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https://www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-london/vol40/pt2/pp117-166#h3-0051
for Grimmauld place in...just about every AU fic I'm writing.
Catholic students attending Hogwarts have to get a dispensation from Rome to go. Not because the Church has an issue with magic, but because they won’t be able to fulfill their weekly obligation to attend Mass.
While Hogwarts technically has a non-denominational chapel, it’s currently being used as an excellent place to store firewood. No one has asked to have a service in there for generations, nor do they still have a chaplain. The last chaplain at Hogwarts served at some point in the early 18th century, but no one really liked him and students weren’t complaining that chapel was no longer compulsory.
Rome put her foot down at that point (once they found out…and they always find out) and began requiring a dispensation to attend, necessitating Paperwork.
(There isn’t much the Church loves (beside the BVM) more than paperwork and bureaucracy.)
It’s mostly a formality. Usually this would be handled at the parish level (pastors have the power to give a dispensation for the weekly obligation) but it’s enough students and there may still be some Feelings about the Reformation.
Yes, there is a form.
HP fanfic trait is that I invent wildly ridiculous ways for the whole Voldemort + horcrux situation to be dealt with because I’d rather write about the magical Season and Social Crimes.
Harry Potter panicking because people keep trying to get him Alone and What About His Virtue? is way more entertaining than Harry Potter being kidnapped and tortured.
(Harry doesn’t actually have to worry about any of it because Ron and Hermione have his back. Ron is big enough to make people leave and Hermione is mean enough to make them hurt if they don’t. Harry hasn’t noticed yet.)
Severus Snape plays the ukelele. He felt he had to select at least one of the instruments the older students in Slytherin thought so terribly elegant, and the ukelele was 1) affordable and 2) portable. He considered a banjolele (a banjo the size of a ukelele), but Narcissa threatened to throw him into Black Lake if he got one.
She taught him piano because she thought the older students were ridiculous and easily taken in.
(The mania for the accordion, crumhorn, banjo, etc. only started when an upper class muggleborn in the early 1900s managed to convince the population of Slytherin that of course those instruments were the last word in elegance. Why, the Prince himself plays the banjo!)
(The Prince did not play the banjo)
In any case, the ukelele let him fit in with some of the other Slytherins and had some added benefits.
To whit: it was very easy to accompany yourself while singing. Especially the songs of the 1920s and 1930s, which delighted his Nan.
Narcissa found less delight in his newfound hobby, mostly because he sang things like I Want to Be Bad, Making Whoopee, Let’s Misbehave, and I’m a Bear in a Lady’s Boudoir.
Severus became intimately familiar with her silencing and stinging hexes. She could identify any of those songs by the first few notes, like an especially nerve-wracking parlor game.
Her Slytherin Musical Evenings were never quite the same once Severus discovered the ukelele.
(Of course she hosted Musical Evenings. Slytherin House was a microcosm of the Society over which she would eventually reign. She also hosted teas, afternoon dances, and the occasional picnic. No one quite knew how she managed so many Outstandings on her OWLs and NEWTs since she seemed to spend more time event planning than studying.)
I realized last night why the Wizarding World is so strange and why it doesn’t feel quite real: Rowling essentially took the Upper Ten Thousand of English society and made them magical. It’s an insular community with bizarre class structures because there really aren’t any.
In Rowling’s world, as she constructed it, everyone goes to the same school. So a shopkeeper’s child is rubbing elbows with the Malfoys of the world. That child could be just as pure blooded as a Malfoy, too. Her world has 0 real class distinctions, which would be interesting if it was intentional, because we don’t see those children in the books. We don’t meet the kids of people who go to Hogwarts but live and work in Diagon Alley.
Everyone we meet seems to have 1) family working in the Ministry or 2) independent wealth. Where are the Fortescues or the Borgins or the kid whose parents own Flourish and Blott’s? They don’t have to be a main character, but a mention would have helped to round out the world she presented. As it stands, we’re told Hogwarts is open to all, but we don’t see that in the text (unless I missed something).
It’s one of those weird little bits of world building that gets overlooked because ‘it’s a children’s book series’. But a good editor should have picked up on this as the series progressed.
