Editing Well of Nimue: Character 1 (section)

==Character Background==

'''Dunstan Rosier''', 5th year Slytherin.
"When people hear my last name, they usually pause for a moment to wonder if I'm related to that ''other'' Rosier. Well, it depends: do you mean my grandfather, who died in the First Wizarding War fighting on the, erm, other side? Or my uncle who survived the war only to get creamed by Mad-Eye Moody? Sometimes a very old witch is thinking of my great-aunt, who was thick as thieves with a certain Grindelwald -- and then there's my cousin Felix, who made Prefect and is a disgusting little swot. 

For my part, I'm best known for persuading my fellow young Slytherins to hide in their rooms and eat up my chocolates during the Battle of Hogwarts, which might have saved some lives but gave me a certain reputation...I think of it as a quiet sort of heroism, not the noisy Gryffyndor kind... 
What side of the battle was I on? The ''winning'' side, my dear boy. Look, you can come out and say it, I'm quite aware everyone thinks I'm the so-called Third Rose and I'm just waiting for the next Dark Lord to come along so I can get his tattoo across my phiz and start doing beastly things, but doesn't that sound like an awful lot of work? I don't expect I'm going to live all that long anyway on account of the curse, so why bother. The Rosier Curse... it's a dreadful burden, don't try to make me feel better, you'll only put yourself at risk, well, perhaps you could let me see your History of Magic notes... that would make me feel a ''little'' better...

What do you mean, you haven't heard of the Rosier Curse? It's right there in the Pure-Blood Directory by Augustus Knott, they've got a copy in the library. Look, pure-blood is all right to say, it's the ''other'' thing that we don't say anymore, and my blood is of the purest and bluest strain imaginable... it's so boring... think of all the teas I've had to sit through in the parlors of the other Sacred Twenty-Eight Families, all the gossip I've overheard while playing with chocolate frogs and wizard cards, all the speculation about who's in and who's out, who's gone dark and who's bound for Azkaban... To be completely honest, I envy anyone who's muggleborn and doesn't have to think about such things. No, I'm destined for an early grave, preferably after a quick and painless death. That's much better than the alternative, believe me. Now, about those History of Magic notes....