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.

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    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...
    12.05 It's election day! OOC, at least.
    12.04 We have our PW winners for November!
    12.02 New Skins! In less exciting news, the AC is underway.
    11.27 AC Saturday and election next week!
    11.21 A glimpse at post-move changes.
    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    Brotherly Bonding
    Private Thread 
    @Jeremy Rohlwing
    @Elias Grimstone
    Josiah had gotten very used to life with Jeremy being without his sight. Things that had been overly awkward and perhaps over protective had since dwindled into a sense of normalcy. At the very least, Josiah had come to realize that Jeremy could still do things for himself. It just took practice and time and he didn't need his siblings hovering and making everything worse. It had been a hard lesson for Josiah to learn but he had.

    For once, his mind was on his own problems. His niggling desire to change his occupation still persisted and Miss Grace had seemingly disappeared from his acquaintance. He had not seen her for a long time now. It didn't bother Josiah as much as he had thought it should but it did make him realize that he very much would like a womans companionship. You know, a woman aside from his sisters.

    Then his mind had gone to Jeremy. It didn't feel quite right for the youngest to start seeking out a woman to marry when the eldest wasn't even engaged or close to it. All these thoughts brewed in Josiah's mind as he brewed up tea for their evening meal.
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    Life was... life. Days passed with lethargy, but they passed. He found things for himself to do, small projects to pass the time. He was alone in the house during the day, which he liked, which gave him licence to potter around, tidying, mending, thinking. He was - slowly - trying to learn Braille, though it was proving to be difficult, and reading material was limited anyway. Most days, he walked. He could run errands to the market or the Shoppe. He knew the streets and surroundings of Irvingly intimately, regularly trudged up to the church or to the Arms or out into Hawthorne Hollow without a struggle. It always felt good to be out in the open air, and out of everyone's way.    

    When the others were around, he was always calm, patient. As cheerful as he could be. They were all getting on with life; they all had their own routines. His siblings' patience had not seemed to break: they did not, as far as Jeremy could tell, resent him.

    Jeremy had shuffled into the kitchen where he could hear the gurgling of the kettle, where Josiah was preparing tea. His brother was quiet, though - either concentrating, or contemplating - so he didn't interrupt, just sank into a chair at the table and busied himself, cleaning down some cutlery with a damp cloth. He went by touch, testing for friction against his thumb, rubbing the cloth methodically, thoroughly enough that he could trust that he hadn't missed anywhere. He set one piece down with a clatter and then picked up another, pausing.  

    "You alright?" He asked, reading the silence.
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    Josiah would forever admire the way that Jeremy had adapted to his new life. He still held some hope that there might be a way, especially given their magical neighbors. But if no such help came, at least he knew Jeremy would do just fine.

    He looked up briefly as Jeremy came into the kitchen and sank into a chair to wipe down some cutlery. Once the tea was done, Josiah settled himself at the table as well, pouring out a cup for his brother before settling into his own chair. His hands warmed themselves on his cup as he considered Jeremy's question.

    "For the most part, yes," he finally answered genuinely. "There's just been some things I have been thinking about for the past while. Things that might bring about some small changes, maybe."
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    He heard the tea pour, the chair scrape opposite him, the gentle thud as his brother sat. Josiah hadn't answered yet, so in the meantime, Jeremy's fingers edged forwards until he could curl them around the cup there for him. He offered a slight nod in thanks for it, and breathed in the warmth of the steam of it while he waited.

    Josiah answered eventually, but the length of time he had waited confirmed that there was something he was mulling over. Though it didn't reach his face, concern grew heavy in his chest - the first part of the answer lifted him back into something like relief.

    "Some small changes," Jeremy repeated slowly, wishing the word change didn't terrify him so, as if he were on a cliff-face, teetering on the edge of an abyss. The vagueness of it didn't help. He had faith that Josiah would have thought anything through - anything at all - before bringing it up, had faith that Josiah was a sensible, reasonable human being, with the Rohlwings' interests at heart... and regardless, Jeremy was panic-stricken inside. Mostly because he was almost entirely sure that anything that needed changing was his own fault. Still: the least he could do was be receptive to whatever this was going to be, and the last thing he wanted to do was tread all over Josiah's ideas before he had even managed to expel them, purely because Jeremy was scared.

    So he consciously loosened his shoulder, tried to frown less. "Of course... Alright... Yes, I'm sure you're right," he said, trying desperately to phrase his encouragements right, and casually too. "Go on then. What did you have in mind?"
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    Josiah watched his brothers reaction to his words before smiling as Jeremy repeated his words. He almost nodded before remembering that the action would be pointless. "Yes," he confirmed. He wasn't exactly sure how to phrase what he wanted to express about his newly fostered personal desires. Josiah wasn't the sort to enjoy talking about himself which just made this all the more difficult to convey to his sibling.

    Josiah had contemplated things until there was no more room to contemplate. He had to take some sort of action.

