#rosier family

[whimsical-mistakes]

the rosier twins weren’t dumb. if anything they were the opposite, so it didn’t take them long to realise why society stared at them they way they did.

it was obvious as soon as you laid eyes on them, evan and pandora were not their fathers kids.

with light brown skin and dark coils that sat infront of their deep brown eyes,

they looked different. they didn’t know what or who they looked like, just that they weren’t normal.

they were the product of an affair. nonetheless, pride forced mr rosier to keep them.

it worked until they were 3. and their hair grew. hair which no one knew how to deal with.

evan had a buzz cut and pandoras hair was a mess when they got to hogwarts until dorcas meadowes took it upon herself to teach them how to do it properly.

they came home that year and got they’re hair buzzed again.

[konstantynowitz]

𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓗𝓒𝓼 - 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱

Author's note: So, I've had this in my drafts for a long while now. I meant to post it a little bit ago, but I'm lazy when it comes to writing headcanons. Thankfully, I'm getting them out here now!

Warning: All of these headcanons are based on individual members from the Lestrange family's French branch. I will only be going over three members, but I cannot guarantee a part 2 to this headcanon thread including more Lestrange relatives.

Manon Perrot (née Lestrange) — (b. 1821 - d. 1916)

A credit to her mother in regards to appearance, she is the spitting image of Minette: delicate, porcelain-white skin; full, rosy-red lips; and blond hair that curls into elegant ringlets.

As a child, Manon was her father's "petit ange", with plump cheeks and big, innocent eyes. She was the pearl of his world, the embodiment of pure joy and the heartbeat of Corvus's existence.

"I regret the birth of a girl for the bloodline's continuation," Lady Héloïse had written to her son, after receiving word regarding Manon's gender. "It is a pity that your wife was unable to produce the heir we require."

Every afternoon, Manon would scamper through the gardens, her golden hair bouncing as she chased butterflies and gathered daisies, weaving them into delicate crowns.

When Minette found out that she was pregnant with Josette, Manon practiced making miniature flower crowns for her little sister. Unbeknownst to the young witch's parents, Manon had actually predicted the gender and future name of her sibling after plucking a Daylily called "Josette Lise" from the garden.

Fragments of visions often flooded Manon's head after that day: visions of a tiny baby cooing softly, her tiny fingers grasping at the air, laying in a flowerbed of the same Daylilies that had inspired her predetermined name.

Manon was never speculated to have inherited the Lestrange family's gift of foresight, especially since this ability had rarely, if ever, manifested in the younger generations. Most assumed it had faded with time, and so those who possessed it were a scarcity.

During Minette's pregnancy with her second daughter, Manon would gently place the Daylily on her mother's swollen stomach. Madame Lestrange assumed it was merely a simple gesture of affection for the baby growing inside her, whom everyone believed to be a boy.

Manon was playmates with her cousin Bélvenie Lestrange, the daughter of her maternal aunt, Fèlicule Rosier. The two girls lived in separate countries, although they were reunited every summer when Bélvenie's family visited their vacation home in France.

At the age of eighteen, she was introduced to Sébastien Perrot, although Manon didn't initially like him. Sébastien exuded an effortless charm that seemed to attract everyone around him, but Manon allured by him. To Mademoiselle Lestrange, Perrot was quite annoying, especially with his constant teasing and flirtatious advances.

Much to her chagrin, Manon would wake up one morning and find herself engaged to the wizard without so much as a warning. The arrangement was a scheme orchestrated by Corvus (II), who viewed it as a strategic alliance meant to strengthen their family’s standing.

This was one of the very rare occasions in which Manon genuinely felt pure, unwavering disdain towards her father. During the whole engagement, she refused to speak to him or acknowledge his presence.

Luckily for Manon, Sébastien seemed to respect her boundaries, giving his fiancée space and maintaining distance between the two when they weren't required to be with each other. It would later come as a surprise for Mademoiselle Lestrange when her betrothed offered to break off the engagement.

"I won't force you to marry me if you don't wish to go through with this," Sébastien explained on their morning promenade, his arm intertwined with Manon's as they strolled through the sun-dappled gardens. "I understand the weight of this arrangement," he continued, his voice steady. "If you want to call it off, I won’t stand in your way. It would feel like poison to my heart if you married me against your will."

After that, Manon had to reconsider how she perceived Sébastien, realizing that his words had dragged her to the water's surface to breathe. No longer was she drowning in the weight of her father's expectations and the suffocating pressure of her engagement. Instead, she felt a rush of clarity and possibility. Sébastien had offered her a lifeline, an opportunity to reclaim her autonomy and claim her own desires.

