#lestrange family

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

what is it like being married to Rabastan Lestrange? 💭

cw: MDNI 18+, mentions of trauma, wizarding war, death eaters | masterlist

you were the first thing Rabastan ever cared about more than his family

as soon as he laid eyes on you in the Hogwarts corridors, he knew that you were the love of his life, his soulmate, his wife

and thankfully, he's so charming, so infuriatingly handsome, that he had no trouble winning your affection

though, he makes a point to keep that flame burning every single day

Rabastan is unwavering in his loyalty, entirely devoted to you and his duty as your husband. he may wear the dark mark on his skin, but your name is etched onto his heart.

his entire life was spent on his brother Rodolpus’ shadow. he was second at everything, no matter how hard he worked, how ambitious he was, Rodolpus had done everything first.

but you…you were just his. Not his brother's, not his father's, his. you are his greatest accomplishment.

he's deeply romantic with you, candlelit dinners, bubble baths, chocolate and flowers when you're feeling down (mind you, they're gourmet chocolates and fifty long-stem red roses. only the best for his darling.)

you don't care about his money, and you tell him so constantly. but that doesn't stop the lavish gifts and luxury dates, custom made jewelery and designer clothing.

once on a trip to Paris, a piece of art at a the Louvre made you well up, and when you returned home the following week, it was hanging in the library by your favorite chair.

but he also brings you smaller trinkets and treats, a stone he found on a walk of the grounds that reminded him of your eyes, a peeling, sun-bleached book he saw in a thrift store by your favorite author, the cherries out of his old-fashioned, his coat off his back

he loves to play the piano for you, a secret passion of his, and you'll stretch out across the top of the instrument in the study, watching those dexterous fingers fly across the keys, playing whatever your favorite song of that week was, or the song you danced to at your wedding that he composed himself.

he tried to teach you once, his hands resting gently over yours, but you were too distracted by his heat at your back and the architecture of his forearms to learn a damn thing.

which was his preferred outcome anyways. he never gets tired of seeing you moon over him the way he does for you.

he also loves to cook for you despite the army of servants. he’ll give them all the night off, pay them extra to ensure they don't disturb you, and whip up your favorite meal. you always sit on the counter by him, a glass of the vintage wine he'd selected for them cellar in hand, watching him putter around in his pressed button down and tailored slacks, an apron around his waist and a towel thrown of his broad shoulder

he feeds you bits of cheese and crust of bread dipped in imported olive oil, stealing lush, wine-stained kisses between stirring pots and chopping vegetables

kissing Rab is like sinking into the fine leather seat of a luxury sports car. plush and decadent presses, indulgent to an almost excess, but when he hits the gas, it's exhilarating, heart-pounding, wildly fun. (more on that later)

hes a busy man, always in meetings with his family while running your household with an iron fist.

Rab will accept nothing less than perfection in nearly all things…except you (bc you're always perfect to him)

you can be as wild and carefree as you like, run around the gardens barefoot, finger paint a mural in the library, write your name over every piece of priceless art, and he'd only kiss the top of your head and praise you for your creativity.

but on the odd occasion he does get upset with you (usually because you put yourself in some kind of danger), he goes radio silent. avoiding you for two, three, maybe five days until he feels calm enough to talk to you without raising his voice.

he would cut out his tongue before speaking to you unkindly

he's a passionate man and feels things very deeply despite his calm, collected demeanor

and the thought of losing you…it shakes him to his core.

after an incident with a rogue death eater, Rab didn't leave your side for a week. he barely slept, barely blinked, until he killed the fucker himself…twice.

your husband was protective, possessive, his initials RL hanging on a solid gold chain around your throat.

everyone in London knew who you belonged to, and what the consequences were for coming at you sideways.

he wasn't jealous, per se. he knows he's usually the most attractive and powerful man in any room, and he knows how much you love him.

but when some fucking bastard has the audacity to speak to his wife out of turn, it's a a crime he simply cannot abide.

