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Since I’m playig with magic and its interaction with age/aging in this AU, I figured I should probably get some thoughts down.

  • Magicals can live about 300 years, especially if they take care of themselves. (Forget this only slightly extended lifespan nonsense. We have magic; we can see 3 centuries)
  • Most of them will look somewhere in their 50s/60s by their 100s. The start of their second century is comparable to a non-magical’s 60s/70s. By the end of their lifespan, they’re in the non-magical 80 - 100 range.
  • Intense grief and guilt can age a person quite suddenly. The reverse is also true when they move out of the most intense grieving period or manage to work through the guilt. Albus Dumbledore, in the aftermath of Halloween 1981, declined obviously. He’d gone fully white-haired after the last battle with Gellert, but losing so many he’d taught, etc. nearly did him in.
  • Sometimes, traumatic events can stop the aging process until the person’s magic feels that they’re safe. Harry got stuck at 8. Severus had something similar at 15 (and again after Halloween 1981). It’s basically the last ditch effort to get someone to notice that something is WRONG. Kind of like the magical equivalent of your body throwing up some other horrible symptom to get the initial issue taken care of.
  • Most magicals are a bit coy about their age. Minerva McGonagall (we’re going with her as a contemporary of Tom Riddle), regularly lies to people’s faces. She might be anywhere from 55 to 106. That’s her business.
  • Once you’re past 100, age matters less and less. Under 100s tend to get treated like sweet summer children sometimes.
  • Sometimes the long lifespan can cause issues in the job market, but it’s infrequent. Many goods are still produced by artisans, so it isn’t like you can’t use another boot maker or dressmaker or what have you in town. And not everyone wants to work in government forever.
  • Many magicals live in multi-generational homes. It’s less the norm after 2 dark lords and a few epidemics, but once the population rebuilds a bit it’ll be the norm again.
  • Please imagine a world full of the middle aged and OAPs who are full of vim and vigor. Where public life is geared toward people at all ages because they can see a baby boom on the horizon.
  • 17 is when the government gives you more adult rights (like voting) and thinks you’ve trained your magic well enough that you aren’t going to be a public menace. 28 is when you fully come of age because it’s divisible by 7 and have you met a magical 21-year-old lately? If you marry before 28, you’ll be seen as a full adult. If you’re the last of your House, then congratulations, you’re seen as a full adult at 17.
Taking the 1000-strong student body as canon, I fiddled with the numbers to see how that might work when broken down per year. The falling numbers of Slytherin students from 1977 through 1980 coincides with what may be the more active years for Voldemort and the Death Eaters. During those years, Gryffindor also loses some students. We also see a significant post-war baby boom in 1992.

I really hope my math is correct. :)

YearSlytherinRavenclawHufflepuffGryffindorFirst YearBirth Year
14142444419921981
21620303419911980
32038343819901979
42040352519891978
52545504019881977
63045503519871976
73540454019861975
Total:186270288256  

How does this work for class sizes? Students are organized into cohorts across houses. Each cohort has a set number of students. The 1991 Slytherin first years had 2 cohorts due to the small number of students.

I worked out names for the 16 Slytherins and 34 Gryffindors of Harry's year. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are still waiting. So Harry, Dean, Seamus, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender would be one Gryffindor cohort. They were matched with Draco, Theo, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne when G and S cohorts were scheduled in the same class.

Gryffindor BoysGryffindor GirlsSlytherin BoysSlytherin Girls
Robert PryceLily DarehamDraco MalfoyPansy Parkinson
Geoffrey HoldfastEilis ThomasTheodore NottMillicent Bulstrode
Charles CullepMadelynne EverettBlaise ZabiniDaphne Greengrass
Martin IvesJessica GrantGregory GoyleImmogen Heartley
Nicholas LeesideDeborah FullerVincent CrabbeModesty Allingham
Albert DalemanRoberta DeeReginald HoldfastEiluned Owen
Dareham CarmichaelAlice BullinQuintus GorehamDelilah Flint
James EllisDiana MartinJulian FitzroyAlexandrine Gregory
Daniel SmithEllen Maybright  
Stephen HillHelena Burke  
Zaccheus StorerLily Allen  
James WeaverHermione Granger  
Telford CarterLavender Brown  
Elias BlackburnParvati Patil  
Harry Potter   
Ron Weasley   
Neville Longbottom   
Dean Thomas   
Seamus Finnegan   


Formatted in tables for ease of use. :)

Like everything else world-building-wise in HP, the monetary system is a mess. I know it's a takeoff on the £. s. d. pre-decimalization system, but it's kind of useless. What monetary system only has 3 coins?
So, I propose this:

Most of what average people buy is priced in Sickles and Knuts. We're ignoring canon here. Diagon Alley, as a shopping arcade catering to the newly arrived, tends to have higher prices and to only price things in whole coins.


