Rosier

## Rosier Family

The Rosier family is a pureblood family and a part of the Sacred 28. It survives in at least one individual.

### Site Canon

Born as the last son to the first born son, Alexander was not expected to inherit the Wizengamot seat, though he was trained for it regardless. His sole purpose, he knew, was to exist to continue the family line on the off chance that his brothers failed. He never expected that his brothers would actually fail, though a part of him couldn’t deny the excitement that he felt at the prospect of taking on the power that came with his name.

He was firmly raised in the belief of blood purity, and idolized the many stories he heard about his Aunt Vinda during her term serving with Grindelweld. Magic, he believed, would cease to exist the longer it was tainted with the blood of mudbloods. Alexander spent most of his time being raised by nannies and the like, only seeing his father when his father was to punish him for one of his failures or another. Perfection was a bar that was set high, and he was meant to achieve it if he were to be a part of this family.

When Mayne, his second brother, passed away when Alexander was ten, the treatment from his father completely changed. Instead of being regarded only when he had done something wrong, he was suddenly the prized child. Neither of his brothers had any heirs and therefore, he knew it was up to him. The prospect of the power he was to gain pushed him forward as he knew that he was the one that was cherished now. Alexander took all of his various trainings seriously, wanting to continue to receive that praise and recognition from his parents, knowing that he had the power now as the oldest son.

He was sorted into Slytherin when he was at Hogwarts, and though quidditch greatly interested him, there was no point in wasting his time with it as he knew that there were great things waiting for him once he graduated. He found himself being a bit of a bully to the other students that weren’t pureblooded like himself, but it was only necessary as they didn’t belong at this school like he had. Halfbloods were a little more tolerable than mudbloods, but that wasn’t saying much to him.

When he graduated school, he trained to not let his father down, pushing himself to his limits of power. He was skilled in wandwork and dueling, and found great relief in practicing on animals in his endeavors to be the best. A time or two, he practiced against muggles, but he made sure to not be caught as times were changing.

His family had been involved where Grindelweld was concerned, though by the time he was really of age and actually useful, Grindelweld had fallen. Still, his family took it seriously that he needed to be at the top of his guard and ready for war, because war was not finished when it came to taking back what was rightfully theirs.

Alexander had married a pureblooded witch, and with her, they had three sons. Evan had perished in the first wizarding war, and Felix went and married a mudblood. He was disowned from the family, leaving the last of the heir to their last son, Jovan. Learning that his last son was to be the one to carry on the family name, he set out to make sure he was the most prepared.

Jovan did not have it easy when it came to his father as there were always certain expectations that the family needed to uphold, and certain values and standards that must be made with highest importance. Jovan took great care in learning what he needed to, while feeling like he was the only one who was actually mourning the death of his brothers. He even considered Evan dead to him, because that was the way that it must be. He hadn’t known until he was older, and Evan had married, that he was to be the only one in his father’s direct descendants, to carry on his name, so he knew that he needed to make him proud.

He followed in his father’s trainings, even so much as dealing with injury after injury as his father wouldn’t go easy on him when it came to dueling. Soon enough, he bested his own father, though it came at a great price as he had nearly killed him. It was then that his father knew that he was ready, and showed him, for the first time, just how proud of him he was. Still, it was the power that he grew to love the most, even with the loss of his brothers, because without the loss, he would have never gained this same power that his father sought out. They were blessed, in a way, taking a position that hadn't rightfully been theirs at the start.

Jovan was arranged to marry Marciana Avery before he had ever met her, though he found little surprise in this. She was a beautiful pureblooded witch, and that was as far as he cared about as that was the way he was taught he needed to be.

*Credit to Liz.*