    He took in a breath as Jeremy asked what he had in mind. "Well, first - my occupation. It is very stable and I quite like it but I have been considering a change. Perhaps I could take a job at the casino or the complaints office," he shared, wondering what Jeremy would think considering the former was where the man used to work.

    "I've also been, well, not lonely, per se," he continued awkwardly. "I think I might like a wife and I wondered if you have ever had the same thought?" Josiah thought that it would make some sense if Jeremy had, even if fleetingly, considering he was older.
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    Josiah still sounded cautious, but eventually he came out with it all. Of all the news he had been given from the mouths of his siblings: Tuesday's elopement, Jason's wizardness - well, Josiah wanting a change of career was hardly the most worrisome. "Oh," Jeremy said, more thoughtfully.  

    "Understandable," Jeremy said, of the first matter. He had to wonder whether there was any impetus in it caused by him and his - his persistent unemployment, when he was useless and the family relied on Josiah's work. They needed Josiah in a job, of course, but Jeremy was very much opposed to seeing his brother miserable in his life. (Josiah hadn't said he was anything approaching miserable, but even so, Jeremy wasn't about to let him risk getting there. He was a source of enough misery for the whole family, thank you very much.)

    "The casino pays a decent wage," he pointed out, "and, I'spose, if you're looking for excitement..." he trailed off, figuring it was self-explanatory. Either the casino or the complaints office would see Josiah more around people - people other than a bunch of yelling children - and although neither place of work screamed ideal to Jeremy, he could not blame Josiah for likely wanting the opportunity to see some people, day on day. (Lord knew Jeremy wasn't much company at home, for one. Nor was Josiah's eldest sister, for that matter.) "I'd say either was worth a try," he mused, "an' a change might do some good."  

    He had to take a long swallow of tea before he could work up the composure to address the other matter on his brother's mind. Far more awkwardly, he set the cup down, still drumming on it with his fingers. Had he ever had the same thought, of a wife? If he had, it was a distant one, not for a long while; never as an actual possibility. And that, before it had been truly made one, for him. He forced out a laugh. "Me? No," Jeremy answered, trying to brush off the question, make a joke out of it. "Who in the world would have me?" No, he was too sorry for that; still, it oughtn't be his younger brother's responsibility, any more than it would be a wife's, to be stuck taking care of him - and that was why Josiah's idea of getting out, getting married, actually had potential to be a good one. "No, but you - you've got a chance yet," he said, with the briefest quirk of a grin. He still had a bit of teasing older brother in him, and for a moment all his ordinary bitterness was gone. "You got a girl in mind, or?"
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    Josiah had not really thought on the 'excitement' bit of things. He was a quiet man and didn't really like being among a crowd of people. Then again, he figured adults might be a little more tolerable than children. At the very least, they had the veil of public etiquette to keep them in line whilst children were usually very free with their words and could be, perhaps, sometimes a little overly social. He had lost count the number of times he had been repeatedly asked 'why?' when it came to something he was doing.

    He was relieved, somewhat, to hear that Jeremy thought that a change would do them good. He could make do with dealing with being around people all the time if the pay was well and the people not too intolerable.

    Josiah then waited to hear what Jeremy thought about the other matter that he had lay on the table. He was saddened to hear his brothers words. There was a stubborn familial loyalty within him that dictated that any woman would be lucky to have Jeremy as their spouse.

    "As for me, there was a girl that I quite admired but that was months ago and I have not heard a thing from her since," he admitted sheepishly. "But the experience did help me realize that I might be ready for it all."
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    There had been a girl, then, once. (Jeremy supposed, very faintly, he might have said the same - but it had been a long time.) He was both surprised and unsurprised by Josiah's answer: on one hand, he hadn't heard any mention of whichever young woman his brother had had his eye on, not a peep. On the other, neither of them had ever been men of many words, and Jeremy wasn't sure his brother would have told him, even if there had been a real prospect there.

    It was heartening, then, that Josiah cared enough to talk to him now - about anything at all. It felt as though most conversations had at home in the past few years had been centred around Jeremy, his needs, his limitations, what he wanted. And this? This was a welcome change. For a split-second, at least, Jeremy could be useful again. The older brother. Needed, even a little.

    "Well." Jeremy remarked, letting that declaration sink in, half-impressed by it. When had his brother grown up so, really? "Well," he repeated, his mouth still tugging into that tentative smile. "If that's so, I'm sure there's a girl out there for you. You ought to - Settle down. Have a family of your own." It had been a startling change for Tuesday - much too early, and in the most unconventional of manners - but it did make him relieved to see her shaping a life and a family of her own. Josiah should do the same. "Not that you need my blessing for't," he added.
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
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    Josiah tended to keep things to himself, especially when they had been getting through the first year or so of Jeremy's blindness. He was rather glad that he hadn't said anything about Miss Grace since Miss Grace seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

    "Can you imagine, Jeremy?" He chuckled when Jeremy said that he was sure there was a girl out in the world for him. "A darling girl or boy to call you uncle just like Tuesdays little ones do?" He was aware that he didn't truly need Jeremy's blessing to do anything - he was a grown man, after all - but it did still feel better to get it.
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    Yes, Josiah was well and truly ready for it - a wife, children, a home and family of his own, the whole lot. Plenty of men were taken with the idea of a wife but not the rest: how many blokes had Jeremy used to know, back in Dundee when they weren't even much older than boys - get a girl pregnant, have to settle down, be completely out of their depths. Jeremy had used to think himself out of his depths trying to raise Jason, and Jason was his brother.