Rabastan is a strong man, built tall and broad like his older brother and father, and was unmatched with a wand, but he preferred a subtler approach. ie dismantling their self-esteem one bladed insult as a time.

you'd lost count of how many grown men he'd made cry and roll over like whelped dogs.

and it never failed to shock you when he'd verbally rip someone to shreds, then place the most tender kiss to your temple, murmuring his affection in your ear until you smiled and kissed the sin from that wicked mouth.

like his father, he can be cruel, callous, cold. you've seen on more than one occasion just how vicious he can be when provoked, but he's always always soft for you.

with you, he sheds his armor like a coat. loving to lay his head on your chest to feel the steady drum of your heart, your legs wrapped around his waist, fingers combing through his dark hair.

he has a lot of trauma from his upbringing (thought he'd never admit it). and nightmares and flashbacks are a regular occurrence. in those moments, you are the only thing that can soothe him, bring him back to himself and not the monster they made him.

he loves it when you hum for him, sing or read aloud. anything that fills the quiet with you, your presence. surrounded by you. drowning in you. mind, body, and soul.

he revels in your softness, your kind heart, and it soothes something sharp in his chest, rounding the edges of him until he feels more human than weapon.

ok…now the good stuff 🌶️

when you first met Rab, you assumed he'd be super dominant in bed, rough and claiming, but the reality is a bit different

the first time, he coaxed the orgasm out of you like the sun coaxes a flower to bloom, gentle, deliberate, and with absolute certainty.

he’s dominant, one hundred thousand percent, but it's a quiet kind of dominance. sweetened with praise and hazy affection, murmuring sweet nothings while he ravaged your body.

thats my girl, just like that.

I know you can take it, you're doing so well.

just a bit further, pet.

there you go, baby.

he could play your body like an instrument, knowing you almost better than you knew yourself, pulling orgasms from your wrecked body with relentless precision, using his cum and thick fingers to keep you slick and pliant for round after round

you can give me one more, I know you can. don't deny me what's mine.

he loved to mark you, leaving indented crescent moons across your tits and thighs

for all his pretention and neatness, he loved making a mess of you. spitting on your tongue and drooling pussy, seeing your slick coat him to the wrist, shining the leather of his Rolex watch. smearing his spend across your puffy lips and angelic face

so fucking pretty like this, baby. only I get to see you like this, yeah? my innocent lamb to ruin?

Rab's a giant munch, sloppy while he devoured your pussy, nuzzling your clit with his nose while he tongue fucked you, using his big hands to spread you open, nursing your clit with hard, rhythmic pulls until you were screaming and thrashing beneath him, soaking that gorgeous face with your honey

you loved to ride him, having all those rippling muscles and thick cock to play with, to use however you like. he'd run his hands over your body, lazy and languid, while you rode him with abandon, perfectly content to savor the sight of your eager, pleasure-drunk face, your perfect tits bouncing on his face while your greedy pussy sucked him deeper.

doing so well, love. you feel me all the way up there? don't worry, darling, you can have it all.

he also absolutely loves reminding you that you're his wife, that you're his, especially when your choking on his cock, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes

show me what a good wife you are. so eager to please, aren't you? that's it, baby. open that little throat for me.

his other fav positions are doggy and up against the wall, anything that has you at his mercy, where he can fuck you steady and deep, pushing you to your limits by the sheer intensity of pleasure, the unrelenting glide of his girthy cock in your tight, drooling hole, gripping his length with every withdrawal. like you wanted him to stay buried in your gooey heat forever

and there was nowhere that was off limits, a lesson your house staff and his brother learned the hard way on more than one occasion.

he particularly loved fucking you in his office and the dining room, using your body as his own personal stress-relief, or spread out like his favorite meal.

fucking your throat under his desk after a tough meeting, or licking whipped cream off your tits for dessert, before bending you over the wood, legs spread, pussy dripping.

Rab would always clean you up with his tongue, soothing your raw and ravaged cunt with tender, lush licks and open-mouthed kisses. so sinfully self-indulgent it made you melt every time.

he's the king of aftercare. lavender-scented bubble baths, peppermint tea for your abused throat, a warm compress for your aching pussy.

he'd perch on the edge of the tub, tending to your bedraggled hair with the utmost care and precision, cooing and fussing until you were sound asleep in your shared four poster bed.

Rabastan is a glutton for pleasure, and you are his favorite indulgence.

© agreeeeeeeeeee 2025. do not copy, translate or claim my writing as your own.

