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.
April 24,1887
@'Maiken Thyradatter' @'Dominic Adair'
Lisa was on her way to see Maiken. They haven't had an actual conversation for a while. And the last time they spoke, it was for an outfit. It was all so frustrating to Lisa, that the only vampire that she didn't hate so far was busy, or that Lisa was. Now, though, Lisa had gotten her to take some time to chat and actually have a full conversation. She had left right after sunset and was headed towards Maiken's cave. She just hoped that she didn't encounter any of those terrible centaurs.
Soon she saw a figure in the distance. The figure had dark red, almost purple, hair. It was somewhat amusing, given the fact that her eldest daughter had red hair, although it was much brighter. Maybe that was one of the reasons that Lisa had first grown to tolerate Maiken when they met, due to that somewhat-similarity.
What made her stop was a loud noise. She turned toward it, away from Maiken, and looked around quickly. She was always on guard in the forest. It could be nothing, but she was not going to take that chance.
Dominic had been doing his own thing in his dwelling when he had decided to partake in a walk. He was a little bored and didn't have a set destination in mind as he moved along the forest. Before he knew it, he realised that he was close to the seamstress's cave. Wondering if she was in, he was distracted from dropping in on her by the sound of a loud noise.
It sounded a lot like two wolves fighting for dominance. Nothing he personally was concerned about. Even so, he moved towards the noise.
@'MAIKEN THYRADATTER'
“I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh you're my kill of the night.”
Maiken had been returning from a trip for more cloth, with was bundled upon her back. Yet, upon hearing the noise, sprang towards it in reaction. Bearing a long-standing grudge against most feral beasts such as wolves and bears, it was far too quick and fluid a motion for her to sweep up her skirts and start running in the direction of the sound.
Wolves had killed her mother, who had become Maiken's beacon of humanity over the years, before she was even an adult. Before Maiken could properly defend herself, her mother was torn to pieces by claw and tooth and devoured by rabid creatures. This had given the dark haired young woman something of an axe to grind in the world, a driving force if you will.
Plus, their pelts did make lovely capes.
Upon acknowledging the sound, however, she completely forgot what she had been doing. She became single-minded on finding the beasts and exacting revenge for something they had not done. I mean, it wasn't like she used their pelts for her own wardrobe...
To make something perfectly clear, Lisa would love to have one of those capes. If anything, it would make her feel fancy, and it might get Martin interested in her again.
With that topic addressed, Lisa saw the wolves, and shook her head in annoyance. But as she was turning her head back to where the redhead had been, she noticed that said redhead was moving toward the wolves quickly.
She paused for a moment, then saw the other figure in the distance. She tried to think. Did she know that one? She could tell from the mans paleness that he was one of them, even if they were a fair distance apart, but not too far away to not be noticed. Was he there to see Maiken as well? She hoped not. She wanted time to actually talk, not sit around and watch as they talked business.
She raised an eyebrow at him briefly in question, then turned back to Maiken as the redhead was on the hunt. Well, this was going to be amusing. Then she thought for a moment. A bite wouldn't hurt. And there weretwo wolves. Maiken would understand if she drained one of them herself, right? With that, she darted towards the wolf that was closer to her, eyes on her prey.
Dominic immediately recognized the unique hair color that belonged to Miss Thyradatter though the blonde was unfamiliar. He didn't pay her much mind as the dark haired vampire moved with intent towards the wolves. He had no interest in them so at the moment, he was just a mildly amused observer. The women were obviously hunting these wolves which added to his intent not to personally bother with them.
He didn't drink from animals, after all. Their blood wasn't as tasty as a humans and he figured the seamstress would know this about him given how one of their conversations had gone.
“I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh you're my kill of the night.”
Seeing in her peripheral that Lisa had joined the hunt, Maiken angled herself to her right, moving fast, lifting her skirt as she leapt over a fallen tree. The wolf - for that is what the creature appeared to be - focused upon her now. But, as Maiken focused in, she realized that whatever beast stood before her smelled nothing like a wolf. And the other wolf? Oh, the other wolf changed. It changed into a series of five corpses, drenched in blood from a wound at their throats.
Maiken skidded to a halt as the not-a-wolf snarled at her, staring at it and at the not-a-wolf-and-not-corpses. "Wha...what is this?" Magic, she knew, had its limits. So this could not very well be an illusion cast by a wizard, especially as no illusion she'd ever encountered could create a unique scent.
This, she had never smelled.
Still, the not-a-wolf lunged at her, leading her to step back and stumble into a seat on the fallen tree that she had leapt across merely moments before.
She noticed the slight change in angle as her friend gave her more room for the hunt. Lisa was grateful for this. After all, it was as if Maiken was inviting her to join the hunt. She accepted that welcome and continued her hunt. That is... until she saw the wolf before her begin to change.
She had known that it had noticed her only moments before, but now it was changing, taking a new form. Martin had never told her about such things, and she wasn't familiar with them. But, that was not what stopped her in her tracks. No, it was what that terrible thing turned into.