Galleons
The main 1G coin has an image of a galleon on it. All of the Galleon-based coins use images of ships.


Denomination Name
1/2G Dinghy
1G 3S Brig
2G Billet
5G Skiff
10G Sloop

Colloquially, large amounts of money also go by nautical names:

Denomination Name
50G Schooner
100G Smack
500G Caravel
1,000G Clipper
5,000G Cog
25,000G Flotilla
50,000G Fleet
1000,000G Armada


Sickles
Sickles use harvest-related iconography, hence their name. The 1S coin has an image of a sickle on it.

Denomination Name
1/2S Blade
2S Tick or Tickle
(from 2 Sickles)
5S Caravel
15S Clipper

Knuts
Knuts are the most commonly used currency. Their iconography is a bit more random.

Denomination Name
1/8K Stacker
1/4K Quacker
it has a duck on it
1/2K Dilly
2K Dubs
6K Topper
it has a hat on it
10K Cauldron or Brew
has a cauldron on it

“Now Ginny, don’t gawk. He’s a boy, not a kneazel in a shop.” Molly scolded lightly, pulling Ginny back to stand away from the train. She didn’t like to scold, not when poor Gin faced most of a year just with her, but you couldn’t go about gawking at people like that.

And he looked so much like Lily, right down to that sweet smile of hers, that her heart hurt for a moment. They’d been pregnant together, she and Lily and Alice, so they’d spent many long hours in the Burrow’s sitting room, waiting together. One couldn’t very well go on raids seven months gone. She found herself glad Lily lived on in Harry.

She could hold onto that.

“Mind if I sit here…everywhere else is full?”

Ron stumbled into the compartment as Fred poked him sharply in the back. They wanted to get Ron settled and be off to see Lee’s tarantula. Much more interesting than ickle firsties.

“Er, sure?” The red headed boy shifted a bit as if to get further out of the way.

“Brilliant! I’m Ron. Ron Weasley.” At least you could count on Ron to introduce himself.

“I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” The surname came at nearly a whisper.

“Budge up, Fred! Blimey he looks like his mum!” George exclaimed from behind him, crowding in and shutting the door.

“Is that bad? Everyone keeps…” He pressed his lips together as if afraid he’d said too much already.

“Course not!” Ron butted in. “It’s only everyone thought you’d look like your dad, you know.”

“Some blond prat was going on about it, nearly ran into me in the corridor.” George explained the shoving. “You’re the talk of the train.”

Harry groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “I didn’t even know about magic until Hagrid knocked the door in!”

“Hagrid knocked the…” Fred started.

“Door in?” George finished.

“My relatives don’t much like magic? Or anything that isn’t normal? My uncle sells drills.” The plaintive look on the kid’s face tugged at Fred’s heartstrings as an idea formed. He hadn’t the foggiest what a drill was, but he assumed it was something normal for Muggles.

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Narcissa, daughter of the House of Black, has had enough. No longer will she sit idly by and allow the house of her birth to be dragged through the muck.

“Sirius Orion Black, how dare you.” Narcissa’s angry, cut-crystal toned sliced across the noise of the Great Hall.

Sirius froze, years of experience with That Tone pinning him in place. And it looked like Sprout had let her in, even though she’d finished NEWTs two years before. Traitor.

“Pads, what is going on?” James muttered next to him.

“I am one thousand percent fucked, Prongs.” He tried to speak without moving his mouth. Better Cissa didn’t see him try to say anything.

At least most hadn’t yet shown up for breakfast. And he and the others had claimed the far end of the table, nearest the doors. Rather regretted that now, though. Probably would have regretted her stalking the length of the Hall more.

“I have never been more ashamed of you than I am right now, cousin.” And there she was, a vision of fury on the other side of the table. Sirius gulped.

“Good morning, Cissa.” His voice squeaked.

“Good morning my foot. I had seventeen owls this morning decrying your conduct yesterday. Seventeen! All before breakfast.”

Yesterday. The lake. Snivellus. Oh, yes, he was fucked, wasn’t he? Cissa had always had a bizarre affection for the twerp. And Lulu seemed to think him the lobster’s dress shirt.

“With me. Now.” The order had him scrambling away from the table to trot behind her, Jamie’s confused question strangling into silence at Cissa’s “I’ll be speaking to your parents later, Mr. Potter.”

Despite his greater height, he had to scuttle to keep up with her. Narcissa stalked down a corridor, paused, and nodded to herself. The nearest door opened at a flick of her hand, practically embedding the handle in the stone wall with the force of her magic. Sirius swallowed. Why had he let Jamie go so far? Read more... )

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