[whimsical-mistakes]

i hate it when pandora is made out to be super mature and someone who 'wouldn't hurt a fly'. like no. the woman literally blew herself up, she is not responsible.

anyways here is how i interpret her

she has really bad grades but shes extremely smart. unlike regulus, pandora only really pays attention if the topic interests her. she doesn't care about the draught of living death but she does care about amortentia so in the exam, despite not remembering actually writing anything down or taking notes, she can list every trait and ingredient of it but then when there a question about living draught her mind goes fully blank.

and honestly i think she knows that grades aren't everything and what some silly test on paper shows nothing about her actual skills (and i think she would've ingrained that in luna too)

she is not a ravenclaw. im sorry but i dont think that pandora fits within that house. as we know, ravenclaws like to seek knowledge but i dont think pandora does - i think she loves the unknown (likely due to being a seer and having the curse of knowing too much) and she will only seek out knowledge only if she has to

she is a slytherin that doesnt intentionaly break the rules like barty. she just doesnt understand why there are so many stupid rules in place when there are way better ways she could get things done.

she is NOT a planner - if you ask her to do something she'll just shrug and give you the most ominous response known to man

she knew remus was a werewolf. - she has 0 evidence to back this theory like at all. she just had a feeling.

she has zero sense of danger.

'regulus i think your being paranoid. how could me going outside for a late night walk to investigate the loud howling on a full moon be dangerous? you cant die at hogwarts'

she purposefully messes with barty by pretending that she saw something about his future and making him believe it. and he falls for it every. single. time.

'barty!' 'what' 'be careful on your way to care of magical creatures.' 'what why?' 'PROMISE ME BARTY' 'dora. did you see something' *slow nodding*

barty was paranoid for the rest of the day

she has 5 bajillion hobbies (sewing, baking, juggling ect.)

everyone in the friendgroup is slightly afraid of her - they all feel like shes capable of things that no one should be capable of

she steals potion ingredients from slughorn and lets the marauders get the blame

(which they take because at this point they cant even remember what they did and didn't do)

she took care of magical creature

evan and pandoras parents are split.

evan lives with his dad, dads shiny new wife and little brother (i am gonna go into depth about this household in my evan characterisation)

their mum managed to get out and took pandora with her - mr. rosier pays them money to act like they don''t exist and that's exactly what they do

her mum is a healer who works super hard and is often exhausted but is kind and lets pandora explore the things she wants

evan and pandora were separated when they were four and couldn't get back in contact but when they went to hogwarts they immediately rekindled their relationship

pandora is increadibly emotionally intelligent and loves observing people and theyre mannerisms - she sees how tense dorcas gets whenever anyone talks badly about gryffindors and how regulus sneaks glaces at the gryffindor table when nobodys looking, she even noticed wolfstar first

but she will take all of this to her grave.

she doesnt feel the need to share it like gossip or even to confront the people its about. she just enjoys knowing and allowing the world to unfold around her.

she has a little box of things that she collects that she just loves

she can read taro and loves watching people reactions to each card

she also loves being a absolute menace and making up the most random shit for people

'aahh yes this card mean you shall be blessed with the spirit of a pelican and the vitality of a platypus' 'ooooh- wait what?' 'shhhh let the cards speak to you'

in history of magic, her and regulus' favorite thing to do is write little flirty notes and put them in the bags of people that they ships bag as if theyre from eachother - this is how rosekiller finally confessed confirmed.

she LOVES matching hair with evan

shes super protective over regulus

not one person in the school hates her. they just don't.

edit:

when it comes to her moral compass - i dont think its very strong. thats not to say she cant tell the difference but i think her empathy gets in the way of her being able to decide if something is right or wrong. i think that when her friends joined the deatheater she was heartbroken but she couldn't just cut them off the way dorcas could because she could see why they did despite her thinking it was a horrible thing to do - i think thats why she never joined the order, she stayed neutral but still showed her view through the quibbler (supporting the order). i think she knew there was the chance she would have to go up against barty, evan or reg and she knew that she would never be able to.