    But the Rohlwings were as sensible and responsible as the best of them, and he had every faith in his brother. And - good Lord, to be admitting it with a dreamy kind of smile - Jeremy did rather like the thought of more kids to dote on. He had always felt awkward around children (especially the wee magical ones, who might do mad things at any moment!) but - maybe it was just in recent years - he had been comforted by their openness, curiosity, unhesitating honesty. Children were a funny thing. "I can," imagine, that was, and he could. "An' you'll hear no complaining from me," he remarked, trying to say it gruffly so it didn't come across too soft.

    "You'd better get out there and find a wife sharpish," he said, with another chuckle. (And Jeremy: well, he ought to start making plans of what to do with himself when it happened. Josiah would probably move out, he thought, especially depending on the girl he found himself - and Jeremy didn't want to have to cling on to Sattie for the rest of her life, when she ought to have her own life too. He'd - he'd have to find himself a job, something to do, some way to support himself.)
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
    [Image: ItRa65.png]
    Josiah did wonder what would happen if he ended up with a magical wife. That would be interesting, to say the least. He was somewhat used to dealing with magical children thanks to Tuesday but it was one thing to have them underfoot for a couple hours while his sister visited than it was to have one of his own! Would he be able to handle that? He liked to think that he could.

    "How do you think it would be to have a magical wife?" Josiah had always been a lot more comfortable with magic than most of the original Irvingly townfolk. Even fascinated. He was rather curious as to how Jeremy thought on it, though. He wasn't sure he had really ever asked Jeremy's opinion on magic before and if he had, it had since left his mind.
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    How did he think it would be? Jeremy didn’t have a clue, really. Tuesday had done it, and seemed to fare alright. Their youngest brother was an unexpected wizard, too, so every year they seemed to be wading further and further into the magical world - or, at least, in Jeremy’s case, seemed to be getting dragged further and further out to sea.

    What was he to say to this, though? “It’d be... something, that’s for sure,” he replied, non-committal. “Don’t doubt you’d cope,” he added; Josiah took to new things better than he did, for certain. “And it might make life easier,” he mused, cracking another half a grin, or more interesting. Either way.” He had always been wary of magic, since they’ve moved here. Years later, and he still didn’t quite understand it, wasn’t sure he ever would: but there was nothing to do but get used to it. “After all, I suppose things haven’t been - well, normal, if you like - in a very long time.”

    Besides, Jeremy supposed, there was so shortage of witches in Irvingly.
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
    [Image: ItRa65.png]
    Josiah was sure he would do fine as well. Of that much, he was sure, at least. The first step in such unions was acceptance, he had always felt. Everything else would definitely require work but Josiah had never been the sort to shy away from hard work. Besides, he had always been rather adaptable when it came to situations that he found himself in.

    "Definitely would be interesting from what I've seen," he chuckled, thinking of their younger brother and the magical adventures he sometimes shared with the rest of them. "Not since they came along and helped us out," he said in agreement.
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    Truly, he didn't see any reason for Josiah to be worried. He had a good head on his shoulders and a good heart in his chest, enough caution to find the right girl and enough adventure in him if she were a witch. If he had really needed Jeremy's opinion on any of this, well - Jeremy hoped he had been helpful. Giving advice mightn't be the thing he was best at. But God knew he'd tried to give all the encouragement he could.

    "You'd best hurry up and get on with it," Jeremy chided, mostly jokingly. "Then you can tell us all what it's really like, t'have a magical wife."

    (And he ought to hurry up and get a move on, finding himself a purpose, a plan, a future that wasn't dependent on other people's goodwill, other people sacrificing their days for him.) With a laugh, he got to his feet - carefully - and shuffled around the chairs to carry his now-empty cup over to be washed up. He could do that much, at least.
    Jeremy has been blind since February 1885.
    [Image: ItRa65.png]
    Josiah chuckled at his brothers words, picking up his glass for another sip of his tea. "We shall see," was all he said as he enjoyed the rest of his tea while Jeremy washed up his own cup. It was going to quite odd to have a life that didn't revolve caring for Jeremy but he had stopped doing so for quite a while. Once Jeremy had adapted as well as one could, there had actually not been very much for Josiah to do for him aside from making things a little easier as subtly as he could. They would all be fine, even with a change, he would make sure of it.
    Prior to Sept 1887, Josiah had long hair.
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”