This is one of the problems with letting authors loose without a good bit of editorial oversight once they get popular.
I’ve been reading a few different books that got me thinking about the HP Ton/The Season universe. I’m up to the draining of the Fens in A Time Traveler’s Guide to Restoration England and…would the magical world have drained the fenlands? Would they have finished enclosing farmlands?
I don’t think they would have drained the Fens, or at least not to the level they’ve been drained. For one, I don’t see the population booming to the point that would require draining for farmland and for another, the magical world doesn’t need to extract every ounce of value from their land.
I also like the idea of a semi-aquatic group of people who live in the Fens. They were real people before the draining project. Why wouldn’t there be water-based magicals?
On the enclosure project…I can see those areas that historically had enclosed fields staying that way. Perhaps the other counties would take a halfsies approach? Some land is enclosed and some isn’t. Grazing rights, tenancy, etc. would remain as they were (for the most part) before enclosure.
The other book, A Visitor’s Guide to Jane Austen’s England, got me thinking about canal travel. I’d forgotten all about the canal system. I can see older people, especially, being fond of canal travel. It’s possibly slower (port tunnels exist that act a bit like portkeys for vehicles, but it’s still a boat), but it’s smoother than rail travel and you also don’t have to train a horse to go through a port tunnel on the turnpike.
“Would you kindly sod off, Headmaster?” Severus growled.
He knew going into the staff room for a digestif with Minerva would prove to be a mistake. For one, the coffee was appalling. For another, it gave Dumbledore a prime opportunity to corner him.
Minerva, the traitor, sniggered into her substandard coffee.
“It’s such a very small request, Severus. Miniscule, even. And think how much joy you could bring into the lives of the aged?” Albus wheedled. “They would be so terribly excited to see you perform again. Your grandmother was a favorite of many.”
Severus nearly bit his own tongue in outrage.
“Last year, you degenerate old codger, you had me in a catsuit and some reprobate kept yelling ‘show us your arse then, darling’.” He hoped his scathing tone would singe the old arsehole’s beard off.
“Douglas Harriot went off to his next great adventure this December last,” Albus explained hurriedly, sensing his moment. “He won’t be in the audience to trouble you. And it is for charity.”
Severus favored him with the stink eye that sent most students scarpering for the hall before detentions went flying.
“I’m sure you’re very frightening, dear boy. Not one of us wonders how you keep your more vivacious students in check. I suppose I could manage to find an extra free weekend for you each term and…seven more free evenings this year?”
“What do you have in mind?” Severus sighed.
“There was a really splendid scene in a show on the telly that I saw with Cecilia and Deidre the last time I went round for tea…you’re not adverse to cross-casting, are you?”
———
Which was how Severus found himself seven weeks later, crossing the stage in the Jolly Jents Revue (all proceeds to go to the Aged Alchemists Fund) while wearing a flame-colored velvet corset (with matching and spangled pants) and singing:
Cherry ripe, Cherry ripe
Ripe I cry…
He tossed a long curl over his shoulder and hoped against hope that the pompadour they’d swooped his front hair into would hold. It had to last at least through You’d Be Surprised, Sister Susie’s Sewing Shirts for Soldiers and The Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me.
The extra free weekends would be worth it.
“Show us your arse then, darling!”
For example, he could use one to murder Lucius Malfoy.
Why is my favorite genre of fic “Much to his consternation, people want to wrap Severus up in blankets and spoil him”?
Hubert Prewett, Sr., having seen him for 5 minutes is poking me that he’d very much like to get to know the sarky arsehole better.
Lucius and Narcissa keep being solicitous and worried. “Oh yes, he’s a bit delicate. His lungs you know. Grew up in one of those wretched industrial cities with bad air and the most atrocious smog.” (Lucius will explain to anyone who stands still for 30 seconds). Narcissa frets about warm enough underclothes and drafts.
Minerva wants him to have a nap and a nice cup of tea.
His 1983 7th year students are conspiring and a few of them are knitting or crocheting blankets as fast as they can work around NEWT prep.
And Albus worries about cold and damp feet. Can be injurious, you know, cold feet. Lead to all sorts of colds. Pneumonia, even.
