caught. I value my position more than I do my entertainment. With all due respect, Miss Connolly-” at that, she turned to the hostess, “I’m afraid that I cannot follow. But I thank you for the invitation.”
At that, she turned to leave.
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Maeve watched in genuine surprise as Miss Galatea departed. Should she be concerned? Not for the younger witch’s silence—the redhead was confident in that. But what about her well-being? Mentally, she resolved to send the trainee a letter later. But for now—
“Is anyone else so concerned?” Maeve asked pointedly. “Or can we get on with it—I think it’s fair to say that most of us care more about a bit of fun than the logistics!”
Lucy raised her eyebrows at the woman's leaving, but she wasn't particularly bothered except that it meant there were fewer of them, and that seemed less amusing. Oh well. "Yes, let's get on with it. We've stood around talking about it long enough."
Dublin raised an eyebrow as Miss Galatea departed, but made no move to stop her. Maeve certainly knew her colleague better than Dublin could claim to, and if her cousin was confident enough that she wouldn't reveal their secret, that was good enough for her.
And apparently Maeve was far more confident in Dublin's judgment than her own! She supposed it was logical for her to be Secret-Keeper -- keeping secrets was her job, it was true. And if the rest of these women had no objections, then who was she to refuse?
"Yes, let's get on with it," she said. "If Miss Connolly feels I am the best choice, then I accept the responsibility of Secret Keeper." She glanced around the room once last time. "Who shall do the honors, then?"
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Unwilling to waste any more time on logistics, Maeve took the reins on conducting the Fidelius charm, deftly ‘swearing in’ her cousin for the task as no one raised immediate objections to the proposal. Then, without any warning or ado, she fired a stinging hex at one of her fellow illegal duelists to get the ball rolling.
“Dueling is a gentleman’s sport,” she offered sweetly with a sly grin on her face, “but combative magic in general is not. Vigilance is needed any time combat is a possibility, however formalized it might be!”
Lucy hadn't expected things to start without preamble--or she hadn't thought of what had already been said as "preamble," anyway--so the hex took her by surprise, hitting her in arm. "Ow!" she yelped, rubbing her arm. Still, she pulled her own wand and fired a bat bogey hex at Miss Connolly--the auror, not the other one. Or the other other one.
Grinning, Maeve deftly batted away the other redhead’s hex with a shield charm, though was quite pleased to see the woman had chosen to react rather than grumble about not being prepared. It was a mark in her favor, as far as the auror’s opinion was concerned.
“Have you dueled before—properly, that is?” she asked, assuming the appropriate stance.
"No," Lucy admitted. "Though, I'll admit I've fantasized about hexing my boss about a hundred times." She cast the jelly-legs jinx. "But I think most people who've met him have thought about it."
Maeve laughed. She could imagine a fair few young ladies with less than ladylike thoughts about what they could do to their bosses no not like that BAD BRAIN BAD.
“Well, let’s get you some basics, then. I know some instructors will focus on disarming, but a good shield charm will help you when a spell’s already been cast—and you needn’t be quite so quick on the uptake, either.”
Maeve shot a stinging hex at the other redhead’s shield, pleased to see it withheld her attack. “Good!” she said with a nod of approval. “That’ll do very nicely—but make sure you can cast it to that quality in a hurry.” She fired a bat-bogey hex at the witch for good measure.
"Protego!" Lucy tried. It nearly worked. She'd have been pleasantly surprised if it had worked perfectly. What had given her was a slight nose bleed and a sad little floppy green thing that had somehow come out of her face.
The shield was not perfect, but it had stymied Maeve’s efforts at least a little. The auror gave the other witch a nod of approval. “Try again!” she encouraged.
A minor failure was always better than a major one. Lucy's second shield charm was a bit more successful. She was appropriately pleased with herself and grinned triumphantly.