Would she find a man like this again? No. There was no other man in the world like Sébastien. Any other suitor Manon would come across is never going to offer the same sense of freedom that he did. Perrot seemed to genuinely care about her, which was something she couldn't guarantee herself when it came to the other nobles in French society.

Manon married Sébastien a year later in 1840, but Lord Perrot never rushed his wife into having children.

"We are still young," he reassured Manon, carrying her bridalstyle through the threshold of his family's estate. "We'll have plenty of time for children later on. I'm in no rush."

Odile Perrot was born six years later in 1846, and her sister Laurelle followed two years after the elder daughter in 1848. Sébastien was the proud father of two little girls, not minding that Manon did not procure him a son.

When Madame Perrot fell pregnant once more in 1849, she prayed for a boy, because no matter how many times her husband reassured her that their daughters were a source of joy and pride, she could not shake the feeling that a son would solidify his legacy. The societal pressures of the time weighed heavily on her, and she felt the tug of tradition urging her to bear an heir to carry on the Perrot name.

It was another girl. Sébastien insisted upon naming the baby Huguette because since birth the child had bright, curious eyes that sparkled with an undeniable spirit. Despite Manon's initial disappointment, Sébastien's enthusiasm was infectious. He saw Huguette as a treasure, a vibrant addition to their family that brought joy and laughter with her very presence.

"Look at her," he said, gently cradling the tiny bundle in his arms. "She’s a reflection of our love, and I can already tell she’s going to be a force to be reckoned with."

Manon was the favorite sister of Corvus (III). Although she was a bit older than him, she was seen as a maternal figure by her little brother because their mother died when he was around 15/16. Both Lestrange sisters were already out of the house and married by the time of Minette's death, but that didn't stop them from being there for young Corvus.

Corvus (II) was distraught, but didn't know how to manage his emotions or offer comfort to his son. Ultimately, he became distant and sent the boy to live with his sister Manon for the first few months following Minette's death.

Manon's Patronus was a Greater ani, sometimes referred to as the black cuckoo. 

Josette Gage (née Lestrange) — (b. 1823 - d. 1915)

Both Corvus (II) and Minette expected Josette to be a boy, but her birth proved them otherwise. Unfortunately for the couple, their second born would cause much instability within the Lestrange household, as many relatives were left doubting whether or not Corvus was capable of continuing his line.

As they held Josette for the first time, Minette marveled at her tiny fingers and delicate features. There was a spark in the baby’s dark eyes that captured her heart instantly. She felt an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness, recognizing that this little girl would bring her own unique light into their lives.

Manon was pleased to have a younger sister, having known all along that the baby was going to be a girl.

Minette often credited her eldest daughter for naming Josette, as the baby's name was inspired by the daylily called "Josette Lise" that Manon had plucked from the garden.

Josette inherited the darker recessive traits from the Rosier family, which manifested in her striking, chocolate brown, almond-shaped eyes, and long, luscious curly hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The rich, dark hue of her hair contrasted beautifully with her warm, olive complexion, making her stand out among her siblings.

Corvus (II) was astounded by her appearance because her physical traits didn't seem to represent neither the delicate beauty of her mother nor the traditional features of the Rosier and Lestrange lineages.

It is safe to say that Josette wasn't as close to her father, Corvus (II), as she was with her mother, Minette. She actually found comfort in the presence of her maternal relatives, developing a close fondness for her aunt Félicule Rosier, who was the wife of Minister for Magic Radolphus Lestrange (I).

Félicule was mindful of Josette's sensitive disposition and often took the time to nurture her spirit. She recognized that Josette needed a safe space to express herself, away from the pressures of expectations. With her warm demeanor and understanding nature, Félicule provided the support that Josette craved.

Once Josette was officially out in society, she went to live with her aunt and uncle in England around her early twenties (circa 1845). During this time, the young witch became acquainted with Reynard Gage, a pure-blood wizard of Norman French ancestry whose family had been living in England for generations since the Norman Conquest.

This is a headcanon belonging to @mariesrandomthoughts: the first time Reynard met Josette was at a masquerade ball. Due to not knowing his name at the time, she referred to him as “Kit," because that is a term used in reference for a young fox.

The two didn't get the chance to see each other again after that evening, for Josette had to return to France shortly afterwards.

Neither of them knew each others' real names or what they looked like since they were both wearing masks at the ball.

Reynard didn't marry anyone else during their years apart because deep down his consciousness wouldn't allow him to engage himself in an official marital union. Despite the expectations of his family and the pressures of society, he felt an unshakeable bond with Josette that lingered in his heart.

Fortunately, in 1848, both Mademoiselle Lestrange and Monsieur Gage met once more when the latter visited France for a family gathering at his ancestral home.

During their second interaction with one another, neither Josette nor Reynard realized they were, in fact, the same people they had met at the masked ball. Their obliviousness led them to hold back, as they were both secretly saving their hearts for the anonymous strangers they had danced with that night.