(i hope i didnt offend anyone with the intro or my opinions - at the end of the day its a fandom and theres no 'set' traits of the characters)

i am gonna continue to add to this when i have another headcannon to add xx

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[konstantynowitz]

Riddle era headcanons

Walburga, like her son Sirius, was very rebellious in her youth. Wally’s parents had difficulty suppressing her recalcitrant tendencies and it only got worse once she got to Hogwarts. 100% bullied Muggleborns, probably even tried to hex Tom maybe once or twice before he earned his reputation.

Orion Black and Abraxas Malfoy were the first of Tom Riddle’s peers that he befriended during his first year at Hogwarts. In spite of this, Malfoy was the only one out of the two who joined the Knights of Walpurgis.

There is no doubt in my mind that would lead me to believe that Orion was not a pure-blood supremacist, but I don’t think he was much of an extremist when it came to blood purity. It definitely comes down to how far you are willing to go in order to preserve your own ideals and for Orion that only went as far as to marry your own cousin.

Alphard Black was a metamorphmagus like his grandniece Nymphadora Tonks. Being a metamorphmagi was not widely accepted back in the ‘30s and ‘40s, especially for witches and wizards born into influential pure-blood families so I don’t think Alphard’s parents approved of his abilities and probably implored him not to use them in public.

Cygnus and Druella were a love match which was a rare occurrence for pure-blood marriages at the time.

Tom Riddle’s classmate Rosier Sr. was the father of Evan and Felix Rosier. Rosier Sr. is also the brother of Druella Rosier, which therefore makes him the uncle of her three daughters Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa.

Druella inherited the lighter Rosier traits such as blond hair and blue eyes from her father, while her brother Rosier Sr. got the gene for more darker features from his family like his aunt Vinda Rosier.

Birth order of the Black siblings: Walburga (b. 1925), Alphard (b. 1927) and Cygnus (b. 1929). Canonically, Cygnus was born somewhere around 1938 which would’ve made him thirteen by the time Bellatrix (b. 1951) was born. Most fans have considered this a mathematical error made by J.K. Rowling and so I’m going to put his date of birth around the late 1920s.

Lucretia Black was not a pure-blood supremacist like her family, making her much like her cousin Alphard in that regard. She would later become an ally to the Order of the Phoenix when Voldemort rose into power.

Rodolphus Lestrange is said to have the gift of foresight, which I headcanon he gets from his father Lestrange Sr. Ironically, the raven is the family emblem of the Lestrange family, and in Greek mythology, a raven is the sacred bird of Apollo, God of foresight.

Lestrange Sr. married Tasoula Shafiq, a pure-blood witch from the Shafiq family who are listed in the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The Shafiq family are of Middle Eastern origin which is where I assume Rabastan Lestrange got his name from; the name Rabastan is Arabic for ‘Head of the Serpent’.

Euphemia Potter and Walburga Black were actually very close friends during their time at Hogwarts. The two grew apart especially once they graduated and Euphemia went on to marry Fleamont. Walburga didn’t approve of the match, because even if the Potters were a respectable pure-blood family they were not supremacists.

Orion and Walburga saw their marriage as more of an obligation than a partnership. It was a practical match which neither Orion or Wally were hesitant to accept. The two of them believed that it was their duty to keep their bloodline pure and if that meant marrying each other then so be it.

Due to the House of Black’s constant inbreeding, Orion was born with hemophilia.

[capriddle]

In the Lestranges trial from Goblet of Fire, which man do you believe was Rodolphus Lestrange, and why? Was he the “thickset man who stared blankly up at Crouch” or the “thinner, more nervous-looking man whose eyes were darting around the crowd”?

Would love to know your opinion!

I have always thought that Rodolphus was the first man, first of all because I imagine him more muscular than Rabastan and then because I believe he was the more courageous and contemptuous of the two, therefore the one who tries not to show fear or agitation. Let's say I think he had some traits in common with Bellatrix in terms of character and so he did his best to appear at least dignified.

[harbinger-0f-spring]

[theblackswan-and-thewhiterose]

Moodboard for @konstantynowitz’s oc Renissa Lestrange, the younger sister of Rodolphus and Rabastan.