Pomfrey keeps trying to offer him some strengthening broth.
Honestly, he’s about to leave the castle altogether if one more person offers him a warm anything.
1. Sirius went for name recognition based on evil and criminality and just hoped Harry never did the math (most likely).
2. Bella failed her NEWTs for fifteen years running and was the oldest student to leave Hogwarts when she finally passed. Bella’s NEWTs remain a Slytherin Common Room joke.
3. Bella was one of those old students who popped up ‘for a chat’ every chance she got. Until it became known she was a marked Death Eater and banned from the school. She couldn’t be before because, as Sprout said, you couldn’t ban her for having objectionable political views. You’d have to ban half the student body in that case.
4. Bella, bored as Society Wife, started a literary salon in Hogsmeade. Sirius deeply distrusts anyone who likes books that much. And she wouldn’t let him join, the harpy.
5. Slytherin Book Club.
6. Slytherin Tea Tasters Club, Hogsmeade Auxiliary.
7. Slytherin Old Students Society meetings always took place in Hogsmeade. On the weekends students were allowed to visit. So convenient, really.
8. At the urging of Narcissa, she gave Severus etiquette and piano lessons. They mostly devolved into shouting matches, but it gave Narcissa a break.
I wrote this a while ago on the YouTube channel Ultimate Fashion History, but wanted to pull it into a separate post. Because I’m petty and bad information sends me B.E.C. Also I spent most of today trying to find the post (posted as a reply last summer when I apparently forgot to tag it).
Because I’m kind of a masochist, I watched the 1920s one. Now, I’m not an expert and I’ve just started getting more into the 20s for both research and sewing, but it was…not great. Also, she’s snide.
For a video purporting to be about fashion history, I got about 10 minutes of actual fashion history. Out of about a half hour. She spent more time on bios of three film stars, what Art Deco is, and showing modern interpretations of the 1920s.
Although, she clearly likes the 20s more (goes on about modernity and finally being able to move!), so that…actually didn’t make it easier to watch. I was annoyed at the subtle digs at the past.
Issues I Noticed
1. Spoke as if all women in the 20s used makeup on the regular. Didn’t differentiate at all between what you might see in a city and a more rural area. Was also quite judgy about makeup styles and possibly incorrect on some points. I have to look.
Ignored anything older women may have worn.
2. Spoke as if all women bobbed their hair. No mention of other styles. No mention of men or older women.
3. Keeps showing modern runway and fashion interpretations of the 20s.
4. Described the ideal body type as ‘short and squat/square’. Used a pic of a 20s Miss America whose measurements belied that claim. She had a 9 inch difference between her waist and hip and was 5'6". It 5'6" now short? Is a 9 inch hip to waist differential now square?
5. Claims that the 20s are the first time the arm has been fully bare (while showing an image with a short cap sleeve) since Ancient Greece. Clearly has an advanced case of Victorian Ballgown Bodice Blindness.
6. Claims that women wore cloche hats to appear to have a small head. I’ll have to look this up, because I’ve never heard this one before. I’m assuming this is bullshit.
7. She does mention that there were very few Flappers. So, like, half a point there.
8. Have to look up if there were laws on women smoking in public. I don’t think so, I think it was just convention, but I’ll check. (No laws on women smoking in the street by the 1920s. The laws once on the books were rarely enforced)
9. Claims women keep crossing their legs in photos to show them off since they could now. Also sounds like bullshit.
10. Appears to use an image of a late teens corset, possibly a very early 20s one, when talking about what’s under a 20s woman’s clothing. The picture is kind of small, but it looks like the late teens version of the Scroop corset.
No mention of slips, teddies, bloomers, or anything else. Apparently women wore a bandeau and Mrs. Dewitt-Bucater’s corset from Titanic and a dress.
No mentions of the difference between a young woman’s underclothes and an older woman’s.
11. Claims metallics were completely new and never seen before. Possibly connects that to beading, but I’m not positive. Has a bad habit of jumping topics.
12. Never mentions knitwear.
13. Claims Chanel was the most brilliant designer ever (seriously, when Vionnet also existed?). Does mention her collaboration during WW2. And no, Chanel did not design the first clothing women could both be stylish and work in.