They married in 1851 after they became aware of their true identities. The couple would have three children: Mathis (1858), Nicolas (1860), and Louis (1863).

Josette's Patronus was a Fox her whole entire life, which is ironic given the meaning of her husband's name.

Corvus Lestrange, III — (b. 1828 - d. 1884)

Corvus (III) was his family's saving grace and his mother's "redemption baby" after five long years since the disappointing birth of a second daughter. Minette was finally able to give her husband the son he so desperately needed.

"Finally, your bride does something that actually benefits this family," Héloïse Beaufort wrote to her son, just a few short days after the birth of her first grandson.

Growing up, the young heir was incredibly spoiled and coddled by both his parents. In the eyes of Madame Lestrange, he could do no wrong and that warranted him with a constant shield of favoritism that let him get away with anything.

This overindulgence shaped Corvus into a charming yet reckless youth. He learned early on that his charm could get him out of any trouble, a lesson reinforced by the doting attention of his mother and the unwavering support of his father, who saw in him the promise of a grand legacy.

He hated his cousin Cyrille, but this particular detestation wasn't one-sided. Cyrille returned the sentiment with equal fervor, each encounter charged with a palpable tension. Their rivalry was a relentless game of one-upmanship, fueled by jealousy and resentment.

Cyrille always thought Corvus as a spoiled brat who brought instability to the family through his reckless actions, while Corvus viewed Cyrille as judgmental and overly rigid.

If it wasn't for Corvus being born, Cyrille would have been the heir of Corvus (II)’s branch, a position that carried immense expectations and responsibilities that the elder cousin believed himself capable of fulfilling.

Corvus spent a lot of nights in the beds of women, drinking and reveling in the privileges his family's wealth brought him. Lavish parties hosted in grand homes became his playground, where he mingled effortlessly with socialites and artists, each night a new opportunity to bask in the glow of attention and admiration.

Oh, he is just sowing his wild oats," Minette justified with a dismissive wave of her hand, her tone light as she watched Corvus flirt from across the room. She leaned against a wall, sipping on a glass of champagne, her daughter Manon having just pointed out the wild behavior of the young Lestrange heir.

This impulsive and reckless behavior had only gotten worse by the time of his mother's death. Ironically, Corvus was spending another drunken evening with a woman the night Minette passed away from Typhoid Fever.

“Go and fetch your brother,” Minette rasped, her breathing labored as she clung to her last strands of consciousness. Madame Lestrange clutched onto her younger daughter’s hand, while peering up into the eyes of her firstborn. The desperation in her gaze was clear, a silent plea to see her son one last time.

Unfortunately, Manon did not find Corvus until the next morning, and by that time, it was too late. When young Lord Lestrange received the news of his mother's passing, the heartache he felt in his chest hurt more than the hangover that pounded in his head. Corvus (III) hated himself for failing to be there for his mother in her final moments.

“Your mother wasted her last breath calling out for you,” Corvus (II) said to his son bitterly, his voice heavy with disappointment. The words hung in the air, sharp and unforgiving, cutting deeper than any physical wound. Corvus (III) flinched at the accusation, the weight of it crushing him. “I didn’t know! I thought she was fine!” he protested, but the anger in his father's eyes silenced him. “She was never fine, and you chose not to see it,” Corvus (II) shot back, his frustration boiling over. “You were too busy with your parties and your distractions to care. And now look where it’s led us.”

The truth was, Minette never wanted Corvus (III) to see how ill she was, especially once the reality of her condition became clear.

Corvus (III) continued on his path of becoming the Lestrange family's philandering heir, the spiral of indulgence pulling him deeper into a life of excess and superficiality. Nights turned into a blur of parties, empty conversations, and fleeting encounters, each one a desperate attempt to escape the weight of his mother’s death.

Corvus (II) sent his son away to live with Manon, realizing the boy needed a stabilizing maternal presence in his life after Minette's loss. The decision weighed heavily on him, but he understood that Corvus (III) needed guidance and support that he, in his grief, struggled to provide.

Twelve months had gone by since Minette's death and Corvus eventually found himself in the company of his Uncle Falco's eldest daughter, Églantine Lestrange.

The cousins were playmates as children, but saw each other less frequently as they got older. Sure, family gatherings occurred throughout their youth, their lives began to diverge as they matured.

Églantine served as a great comfort to Corvus during his time of grief. In 1847, Manon convinced her younger brother to propose to their cousin, later resulting in an official union a year later.

I know I said that there would be headcanons on four members of the Lestrange family, but my free time is running short. The ending was a little rushed for Corvus (III)'s section, sorry! I'm kinda all over the place with my thoughts on each character, so everything is a little scattered. Thanks to @theblackswan-and-thewhiterose for helping me write the dialogue in this piece.

