#floxel lestrange

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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. Benouét 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.

[konstantynowitz]

Family tree revisions - Lestrange & Volant

There has been a significant change in birth years for the Lestrange-Volant family tree as @harbinger-0f-spring and I have seemed to miscalculated a few generations! Sorry for the misunderstanding but hopefully we've cleaned a few things up with this revision I've made. I can't promise that there won't be any errors, although what I came up with seems to somewhat align with each generation.

First off, I've gotten rid of Benouét Volant as we found that he was born way too early to be a cousin of Quintilla Lestrange (I have also taken the time to change her date of birth as well). I don't know if we'll be using the name Benouét for a Volant relative we come up with in the near future, but it is a possibility that we will be reintroducing Benouét Volant as Étienne's father rather than his grandfather. This would therefore make Benouét the elder brother of Jodelle Lestrange (née Volant), since the date of birth I've made up for her would make her a bit younger. Instead of 1870 as the original birth date of Étienne Volant, I've changed it to 1873 so that now he is seven years his wife's senior. As for his cousin Quintilla who @harbinger-0f-spring made the elder cousin of Benouét Volant, I put her date of birth around 1893. With the fixing of the generations and dates, this would make Quintilla quite young compared to Étienne, about twenty years to be exact. I'm sticking to the storyline which we had planned out for Benouét that his parents died during a dragon pox outbreak, but instead of Benouét I replaced him with Étienne.

Étienne was ten in 1883 when the dragon pox outbreak occurred and his young aunt Jodelle (aged 19), who was newly married, took in her orphaned nephew and raised him alongside her husband Floxel (aged 27). This all happened years before Jodelle and Floxel had their daughter Quintilla so Étienne was basically their first child at the time. When Étienne grew up and married, he named his eldest son Floxel Volant in honor of his uncle.

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Irene Manco as Nozéa Quintilla Lestrange, a scion of the French branch of the Lestrange family and the last living member of the said branch. She was the only child of Quintilla Lestrange and Fulcran Lestrange III. Quintilla Lestrange, at the young age of 19, died giving birth to Nozéa, which devastated Jodelle and Floxel Lestrange. Nozéa was raised by her father, Fulcran III, while his sisters, Balbine and Pucine, acted as her so-called maternal figures.

The first time she met her mother's side of the family was when she was 3, and her grandmother Jodelle bonded with her within a few hours. It is said that Jodelle saw her daughter, Quintilla, in Nozéa.

Her paternal grandparents were Fulcran II Lestrange and Sotére Lestrange (née Petit). Fulcran II died when his son and daughters were in their teens.

After Quintilla's death, Fulcran III seized the opportunity to declare Nozéa as his heir. He separated her from Jodelle and Floxel on the day of Quintilla's funeral. Following this, Sotére attempted to make amends and perhaps apologise to Jodelle and Floxel, but they responded with indifference. Fulcran's actions strained his relationship with his in-laws, and as a result, Nozéa grew up feeling confused, reserved, and lonely.

Her father passed away during her last year at Beauxbatons, a year after her aunts had disappeared without warning. Nozéa was taken under the wing of Jodelle, who had also lost Floxel in 1924. As Nozéa lived with Jodelle, she slowly grew more quiet, withdrawn, and miserable, constantly being compared to her mother, who had left the earth as she was born. She always thought she was the reason for her mother's death. In 1926, Nozéa fell from the balcony of the Lestrange Chateau and was found by her grandmother, Jodelle, who had returned from a party.

This is my interpretation of Nozéa Lestrange! Many things do sound repetitive and boring, and I'm trying!

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Caroline Goodall as an FC for Jodelle Volant?

Jodelle Lestrange (née Volant) was a French witch and a member of the pure-blood Volant family. She married Floxel Lestrange and had a daughter with him, Quintilla. She was the grandmother of Nozéa Lestrange and mother-in-law of Fulcran III, who was also her husband's cousin.

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@konstantynowitz I've always had an HC that Nozéa Lestrange died in 1937, surrounded by this constant thought of misery. Also, cause I imagine Quintilla either died giving birth to her or died when she was a child.

Her grand-mère Jodelle sees her child in Nozéa and sure, it's a balm to Jodelle but Nozéa finds it uncomfortable. She doesn't know how to communicate with Floxel at all.

[konstantynowitz]

Who do you plan for Etienne Volant's parents?

I was thinking of changing up some names but at the moment his father’s current name is Benoît, I believe. Étienne’s father is a brother of Joelle Volant, wife of Floxel Lestrange.

As for his mom, I haven’t decided on what to name her yet or what family she comes from.

[konstantynowitz]

Unlikely OCs meeting:

Eglantine Rosier (née Volant) and Ermesinda Lestrange.

How would that go?