She stopped with a hard halt and fell forward and the sudden change of her own speed. She looked up quickly, only to confirm what she had thought she had seen. Martin... Acacia... Chrysanta... Orinda... Dunstan... all dead... and how they were dead, it was clear as to what the spell was implying... she did this... she killed them.
She flipped over and was rapidly backing up. Still trying to let this fully wrap around her mind. After a few moments that felt like over 2 hundred more years, which was actually only a few seconds, she let out a loud scream of utter horror. How could she have been so foolish? She should never have come back into their lives. This was what was going to happen. This was her children's and love's fates, and it was all her fault.
Because we need all the vampires for this reunion :) :
@'Andreas Hoch' @'Odette Hoch'
Though most definitely a vampire, Odette still had yet to learn how to act like one. She was as timid and frail as she'd been as a human, and she was all too reliant on Andreas, her creator. She had recently learned how to feed off humans, but felt far more guilt for the murdering of innocent people than was healthy for her emotional state. How could she have imagined herself like this? Odette Hoch, the murderer! The suggestion to reunite with some of the other vampires near the village brought a level of uneasiness to the woman's stomach; she thought that the others were quite devious compared to herself and Andreas. She approached the group, her hands pressed against her companion's forearm. She didn't say a word, choosing to stay quiet instead and let them talk to her.
Andreas wasn't a social creature, even amongst his own kind. He might have lived in the caverns, but he was that reclusive neighbour that no one ever saw – you know, the one that you aren't sure still lives there anymore—or is even still alive.
Odette, despite her apparent discomfort, had expressed an interest in gathering with the others that lived in the caves. Andreas could only comply. She was becoming harder to refuse these days. Her desires and wishes becoming his own—and his desire to become closer to her overturning his old tendencies, like being a hermit.
As they walked towards the gathering of vampires, Andreas began to smell something else in the air. At first, he smelled… wolves? And then humans… but there was another underlying scent…
Boggarts. Andreas stopped dead in his tracks. What were boggarts doing in the Forbidden Forest?
“I don't think we should go any closer,” Andreas told his companion, a flash of fear in his eyes.
He knew very well what form a boggart would take should he ever face one, and he had no desire to see it. He never wanted to see that face again.
@'Odette Hoch'
Andreas was once Wolfgang Diermissen. Wolfgang's name known in vampiric circles across Europe for his wild and violent killing sprees as a fledgling. The rest of the magical community is probably less aware of him and his name is not likely prominent in England. Obviously, no one knows Andreas is Wolfgang. Everyone thinks that Wolfgang Diermissen was killed about 200 years ago.
It had been long since Odette had seen her boggart, and she imagined there were far worse things she'd seen than what she'd seen as a child. She grabbed her companion's arm and backed up slowly so her body was positioned behind his. He let out a shaky breath.
"Maybe we should ... maybe we should go, Andreas," she murmured in fear, keeping her eyes low. She didn't want the thing to see her, and she certainly didn't want to see the thing up close.
A boggart. Dominic deduced rather quickly what the creature was. He had not been a Ravenclaw in life for nothing, after all and he had studied much even after being turned. Everyone had to have a hobby. His had been reading every book he had ever gotten his hands on.
"You need to crowd it and confuse it since we can't cast the spell needed. It will get confused and became a mix of the things we fear. Then just get as far away from it as you can," he informed the two vampire women currently being tormented by what it was currently appearing as.
“I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh you're my kill of the night.”
The fellow blonde vampire's words dragged her from her fear. It was true. This was not her family. Her family was safe, alive. She had never hurt them like this, and never will. She was sure of this. She grew slight confidence, getting up and growling in rage. How dare this... this... thing bring about such thoughts. She followed the man's advise, and charged at whatever it was that would be plaguing her long after this night, even if it was just in memory. She just hoped that the others, even those that seemed to be heading their way, would take the two blondes leads and corner these abominations, as they needed to stop them before they could cause any more chaos.
Dominic honed in on the boggart as well. It flickered as he had predicted that it would. His own fear was himself and just how evil he had the potential to be. It wasn't something that he thought about often so it was still an alarming sight. Of course, that was the point of these things. However, the image of a young girl mixing with his features only served to make the boggart comical to him.
“I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh you're my kill of the night.”
202 years on this world, and Lisa had never and the displeasure of encountering one of these creatures before. Now that she had, she was glad for those other years of not having the misfortune of having to deal with her fears come alive.
As the creature changed, she relaxed slightly. Still, she scrunched her nose when the image of the male vampire mixed with the image of her youngest daughter. This creature didn't know what to do, and it made Lisa more confident as she continued to grow closer. Confident, and angry for the upset the damn thing had caused her, she bared her teeth and growled at it.
Normally, she was much more lady like than this, but her family had felt threatened, her fear had been shown to others, and that was not something that the vampire mother was going to let stand. "Can we kill it instead?" She said. A much better idea than running, in her opinion.
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