Before Hogwarts
Elias Rosier pov:
"Ria, it is time for supper," he tried to persuade his 9-year-old daughter who had her head buried in a book, a little frown forming between her eyebrows, as she tried to comprehend 'Numerology and Grammatica'. She had long finished 'Introduction to Arithmancy' and was halfway through this book.
The books regarding the other subjects lay next to her, 'Magical Drafts and Potions' and 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' on the top of the stack.
It had become her favorite pastime, other than flying around the manor. She would sit in the same spot for hours, reading. She had already surpassed all of her age-fellows, reading through most of the school curriculum at Hogwarts.
"But I'm busy. The book has finally started to discuss the number 7. It is so intriguing. It is the most powerful number in the world," she replied enthusiastically without looking up. She spoke of the number in a familiar tone.
She could go on rambling on a single subject for hours. Just yesterday, he had received a half-hour lecture on Salamander blood and all its healing and rejuvenating properties. She had taught the subject better than Slughorn ever had.
"Wisteria Vinda Rosier," his wife called.
"Please one more chapter Daddy," his daughter looked at him innocently, her eyes sparkling. She had just recently mastered the art of pout, and was using it to get her way in every situation.
"No," he said sounding stern. "You do not wish to make your mother wait. It is not polite, and certainly not befitting a young lady."
She scoffed.
"And you do not wish for your mother to send her elf upstairs." She sighed.
Taking pity on his daughter's plight he continued, "And if you go downstairs now, then I can give you the copies of 'A Collection of Above Three Hundred Receipts in Cookery, Physick, and Surgery' and 'Advanced Potion-Making' that I have just bought."
With wide, innocent eyes full of wonder, the nine-year-old looked up at her father, her face beaming with adoration and gratitude. She quickly got up and hugged him tight murmuring a quick 'thank you, Daddy', before rushing to the door.
As he headed downstairs, his wife looked at him. He knew what he would say, that he spoiled Ria too much. She just rolled her eyes at him.
He sat at the head of the table, his wife on his right, and Ria on his left. Evan and Pandora who had just turned two, sat beside his wife.