14. Seems to talk mostly about the fads and very fashionable clothes. Ignores the early 20s and focuses more on the mid-to-late 20s. Still doesn’t mention knitwear. Or what fabrics were used. Or innovations in fabric tech. Art silk, anyone?
What did people wear at home? She’s certainly not going to tell you.
15. Uses some street photos of actual people, but leans very heavily on photos of film stars and modern interpretations from runway shows and fashion shoots (reiterated because I hate this so much).
16. Implies we see more men’s hats in the crowd for Valentino’s wake because they were gay. (This is the point my fitness tracker suggested I take 2 minutes to breathe).
17. Barely mentions Egyptomania because she covered it in the Ancient Egypt video. It got maybe a minute. Thanks, let me just torture myself some more for what’s likely misinformation.
18. Called Jazz ‘crazy music no one had ever heard before’, completely ignoring that Jazz grew from Ragtime. (Any music historians feel free to correct me here…about the birth of Jazz, not the 'crazy music’ comment. It was and is glorious music.)
19. Claims the 1929 stock market crash changed fashion overnight when we can see hemlines dropping before that. Also, fashion didn’t change that drastically from 1929 to 1930. Those changes started early in '29.
20. Did give a nice bio of Josephine Baker, touching on her service as a spy in WW2 and her work in the Civil Rights movement in the US. While nice, this is not 1920s fashion history.
21. ETA: Barely talks about menswear. She could have done a while separate half hour just on men’s trousers in the 20s.
22. ETA2: Doesn’t touch on the rise in home sewing in the period due to simplified shapes, etc.
If anyone knows more than me, feel free to correct anything. Honestly, if I were her student I’d ask for a refund from my university. I learned nothing new and her snide implication about the men at Valentino’s wake was both rude and unnecessary.
Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, ahistorical constant wearing of trousers by Miss Fisher aside, does a better job of showing what women were wearing in the late 20s
This is like, the pettiest thing on the planet, but it drives me bonkers when people put together an aesthetic Slytherin moodboard and there’s an image of a teacup with milky tea in it WITH A TEABAG STILL IN THE CUP.
Who in the hell leaves a teabag in the cup that long? And a teacup, too! Teabags aren’t meant for that size cup unless you enjoy tasting only tannins and sadness.
You do not want to taste only tannins and sadness.
And I don’t think the WW even has teabag technology, potentially.
Posh tea, like the kind Slytherins drink (and you know those posh bedsteads still ask each other if they’d like China tea or Indian) is loose leaf, brewed in a warmed pot for no more than 5 minutes (tannins and sadness, remember). It is served in those lovely cups with or without milk (possibly with a thin slice of lemon if we’re feeling extra fancy or cherry preserves if we’re having a Russian sort of day), sometimes with extra hot water available if you have a weak constitution and can’t handle properly brewed tea.
Half the time the kind of tea they would drink doesn’t even need milk.
Just, no teabags.
Also, most teabags in England don’t have strings. You fish them out with a spoon or your fingers (there’s a reason I have asbestos fingertips at this point in my life) like God intended.
Hermione Granger once terrorized the entire Great Hall by drinking 10 cups of Yorkshire Gold (strong enough to trot a mouse on!) before an exam. Dean Thomas was fairly certain she could see into a different dimension
Because I had this thought and now everyoe needs to know:
What if the WW upper class instrument wasn’t the piano? What if it was the accordion or the hurdy-gurdy?
Or…the banjolele.
Imagine, if you will, a small Severus just arrived in the Slytherin common room, having been brought up on tales of how elegant and refined they are, and the 6th and 7th years are hauling out their accordions (or hurdy-gurdies or banjoleles) for a quick practice together before heading off to bed.
He imagined something like a string ensemble, maybe. Violins were dead posh, yeah? But he gets an ensemble of accordions (or other humorous instrument) instead.
Dear Mam, (said a rather ink-splattered parchment arriving by first post the next morning)
I arrived safely and got sorted into Slytherin. Lily is in Gryffindor, but we promised we’d still be friends. Did you know any Potters or Blacks at school? I met one of each on the train and they were rude.