Setting: Lestrange Manor, France, 1945

The once-majestic and illustrious manor of the extant French branch of the Lestrange family had become completely unrecognizable to its visiting occupants. The estate was seemingly now falling into ruin, with its towering spires and crumbling stone creating an eerie atmosphere around the property that no longer exuded its former beauty. The marble walls being once a brilliant white, were now dulled by layers of grime and creeping ivy. The grand oak doors, heavy and ornate, creak ominously as they swing open with the gentle pressure of Lady Yaxley’s hand, who could barely hear the whispered discussions going on between her brother Rodolfo and the banker regarding the estate’s assets from where they stood beside the carriage.

With a mournful, subtle shake of her head, Ermesinda stepped inside, letting the heavy doors close on her with a finality that echoed through the dimly lit foyer. Dust mites danced in the shafts of the light filtering through the grimy windows, illuminating the once-grand entry hall, now draped in shadows and neglect. The air was thick with dust and the scent of aged wood, with the grand chandeliers, now reduced to nothing but mere glass hanging from the ceiling with their candle wicks melted to ashen stubs.

Lady Yaxley remembered her family’s estate to be a beacon of opulence and grandeur, showcasing just how much wealth House Lestrange had in its coffers. As a child, the witch had wandered through its grand halls, marveling at the intricate tapestries, the polished marble floors, and the ancient portraits of her ancestors whose eyes seemed to follow her every move.

Now at the age of one and fifty, Ermesinda stood at the heart of her ancestral home for the first time in twenty-eight years, ever since the last ball held here for the day of her wedding. The memories of that evening clung to her like a bittersweet perfume, contrasting with the sharp reality that greeted her now—a manor steeped in silence and loss. Even now, she could still hear the orchestra play their soft symphonies while her husband guided her by the waist into the center of the ballroom where they were expected to dance, despite Ermesinda’s protests that she didn’t want to make a fool of herself by accidentally stepping on his foot; she wasn’t the greatest dancer, nor the most elegant bride.

In grief, the elderly witch stared beyond the boundaries of the manor’s foyer where corridors led inward, each holding to rooms that kept faded memories of her childhood. It was all almost too much for the woman to bear as she made her descent into the hall leading to the main sitting room in which she spent a lot of her time playing the pianoforte for her Aunt Jodelle.

Jodelle… The name echoed through Ermesinda’s mind like a haunting melody, such as the ones Orpheus would play in his mourning for Eurydice. It had only been two days since her aunt passed away, which had been the reason for her visit in the first place. It was now up to Ermesinda and her brother to see to it that all final arrangements were made as her last of kin, other than the late Madame’s granddaughter, Nozéa. Although the Lestrange siblings had only been distantly related to the Dowager Lady Lestrange, she had always treated them as if they were her own grandchildren, showering them with warm affections that even their own parents didn’t seem capable of giving.

With each step she took, the silence only grew louder once she reached the threshold of the sitting room, which only served to amplify the absence of her aunt’s reassuring presence, leaving a void that felt almost palpable. The familiar armchair, once occupied by her aunt, stood empty in a corner, its fabric slightly worn from years of use. Ermesinda’s heart ached at the sight, as memories flooded back—but she pushed them down, almost forcefully, knowing that she didn’t have the time to weep and reminisce on the past.

“Ermesinda?” called a familiar voice from another end of the sitting room. The voice was soft, almost like a breeze rustling through the leaves of Merlin’s Oak, but it sounded pained and pained and laced with unspoken sorrow.

It had been so quiet that Ermesinda had barely noticed another person was in the room with her, although this particular presence hadn’t been unexpected. A small smile crept onto the witch’s face as she lifted her head just a tad to meet the gaze of her dear cousin, Églantine. From where she stood, Ermesinda could already see the silver lining the younger woman’s blue-eyed gaze, which sent a pang of sadness to her heart. Lady Yaxley had already known Madame Rosier, alongside her brother Floxel, was to be joining the two siblings in order to oversee the estate’s finances and to grieve together over the loss of their beloved Jodelle.

“My dear, Etta, how are you fairing?” asked the Lestrange witch sympathetically, knowing that out of the two, it was Églantine who had borne the heavier burden of this devastating loss; Jodelle was her adoptive grandmother, after all.

Églantine could feel a lump form in her throat as she took a step toward her cousin, although still maintaining a reasonable distance between the two as to not feel overwhelmed by the swell of emotions threatening to spill over. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself, aware that she was a mere breath away from breaking down.

“I’m… holding on,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, as she fought to keep her composure. The ache in her heart was so profound, but she kept herself held upright for the sake of her own dignity. “Just a bit… melancholy, is all.���

Ermesinda gave a gentle nod, trying to keep the air around them light as she asked, “And how are the children?” Her tone was warm and tender, an attempt to keep her cousin’s fragile state from spiraling further into despair. Églantine’s eyes flickered with a mix of sadness and gratitude, grateful for the distraction.