[bowtomycoolscissors]

Elisa Lasowski as Minette Balbine Lestrange (née Rosier), a member of the pure-blood Rosier family. She was a woman of effortless charm, growing up in an environment where grace, beauty, and social prowess were paramount, excelling in all three. With a keen eye for elegance, adding to her ebullient nature, she was beloved by many of her peers, catching the attention of many such suitors who wished to ally with the Rosiers at that time. She was the younger sister of Félicule Lestrange and the older sister of Narcisse Rosier.

But under the warmth of her smile and the courtesy of her behaviour, was a keen intellect, one that understood the subtleties of power and manipulation better than most. After her sister Félicule's marriage to the Englishman Radolphus Lestrange, she found herself capturing the attention of his French cousin, Corvus Lestrange II.

She became the wife of Corvus Lestrange II in 1819, heir of Corvus I. By the year 1829, she had sired him two daughters and a son: Manon (b. 1821), Josette (b. 1823), and Corvus III (b. 1828). Manon and Josette Lestrange were also raised with their mother's exquisite taste in fashion. Minette lived to see her daughters get married to other French pure-blood families, and unexpectedly died of a heart attack at her son's wedding to Eglantine Lestrange.

Félicule Rosier is the original character of @konstantynowitz, and Narcisse Rosier is the original character of @theblackswan-and-thewhiterose.

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

And what if I wrote into my Sacred 28 doc that Pandora Lestrange is actually the illegitimate child of Evan Rosier's father cause her mother cheated on Rodolphus and Rabastan's father??

[catinthemoonlightwrites]

I’d love to hear people’s headcanons about the Lestrange brothers. I haven’t thought about them enough.

[bellacissa-fanarts00]

Rodolphus Lestrange

Rodolphus Lestrange didn't need to demand attention-it was given to him.

Tall, sharp-featured, with a smirk that hinted at secrets you'd beg to hear, he moved through the halls of Hogwarts like he owned them. Maybe he did. Dark hair, always perfectly tousled, collar slightly undone just to suggest he didn't care-except he did. Everything about him was calculated, effortless, dangerous.

Girls whispered his name behind cupped hands. Boys envied the way he could ruin someone with a single glance. Professors tolerated him because, despite his arrogance, he was infuriatingly brilliant.

(Anyone noticing the B tattoo-🤭🤭 obv for his wifeyy Bellatrix)

[marta-krasina]

И что только эти красотки нашли в этой морде?

Им еще в школе надо было послать Реддла и жить счастливо вдвоем, без всякого завоевания всего мира. Вдвоем заниматься зельями и чарами, пить вино по вечерам и смотреть французские фильмы, открыть свой ресторан или лавку, путешествовать и обсуждать книги. Варить кофе по утрам и устраивать долгие разговоры за завтраком. Ходить по букинистическим магазинам, находить редкие фолианты, бесконечно спорить о философии и значении статуса крови. Язвить и практиковаться в сарказме, а по ночам признаваться в волнующих душу вещах (и иногда скучать по Тому). Экспериментировать с редкими ингредиентами в зельях, изучать тайные чары и проводить запрещенные ритуалы. Кататься на лодке по тихому озеру и посещать званые вечера старых приятелей; ходить по музеям и бродить по старым темным лесам; бывать на вечеринках в Гоетии и весело проводить время; любить — вместе или по отдельности. Адара могла бы играть на фортепиано, а Шарли — сочинять стихи. В этом у них есть талант!

Шарли и Адара

Да, в реальности близкими подругами они никогда не были, но и врагами их тоже не назвать.

[knights-0f-walpurgis]

did the yaxley siblings know féchín?

Yes, the Yaxley siblings did know Féchín growing up. Although she died when all four of them were quite young, Féchín's cousins were greatly impacted by her death. Her passing was one of their first exposures to the harsh realities of life and loss, an introduction to a new concept that they were all unfamiliar with.

The ages of the Yaxley siblings at the time of their cousin's death were: eight (Remaclus), six (Fulcram), four (Corban), and two (Lysistrata). Since Remaclus and Fulcram were the older ones and therefore remembered more about Féchín's passing compared to their younger siblings, it was much easier for them to understand the circumstances under which they lost their little cousin, and yet they still found difficulty in processing the emotional weight of the situation.

As for the younger pair of the Yaxley siblings, both Corban and Lysistrata were confused Féchín's sudden absence within the family, struggling to grasp the idea that their cousin was never coming back. It took a while for them to come to terms with the pain of knowing that she was a lifeless thing, buried underneath the ground. (I have a feeling that Corban almost had a panic attack when he realized that they were burying Féchín).