Lucius Malfoy has told me he’s taking me under his wing, whatever that means. Da wouldn’t like his hair much. He said to tell you Abraxas sends his regards.
I’ll write after classes tomorrow to tell you how they went.
Love,
Severus
PS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THE ACCORDIONS!?
Is Snape sallow or does he just have the wrong skin tone to wear almost unrelieved black?
I can only think of Harriet Vane, who thought of herself as sallow while Wimsey described her skin as honey-colored. And of the comment from her dressmaker when she needed black for mourning the king’s death (Thrones, Dominations):
“It’ll be alright if we keep it off the face.”
Snape’s wardrobe, as described, would certainly be a trial for anyone with an inclination to sallowness.
Thinking more about house elves, because when are we not?
The house elves = slaves and only slaves, slavery is the only possible reading of their experience bugs me. House elves remind me more of a mashup of brownies (the inspiration) and the plight of servants before more modern times, especially in England (Being in service still isn’t absolutely amazing, but there are better rules out there. Whether or not they’re followed is another thing.).
You have your old family retainers like Kreacher who will never be let go because, honestly, they know too much, and your younger servants like Dobby, who want basic labor rights and to be treated like people.
Then, you have Winky. Winky was given clothes. Winky was equivalent to the person who worked in one house her whole life, made one mistake, and was dismissed without a character. Unfortunately for the Winkys of the real world, there wasn’t a Hogwarts for refuge. A servant without a character couldn’t get work in a respectable home where they would, hopefully, not be treated too horribly.
Nothing like writing up an entire Thing about underpinning 1920s clothing and then realizing that Mary Brooks Picken is THE ONLY PERSON recommending that kind of foundation/lining that late in the decade.
TBH I think she was probably correct continuing to rec using a foundation or lining for some stuff, but that’s just me. Extant clothing seems to disagree.
The Upper Class
The magical world’s upper class is comprised of families with great lineage and, in general, great wealth based on large estates. These families are generally not involved in industry, although some of that is changing. The magical world doesn’t have manufacturing on the scale non-magicals have achieved, but that’s partially due to the way a magical environment interacts with synthetic materials.
Some families, such as the Weasleys, are still considered Upper Class despite Arthur Weasley working for a living due to their long history in the magical world and the family participation in Great Workings (see The Weasley Scandal).
Many of the first families of the magical world received the honor, acreage, and accolades by participating in the Great Workings of history. (see The Great Workings) If they were part of a Great Working, then they have an hereditary seat on the Wizengamot.
Guardian families were accorded the status (and land) of the Upper Class if they had not participated in a Working. These families watched the borders between worlds, protecting the secret of the magical community. Notable Guardian Families include the Prewetts, the Blacks, the Fairfaxes, and the Morningsides. All four notable families participated in the Workings of history.
Members of magical society also entered the upper class at later dates by way of the Sacred 28. While essentially meaningless, it conveyed some cachet upon those listed. The Sacred 28 tend to be the absolute crushing snobs of the magical world, unless the family was part of a Great Working. Then they’re just regular snobs.
Members of the upper class tend to dress from nearly all previous eras. A family will have a certain style they generally stay with down the generations. The oldest families, like the Blacks, tend to favor medieval styles. The Malfoys favor the late Georgian and Regency periods, with forays into the late Edwardian period for Narcissa.
One can enter the UC by participating in a Great Working. The last families added were added in the mid-1940s. They came from muggleborn stock but helped shore up the boundaries between worlds after the Blitz.
The Middle Class
The magical middle class is comprised of those who work for a living but who also enjoy a great deal of leisure time and money. Some of them may be extraordinarily wealthy, but are not UC due to family history. The top of the MC tend to be artisans of some sort - artists, musicians, inventors, etc or politicians elected to the Wizard’s Council. Those who work in the Ministry, St. Mungo’s, or who own a shop in one of the shopping districts round out the magical middle class.
The Middle Class tends to be more concerned with manners and morals than the upper class. Behavior may be more constrained. Members of the middle class tend to favor mid-to-late Victorian styles but eschew the more flamboyant versions. A cage crinoline may be worn, but only of moderate proportions. Puffed sleeves may not be of the largest type worn.
