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 adult female! They're not yours, btw xD
Something was on his boot.
Sampson frowned. The Three Broomsticks was quite busy today, and louder than he might have expected of a Wednesday. Still, it was unlike the clockwork establishment to have things lying about on the floor, and, puzzled, the wizard looked down. Clothes?
He crouched to pick them up, returning to his full size and holding them up to examine them better. Not clothes, underclothes. He was holding a woman’s underthings. Startled, the man let them drop back down to the floor, eyes casting this way and that, trying to figure out both a) why they had gone unnoticed and b) why were they there at all. Which of the ladies in the room had lost her drawers?!
Caroline was definitely not the type of woman to do anything questionable. She never spoke out of line, questioned her parents, or even mentioned a subject that might be considered improper by any standards. So when she witnessed the man pick a pair of woman's undergarments off the floor, she couldn't help the heat that began to creep up her neck and onto her face.
"Oh dear," said Caroline, extremely mortified for whatever woman had lost such ... intimate pieces of clothing. She looked towards the man, immediately shaking her head. "I promise they're not mine, sir," she said, her lip trembling in mortification.
Sampson was not the sort to believe any woman shy of a back-alley whore would leave such sensitive items in a public place, but plainly, the illusion he held that all other women were moral creatures had not been entirely accurate. As such, the wizard wondered if all the ladies present weren’t to be viewed with suspicion…and this one seemed to be protesting an awful lot for someone who had not even been accused.
(As a man with sisters and a daughter still living, Sampson was presently mortified on their behalf, as well as his own.)
Leaving the unfortunate items in their place, Sampson walked the two yards to the speaker, his expression friendly, rather than accusatory. She was already on guard, and so he would gain nothing from playing the constable instead of the concerned party. Besides, as…concerned? Was that the word? As concerned as the cartographer was that this was happening, Sampson was not wholly convinced he wanted a face to attribute to the loose drawers and likely looser morals.
“My knowledge of women’s underthings is somewhat lacking,” he offered amiably. “How many innocent ways are there for them to simply…drift off?”
She was terribly embarrassed, but she was utterly glad that the man had remained mature about the matter and had not began to make jokes of all things. "Oh," she said, her eyes drifting back up towards the man. "I ... I don't think there's many ways at all. I doubt a woman could ... could get those off on accident," she said, her face heating up once more. "But ... But maybe ... Well ... I'm not sure, really."
What woman in this sort of setting would work to actually get those off and leave them on the floor for everyone else to find? Perhaps a prostitute—no, she shouldn't think of that; her face might just explode.
Her reply concerned his suspicions: no doubt the wayward garments now littered the floor for nefarious reasons. But she had been awfully frank with Sampson for someone lewd enough to do such a thing—that eased his inclinations to believe that she was at fault, though the wizard was not yet prepared to rule her out entirely.
“Perhaps a silly washerwoman brought her hamper of clothes with her and simply…misplaced some?” Sampson suggested helpfully.
As flustered as she was, Caroline wasn't in the position to do anything other than nod her head in agreement. It would ease her heart to think that it was dropped there by someone innocently doing laundry. "That's always a possibility, sir," she agreed softly, her face still flushed in embarrassment. "Should ... Should we tell someone so they can pick them up?" she offered, not knowing how to be helpful in this situation.
“And who would we tell, Miss? The waitress who very well could have left them there herself? The bartender who’s own trysts might have led to their peculiar placement? Any man present, whose wife might have left them after a sojourn with her,” Sampson hesitated on this last word, not wanting to shock the young lady, “lover? They are very unlikely to be innocent undergarments, and anyone whose attention we might bring them to surely risks becoming scandalized!” the wizard concluded in hushed tones.
Caroline was not good at handling these sort of situations, which usually led to the young woman bursting in tears. However, surrounded by this many people and with the man staring down at with her what she interpreted as accusing eyes, she knew that she had to remain composed. He face heated up when he ventured into that realm, and she could only imagine the scandals that could come from a story such as thing—she did not want to be a part of them.
"Oh! Um ... heh," she said, letting out a nervous giggle as her eyes wandered back down to the pair of undergarments that sat on the floor. "P-Perhaps we should act as if we've never seen them? The last thing we want," she said, leaning in slightly closer, "is for someone to think we did something wrong."
At the implication, Sampson leaned away from the woman as much as he could without it looking peculiar. He was loathe to give anyone the impression that he—as a reputable man in the community with a daughter at home to think of—would behave so recklessly with any woman, and in so public a place to boot! Part of him wondered if she was threatening him, while the other part thought she might be trying to put him off the scent of her indiscretion.
“I cannot imagine anyone would suspect it of myself,” Sampson assured the young woman, “but in your own interests, perhaps we ought to do just that.”
He did not know her identity, her life’s story, and did not need to. Even if she was a wanton, it was in the best interests of everyone if that fact fell within the confines of discretion. There was a great deal too much immorality in Hogsmeade as it was!
Caroline gulped and nodded, taking one last look at the item before peeling her eyes off the ground. "But surely no one would think it was me," she said, knowing that many people were aware of how prim and proper she was. She was a moderately wealthy middle class girl, not some sort of harlot! "Nor you for that matter."
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