The Colinshaws were - and still are, if you want to get technical about it - a Very Prominent Pureblooded family. Which is all well and good, you're allowed to be as purely blooded as you like, that's fine. But the problem started when, being a bunch of Big Deal Mayflower Motherfuckers, they decided to make their way over to new and shiny shores and stomp their way all over things that didn't belong to them, planting flags in places nobody said they could and being generally disrespectful to things way older than they were. Which was probably unnecessary and definitely rude. So they got themselves cursed. Y'know, as you do.

The curse always effects the first born son of any child of the Colinshaw line. If the first born is a son. Which it is. Always. Of course. Because, curses. One of those nice 'see if you like it when I get rid of your heir' curses. But it's been a hot second since then, so the curse is mostly an inconvenience at this point. More Embarrassing to the Family Name than actually horrific. So the Colinshaws tend to - Well, they've picked up a habit of just taking care of the whole first born thing elsewhere. Leaving them free to have a bunch of Pureblooded, non-cursed children afterward. Well, not not-cursed. More asymptomatic curse-carriers. (There's a definite rumor that the children were disposed of in a decidedly less kosher manner in the past. And that they got in some serious shit for it. So outsourcing, while a bit of a low-brow move, isn't a prosecutable offense.)

The curse itself is a two-pronged monstrosity. (It may have had more prongs in the past, but one can't be entirely sure. That branch of the family isn't particularly into sharing with half-blood bastard kids, apparently. Which is weird, considering the fact that they're the ones that go out of their way to have all of the half-blood bastard kids.) Context clues seem to hint that it used to be more potent, but years of well, years and muddled bloodlines have whittled it down to more of a general nuisance.

The first of which is a certain degree of magical weakness. Fortunately, this bit usually only lasts for a a few days a month. (He uses a period app to track it. It’s pretty accurate. Would definitely recommend.) During those days, most wand-based spells tend to be a bit wonky and uncooperative. Which is more of an inconvenience than anything else.

The second is an allergy to healing spells. (It was probably intended so that they'd die faster. Which. Is pretty fair, considering the original context.) In that they don't work right. Or well enough. In extreme emergencies, they'd probably do something. Ish. They’re just ... itchy. And unpleasant. And mostly ineffective. Neosporin does fine. So he's big on the band-aids and he bruises like a god damn peach.

Edited 2019-10-02 12:16 am (UTC)