There was a moment of silence, which led Ermesinda to regret springing the question on Églantine so suddenly. Perhaps it was not wise to engage in such a discussion, especially with the knowledge that the Rosier siblings had been quite the trial for Églantine in the past years. Ermesinda did not wish to put strain on the younger Lady, who was already overwhelmed enough as it is.

“Étienne… he is restless,” Églantine replied just before her cousin could attempt to change the subject. Lady Rosier’s voice was tinged with a hint of exasperation as she spoke, but it had lightened in the passing seconds the words escaped her lips, much to Ermesinda’s relief. “He prefers galavanting around the streets of Nocturn Alley, making quite the spectacle of himself with his friends, your nephew Radolphus being amongst them.”

At the mention of her nephew’s name, Ermesinda stifled back a laugh and shook her head with affection and amusement. “Oh dear, I can only imagine the trouble those boys are getting into together,” she remarked, a smirk forming on her face as her remnants of grief began to dissipate.

“I swear,” Églantine began to say with an eye-roll and an exasperated sigh. “The next time Laurent gets a call from the Ministry saying that our son is on a 20,000-pound bail for charges of a first degree arson attempt on a Muggle-owned potions shop, I may as well just send him to Azkaban and throw away the key.”

Although the severity of Étienne’s antics hung heavily in the air, Ermesinda found herself only able to scoff at what she was being told. Of course, there was no hidden crevice in her heart that held any sympathy for Muggles, but for Étienne to risk his reputation only for the sake of some misguided thrill was utterly infuriating.

“And what about Druella?” Ermesinda said, knowing that diverting the conversation from Églantine’s “problem child” to her favorite child was the best card she had to play. “I’ve heard that she’s been excelling in her studies at Hogwarts and has even received an invitation to join the prestigious Dueling Club, has she not?”

At the mention of her daughter’s accomplishments, Églantine’s eyes flicker with pride as she nods in confirmation. “Yes, indeed. Druella has been doing very well, although I wish I could say the same for Céléase.”

Uh-oh. Ermesinda’s jaw lightly clenched at the name of Églantine’s youngest daughter, preparing herself for a long debrief of how Céléase somehow managed to blend in into the background, a shadow of her sister’s brilliance. “I suppose she is still struggling with her social duties?” Ermesinda prompted, bracing herself for the inevitable tirade about Céléase’s lack of progress in her seasonal debut as a young woman.

“She has yet to be called upon,” Églantine began, her voice dripping with disappointment. “Druella has been catching suitors like a fly trap left and right. Whilst it seems my other daughter, according to my brother, has not been visited by any promising young wizards at all.”

Ermesinda had caught wind of little Lissie’s struggle from the tabloids alone when she made her first introduction into society last year. Although she was only eleven, Églantine had already started introducing her daughter to social events and gatherings, hoping to polish her into a proper young lady. Even though Lady Rosier had not made her intention vocally clear, it was apparent to her cousin that she might be hoping for potential marriage arrangements to be offered to young Céléase before a proper courting could commence when she came of age.

“Lissie is only but a child, Etta. Let her grow into herself first.” Ermesinda consoled gently, trying to get Églantine to see reason. “Perhaps by her sixteenth year she will have suitors loitering at your doorstep at every hour of the day.”

“Yes… yes I suppose you’re right,” Églantine said solemnly, her gaze drifting from Ermesinda to the unoccupied armchair that Jodelle had once sat in during the days she still breathed. With a shaky exhale, her eyelids fluttered closed as if she were trying to convince herself that if she wished hard enough, Jodelle would return, bringing with her the wisdom Églantine so desperately needed from her grandmother. “It’s hard to move forward when the past lingers like this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ermesinda nodded in agreement, her dark eyes landing on the empty armchair that was blanketed in a light coat of dust. “I know….”

I tried my best 😭 this is the first time I’ve ever posted a piece of my writing publicly. Sorry if things are a bit all over the place!

This little story was written with the help of @theblackswan-and-thewhiterose!

Ermesinda Lestrange is an original character of @knights-0f-walpurgis.

Floxel Volant is an original character of @lazyreinelle.

Céléase Rosier is an original character of @harbinger-0f-spring.

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Headcanon: Floxel Lestrange and Jodelle Volant's wedding was...."fiery". Cyrille IV, in a drunken state, interrupted the peaceful reception of their wedding. Inebriated, he experimented with fiendfyre to impress the guests, and a fire was started.

The fire consumed the entire hall through which multiple guests, including Cyrille IV Lestrange, perished instantly. Jodelle, Floxel, Cyrille III, Luminosa and the Volants did manage to escape. Cyrille III died three weeks later, succumbing to the burns.

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this is a brief idea of my hc!