The sight of Esclarmonde clinging to her daughter's coffin, refusing to allow it to sink into the grave was probably something unsettling for the children to see, as well. I just know that Madame Lestrange put up a fight to keep the finality of it all from crashing down on her. The wailing that spilled from Esclarmonde's lips shook Remaclus and Fulcram to their core, and it was something that still haunted them well into their adult lives.

[konstantynowitz]

Thinking random thoughts…

I don’t know about anyone else, but to me he is so Rodolphus Lestrange coded 😍

[capriddle]

Troll for Miss Black😏🤭

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Here is a continuation of the family tree collaboration project with @konstantynowitz. Originally, my main focus was on the Rosier family, but before we get into that side of the tree, I'm going to introduce you to earlier generations of the Volants. I have been connected to the French branch of the Lestrange family through a Volant ancestor, and this might be a long shot, but just bear with me. Benou��t Volant was born in 1794 as the nephew of Jodelle Lestrange (née Volant) who married Floxel Lestrange. In the year 1782, Jodelle had one daughter with her husband: Quintilla Lestrange, the mother of Nozéa Lestrange. Benouét was taken in by his aunt and uncle as a child when his parents died of a dragon pox outbreak. He was raised by Jodelle and Floxel, growing up alongside Quintilla as if she were his elder sister. Benouét later named his son Floxel Volant (I) in honor of his uncle.

For the time being, I do not have a name for Benouét's spouse, but I suspect that I'll make her a close relative of Floxel maybe through his mother Luminosa. Floxel Volant's mother may be a descendant from the Trouche family as I'm sure Benouét must've interacted with his uncle's extended family growing up, perhaps developing a close relationship with a potential bride through the Trouches.

I believe that Jodelle would have arranged for Benouét to marry a relative of her husband so that he could stay closely connected with the family. Floxel and Jodelle cared for Benouét as if he were their own child, so I think they thought that marrying him off to a Trouche was almost like an affectionate way of officially recognizing their nephew as an adoptive son of sorts.

Floxel Volant (I) was born in 1826 to Benouét Volant and his wife, his father was thirty-two at the time of his birth. Floxel remained a bachelor for the majority of his adulthood, enjoying the luxuries and privileges of his family's wealth. He was quite the lady-killer in his youth, so if he did have any children they'd be unacknowledged bastards that he never involved himself with, even if he was aware of their existence. Within the year 1870, at the age of forty-four, an unmarried Floxel impregnated his young mistress at the time, but the only difference between his current mistress and his mistresses of the past was that she also came from an influential French pure-blood family. Because of this, Floxel would be forced to marry his mistress who would later give birth to their only son Étienne Volant.

Something that needs to be acknowledged: I cannot take credit for this next half of the tree, as I had the help of @lazyreinelle when coming up with the backgrounds and names of the characters about to be mentioned. Of course, I've made a few little tweaks of my own when it comes to birth dates and certain aspects of their backstories, but really it is all thanks to the creative mind of @lazyreinelle that I was able to fill in the blanks of the tree.

Étienne Volant was born in 1870 and married Clotilde de Trefle-Picques, a seemingly mild-mannered girl, yet popular because of her family. She is betrothed off to Étienne during her penultimate year at Beauxbatons. Despite being ten years her senior, Étienne often acted like a man-child and was incredibly irresponsible. So, when it came to raising children, he would mostly never be around, goofing around in bars or sleeping with any veela he met. Clotilde had to raise her children: an elder daughter Eglantine (b. 1904), and two younger twin sons Floxel (II) and Claude (b. 1906), all by herself naturally instilling them with rather harsh views of blood purity.