The Lower Class
Due to having magic, many of the lower class magicals don’t live with the kind of poverty seen in the non-magical world. These are the people who work in shops, restaurants, factories, on farms, in service, or as tenant farmers among other jobs. These are also the country people who make up the vast majority of the magical population. Most of the LC children won’t go to Hogwarts; they go to one of the smaller schools or to a day school. Most larger towns have a magical day school.
Clothing tends to be more modern, if by modern we mean late 19-teens through the early 1940s.
The Great Workings
The Great Workings were feats of magic worked in unison by large groups, sometimes across the globe.
The Great Working of 1692, known as the Statute of Secrecy to muggleborn students, was a global effort that removed the magical world from the non-magical one. From the 13th century through through the 17th century, global magical society saw a rise in violence against those viewed as or accused of being witches. Most of those tortured and murdered, however, were not magicals.
To, hopefully, save non-magical people from a terrible fate, the global magical community devised The Great Working of 1692. They prepared for this feat of magic for five decades - devising the ritual, researching the runic sequences needed to shield entry points to the magical world, and preparing themselves - before they were ready to cast and chant.
For seven days and seven nights, magicals around the globe joined together to pool their magic in one of the most difficult and dangerous undertakings in their history. In the end, the magical world receded from the non-magical one. The combined magical power created a perfect copy of the non-magical world in 1692, tethered at specific entry points.
The English magical community had several more Great Workings over the decades since, mostly to update their cities. London, in particular, was selectively updated over the years to include such places as the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens and Almack’s, as well as the various city parks.
The Weasley Scandal
Septimus Weasley, known as a man who would wager on anything, managed to gamble away a sizeable fortune and go into a great deal of debt (the scandal). This wasn’t an amount of debt one might clear given enough time. It left the Weasley children with no dowries and what felt like no future (the Scandal part deux).
Upon his father’s death, Arthur discovered the depth (and breadth, and height) of the issue. After selling off everything not nailed down, except for the entailed land, he managed to clear most of the debt but had nothing left. So he went to work at the Ministry, determined he would never take one cent he hadn’t earned. Molly agreed with him. They supported his younger siblings until they could make their own way in the world.
They built The Burrow slowly on part of the old Weasley demense lands and rented out some of the farms. Much of the area where they live is their land - the Diggorys and the Lovegoods both rent land from them. Molly keeps the old home farm and orchard going and brings in a bit extra selling cider, jams and jellies, pickels, and other things. They are, slowly, managing to pay down what remains of Septimus Weasley’s profligacy
Can you imagine if Dumbledore had access to email and instant messaging? Like, pre-ubiquitous-cellphone level of tech?
Snape would have yeeted himself out the window well before 1998, straight to Malfoy Manor.
McGonagall would master ‘as per my last email’ in record time.
Percy Weasley should never have gone into the Ministry. His ideal job would be creating the first magical world consumer reports publication - The Red Book.
Cauldron Bottom Thickness - Danger Lurks in Your Lab
D'Eauville’s Fine Creams - We found adulterated products at the top of the market
Broom Safety Features to Look For
And so on.
If anyone is wondering where There’s a Silver Lining Through a Dark Cloud Shining came from as a title, it’s a takeoff on a line from one of my favorite WWI songs: Keep the Home Fires Burning. The best version is the Michael Feinstein one. It’s lovely and haunting and hopeful.
They were summoned from the hillside
They were called in from the glen,
And the country found them ready
At the stirring call for men.
Let no tears add to their hardships
As the soldiers pass along,
And although your heart is breaking
Make it sing this cheery song
Keep the Home Fires Burning,
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away
They dream of home.
There’s a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark cloud inside out
‘Til the boys come home.
Overseas there came a pleading,
“Help a nation in distress.”
And we gave our glorious laddies
Honour bade us do no less,
For no gallant son of freedom
To a tyrant’s yoke should bend,
And a noble heart must answer
To the sacred call of “Friend.”
Keep the Home Fires Burning,
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away
They dream of home.
There’s a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark cloud inside out
'Til the boys come home
Second favorite is Sister Susie’s Sewing Shirts for Soldiers because it’s fun.