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!
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    You have found our archive! Charming lives on here!
    02.05 One last puzzle before we depart!
    02.01 AC? What AC?
    01.26 Impending URL changes!
    01.11 I've got a bit of a reputation...
    01.06 AC underway, and a puzzle to solve!
    01.01 Happy new year! Have some announcements of varying importance.
    12.31 Enter the Winter Labyrinth if you dare!
    12.23 Professional Quidditch things...
    12.21 New stamp!
    12.20 Concerning immortality
    12.16 A heads up that the Secret Swap deadline is fast approaching!
    12.14 Introducing our new Minister of Magic!
    12.13 On the first day of Charming, Kayte gave to me...
    12.11 Some quick reminders!
    12.08 Another peek at what's to come...
    Winter's Night at Sweet Delights
    Private Thread 
    @'Clarissa Cosgrove'
    @'Philip Aymslowe'
    Maggie probably should have waited until the following day to make the trip to Irvingly to finally see Mr. Aymslow's shop in person. It was hard to do such a thing though. If she wasn't in the shop, it meant everyone else had to work that much harder. Dealing with customers was pretty hard, after all, when a person was up to their elbows in bread dough. So instead, she'd decided to brave the weather after the dinner rush had waned and chances of the shop getting busy were quite slim.

    She'd made inquiries previously about the best way to get to Irvingly and had managed to figure out where to floo so that she could get to the shop. Once she'd quickly left the Casino, she took in a deep breath of the chilled night air. Snowflakes were beginning to fall but luckily just lightly so.

    She meandered slowly toward the main square of the town, not in any rush as she wanted to take it all in. How she so longed to be able to simply live freely without extra restraints about her. Of course, as a woman, that made it hard to do but with the inheritance from her grandparents, Maggie had begun to see a knew light at the end of the tunnel. She had a chance to do something more with her life with, or without, a husband.

    With a sigh, blue eyes fell to the bakery with it's sign clearly saying Sweet Delights. She smiled as she stood outside the front of it, gazing in through the window at the quaint little shop with it's Christmas tree clearly present. With another deep breath, she pushed the door open and entered, unsure of what exactly to expect of this encounter but she hoped the outcome would be good.
    I owe Nolan my soul
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    Philip was in his element as he directed his bakers and other staff on what he wanted done and how. He had also welcomed them to come up with their own ideas and present them to him. The best ones would be inducted into Philips offerings under the respective bakers name. He believed in giving credit where it was due when it came to his loyal workers.

    He adjusted the tree, hidden from the window since he was behind it. Brushing loose pines off and making sure that the magical light orbs weren't too obvious in their magic. He often liked finding ways to skirt around that whole 'no magic in public' issue.

    Hearing the day open, he peeked around the tree and smiled at seeing a familiar face. "Hello, Miss Backus. I was wondering if I'd ever see you around these parts," he said as he wiped his hands with his handkerchief.
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    Maggie returned the smile she received from Mr.Aymslowe. She felt her cheeks flush slightly at his words, which was absurd, but she hoped it would easily be masked by the fact she'd just entered the warm shop from the cold outdoors. Clearly it would have left her somewhat rosy cheeked.

    "I wasn't sure if you'd still be opened," she admitted, still smiling, "But it was the soonest I'd been able to get away from our shop and thought I'd give it a try regardless." She gently brushed the needles of the tree, looking at it with a look of appreciation. They had managed to put up a tiny little thing in their shop back home but it was nothing compared to the one before her. "Ready for the holidays?" she asked then, looking back to him.
    I owe Nolan my soul
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