The Greengrass family's blood curse usually began to manifest after the victim's eighteenth birthday, though in some cases it appeared earlier or later.
After that, it would continue to ravage the victim's health for a considerable time before finally claiming their life. Most died before forty, and only a few survived past fifty.
But the longer the blood curse lasted, the more painful it became, so living longer was not necessarily a blessing for them.
Although Tris had learned a little about blood curses when he discovered that Nagini's condition matched one, he knew none of these details. So, while Coeus Apparated back to prepare the fireplace, he casually asked Daphne, "Do you have a blood curse?"
He got kicked for it.
"I'm only twelve! How would I know whether I have a blood curse?" Daphne said angrily.
How was I supposed to know you couldn't tell at twelve?
Tris pursed his lips, but secretly examined her with his Primordial Spirit. There was nothing strange attached to Daphne's soul fire. She probably wasn't cursed.
Of course, maybe she just wasn't old enough yet?
And why were Professor McGonagall and the others all tagging along, anyway? When they reached Hogsmeade, the young bartender at the Hog's Head was slumped over the counter, yawning.
Although it was a Hogsmeade weekend and plenty of Hogwarts students had come to enjoy themselves, almost none visited the Hog's Head.
It was too run-down.
Only rough fellows like Hagrid came here to drink. Even if the younger students wanted something alcoholic, they would go to the Three Broomsticks instead. Business was therefore sluggish all year round, and with the owner away, his employee naturally took the opportunity to slack off.
Hearing movement at the door, the bartender lazily raised his head. Then he saw a whole