In spite of his absence, Étienne was closest to his daughter Eglantine, who inherited his free-spirit, although it was much more reigned in than her father's was. Even so, she was frequently challenging authority and diving headfirst into escapades that left her mother exasperated. Clotilde always cursed her husband for passing on such a wild spirit to Eglantine, wishing instead that their daughter possessed a more measured temperament that would ease her worries and keep her out of trouble. Eglantine did not want to follow the expected societal norms for young witches of the time, nor did she wish to conform to the wishes and expectations of a future spouse, believing that her personal freedoms should be valued if she were to find herself married one day. Eglantine Volant harbored a fondness for her father, as he was the only one who could ever understand her. He never saw her as being unreasonable when voicing her standards for a hypothetical husband. Clotilde always believed that her daughter was being ridiculous when forming these ideas of a marriage of compromise, dismissing them as fanciful daydreams. Whenever Étienne was around he'd spoil his little daughter with small gifts and let her skip piano lessons or her early homeschooling to spend time "adventuring" with him on the estate's property. She grew up knowing that her father was not a dependable man, but that did not make him a bad parent to his children, at least during the times he occasionally visited them.

The Volants were deeply in debt because of Étienne's tendencies to gamble away a lot of his inheritance at the bars he frequented at. Clotilde, who came from a family who specialized in concealment charms, was able to hide the decline in the Volant's wealth by casting mirages that could make a simple lump of coal appear to be a bar of gold or some type of jewel. These charms especially helped in regard to paying off Étienne's debts, often conning the people he owed money to with his wife's illusions. Although, after a while, the charm of their fabricated wealth began to wear off and those who Étienne paid his debts to with these charmed objects would find out that they were tricked once the enchantments wore off.

As a result, one night when Étienne was drunk at a bar, he was confronted by one of the men he conned. Étienne was challenged in a magical duel by the man, but ultimately lost and was killed. This is why Clotilde was overjoyed when Eglantine got a proposal from the Rosier family, especially Laurent Rosier. The Rosiers, having already established themselves long back in France, were practically akin to wizarding nobility, matching the Blacks. Eglantine's marriage ensured that the Volants would not go bankrupt and reinstated stability within the family.

Featured at the top, is a tree which connects the Rosier family to the French branch of the Lestrange family. As I mentioned in my first post for the tree, Laurent Rosier is the great-great-nephew of Minette Rosier, making him third cousins with Leta Lestrange and her younger half-brother Corvus V. In addition to this, Laurent's father was first cousins with Fèlicule Lestrange (née Rosier), also known as F. Lestrange, the grandmother of Radolphus Lestrange II.

To give you guys a little bit more background of Clotilde Volant (née de Trefle-Picques), she was born to Adélard Duc de Trefle-Picques, a descendant of Vincent Duc de Trefle-Picques, a French nobleman and wizard active around the time of the French Revolution. Her mother was originally introduced as Faustine Escoffier-Floquet, but I changed my mind and renamed her as Touènette de Trefle-Picques (née Beaufort). There is not much I have to tell you about them right now, but soon I will post another update on this tree and hopefully by that time I'll have a little more to share on them. As for their grandsons, Eglantine's younger brothers that were created by @lazyreinelle: Floxel II and Claude Volant, I do have a bit more to share about them.

Floxel Volant II married Pascaline Volant (née Perrott), a classmate of his elder sister during her years at Beauxbatons. Floxel had a few children with Pascaline, namely their daughter Ghislaine Volant. There are a few more which I will be sharing in the near future, but right now Ghislaine is the only one who will be mentioned at the moment since the other children have more expanded and complex trees in regard to their future descendants.

Before Floxel's marriage to Pascaline, Clotilde started to be a lot more harsh with him, scrutinizing every move of his, and forcibly making him meet potential brides for him yet not allowing him to choose. The Volant heir longed to be free like his twin, Claude without any worry in the world, without someone constantly breathing down your neck. Being the older twin by five minutes was perhaps the only thing Floxel could uphold Claude over. The younger had all the other luxuries to bed, flirt with any one he liked, regardless of blood-status. As the second son, Claude was the spare and therefore didn't have as much responsibility to the family. Claude could often cross the line, becoming even worse than his father Étienne.

Claude Volant was notorious for philandering about, oftentimes bedding attractive veela ballerinas. He would later be disowned by his family for impregnating his veela mistress, leading to a bitter estrangement that would cause him to lose contact with his elder sister and twin brother.

Well, that's it for now! The next post I make will probably be more focused on the Rosier-Volant descendants, and maybe I'll give a little more insight on the Rosier family itself, especially Laurent and Vinda Rosier's parents.

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