Nicolas Gage is an original character of @mariesrandomthoughts

[starrysillhoutte]

ok but the rosier twins + the black cousins were the most ethereal otherworldly beautiful people to ever walk the grounds of that school and I will not be taking any objections

[percyweasleyapologist]

Pandora: Evan, you need to react when people cry!

Evan: I did. I rolled my eyes.

[not-rab]

trans!rosier twins who just switch each others names so no one realises there’s anything different for a solid few months

[willowwtreess]

this might be a hot take but I don’t think Pandora is a copy/paste of Luna. most people characterize her as that, but I don’t think she was.

Luna grew up with her dad, she didn’t have much of a chance to know Pandora. And we’ve seen how similar Luna and xeno are, so I think it’s a fair assumption that she’s more like her dad than her mom.

what we DO know about Pandora is that she loved potions and experimenting, so personally I think she’s more of a mad scientist than people give her credit for. let Pandora do crazy experiments on Barty in the name of science, let her invent crazy and definitely illegal potions!!

that’s all I just wanted u guys to know Pandora is a psycho potioneer and I need more fics where she is !!

[spidermansballs]

evan "driest texter ever" rosier

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

WAIT PANDORA'S ANIMAGUS WOULD TOTALLY BE A BUTTERFLY

AND EVAN'S IS LIKE A MOTH

[junoflowerr]

back at it again, uploading my fan art in no particular order.

I kinda like this one

[theblackswan-and-thewhiterose]

Canonically, Felix Rosier is depicted with dark eyes and brown hair. His appearance contrasts the usual blond hair, blue eyes traits we often associate with the Rosier family itself.

Andromeda is also seen to have brown hair and dark eyes, while her sisters are shown to have visibly inherited a close resemblance to their parents; Bellatrix looks like Cygnus with the Black family’s dark hair and pale skin, all the while Narcissa looks like Druella with the Rosier family’s blond hair and blue eyes.

Perhaps brown hair and dark eyes are a recessive trait within the Rosier family that very few members seem to inherit.

[dorasoracle]

albinos Luna Lovegood and Xenophilius Lovegood. stand on it

[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

tags with no pressure (my fav blogs)

@crescenthistory @unconventional-lawnchair @thatdammchickennugget @fear-less @adalitas-coffeebreak-corner @g1rld1ary @rainydayathogwarts @sun-kissy

[konstantynowitz]

Noble and Most Ancient House of Black — Black cousins + Rosier twins & Felix (for the Pandora Rosier fans out there)

[stillwithmeisonlyyou]

What if pandora never got over the fact that she lost all of her friends in the span of a couple years?

What if she shut off her emotions for so long after that, threw herself to experimenting with potions, because it reminded her of the simpler times when she and regulus brewed stuff in slughorn's lab that reg had special access to, as their friends chattered.

What if she felt as if it was solely her shortcoming because she saw all of this unravel before, she was just too scared of her visions, or rather what they implied if they were true; she never believed for a second his boys would turn out to be evil, so she ignored it all till she couldn't?

What if Evan wasn't there anymore when her gift became too much to bear?

What if her unwavering belief in her friends and who they could be clouding the reality became the reason for all of their downfall in the end?

What if the experiments were a distraction that let her live in the delusion that these people she still cares about so deeply despite everything; are still alive and well somewhere, that she didn't fail at protecting them, that it didn't all go up in flames.

What if her unchanging wish for all these years was that the smart red headed girl she let slip through her fingers got to raise her kid?

What if she was distant like her parents because it hurt to feel? What if she wanted Luna to know about her chosen family, let their memory live on, but it was so painful talking about them that she felt like she could never get it right and shut down? What if she became the mom to Luna she swore she'd never be, distant and dismissive? What if she felt like she failed in the end?

What if she never went and looked for Harry because she was failing at being a mom as it is? What if she swore she could feel Lily's disappointment in her? What if she felt like she let her down the most?

What if it wasn't an experiment went wrong or a precaution forgotten to be taken? What if she just didn't care anymore? She just missed her people and hoped to be with them, leave her guilt behind?

What if her last thought was that she failed everyone?

And what if the last thoughts of the rosier twins mirror each other?

What then guys like do i shoot myself

[percyweasleyapologist]

Pandora: The smell of Home Depot is cathartic... Faeries live in the lights and chandeliers section, gnomes live in the outdoor gardening department... 

Evan: Stop romanticising Home Depot. 

Pandora: Pixies live in the paint aisle. Fuck you.

[not-rab]

Evan, coming out of closet: I don't like ... women.

Barty, mouth agape: ...

Barty: yoU ARE A MISOGYNIST?!