roman avery

Lowering his tone. he leaned closer to Roman. “You misunderstand me. The aurors came to my home this morning with an excuse of me importing liquor illegally. If they were concerned about the business, why would they feel the need to raid the manor without a warrant? You’ll need to go through your home. I’m sure this is just the beginning of Cassius’ need to prove himself.”

Roman had indeed misunderstood, still caught in the joking nature of their conversation he hadn’t quite understood the seriousness of the situation. “Mm.” he hummed, leaning forward in the booth slightly, so they could speak without others in the bar hearing. “I’ll have the elves do a, cleanout. What is Cassius’s aim here? Surely there are other ways of proving himself than selling us out.” Roman tsked, taking a sip of his whiskey. 

Octavia knew better than to laugh at the man in public as it would have been considered rude of her to do so, but the glint in her eyes would tell Roman that she found the situation highly entertaining. If only because she thought it was hot when he got angry. “Just ignore them, love. You know what you’re doing. I don’t have a headache potion in my bag, but how about we get something to drink?” 

“I dunno,” Anthony said with a shrug, “Could be really good. Like that blue vodka.”

Okay maybe he was already a little trashed and he shouldn’t be talking to the head of a booze company about his shitty booze opinions. Mike and Terry already made enough fun of him for it he really shouldn’t add more people to that list. Oh well. “Sell it to recent grads and war vets. I’ll fly off shelves.”

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Roman didn’t believe his face could show more disgust, until the boy in front of him said something about blue vodka. “Blue- What on earth is blue vodka?” his lip curled up as he pictured what it could possibly be. 

“Recent grads are not quite my demographic. War vets- well the ones with good taste are.” he said, taking a sip of his drink and looking out to the crowd for Octavia. Couldn’t she save him from this ridiculous conversation? “My product already ‘flies off the shelves’ I don’t need gimmicks to keep my business afloat.”

Lisa hadn’t had alcohol since she found out she was pregnant and while she wasn’t what one would call a big drinker, she did miss having a glass here or there at an event such as this one. Perhaps it was her pregnancy cravings for anything sweet and salty that made her suggest salted caramel whiskey, but she thought it sounded like a good idea. “It’s a very popular sweets flavor, it could translate well into firewhiskey.”

Roman looked this girl over, who was she and why was she talking to him? “I don’t sell sweets.” He frowned slightly “And my demographic is not children, so why would I create something like that?” Roman frowned even more, just the thought of caramel firewhiskey made him feel quite ill. “It’s not my fault of people don’t have the refined palate to enjoy firewhiskey as it’s meant to be made.”

Roman Avery & Wade Avery Moodboard 1/?

Roman & Octavia Avery Moodboard 1/?

“Do you know that with certainty?” She looked at him, eyebrow raised as she stroked over his hand with her thumb.Roman always felt the need to touch her in some way or another, not that she was complaining. “That won’t happen.” Octavia waved him off confidently. She would find Roderick a wife he would be pleased with. “If you end up being right… I’ll move on to one of the Carrow girls. I’m thinking Flora, but I haven’t made my mind up yet.”

“I just know” he grinned, he knew Roderick wouldn’t be interested in Daphne, but at the very least it would be entertaining. Especially entertaining when Octavia was inevitably proved wrong. “Do you know that with certainty?” he copied her previous words with a very amused smirk on his face. “I will be right. I’m telling you. I’d be willing to make a bet on it.”

“You think I would ask you to keep an eye on this place for just a weekend?” Roderick’s mouth was curling into a genuine smile. His false annoyance fading away as he ushered them inside and waved to a waiter for a drink. Roman was infuriating and he had missed that dearly. “Should I be asking you why I had some kid pretending to be a healer trying to get in tonight? Since you’ve taken such good care of the place for me.”  He knew he could trust Roman as he always had, regardless of their more permanent, opinionated connection now. “Difficult day? Too many whiskeys to try? It’s too bad. You’ll have to try another tonight.”

“I didn’t realise you trusted me to keep an eye on this place at all. It was news to me” he laughed, following his friend inside to their favourite booth. It truly did have it’s benefits, having a friend who owned an exclusive club. It was enough of a benefit that he put up with Rodericks annoying behaviour. “A healer? I’ve got no idea. I was at work, you know, my real job. Probably just wanted a taste of the exclusivity” he shrugged, sitting down in the booth and nodding to the waiter to bring them some drinks. “Yes far too many whiskeys to try, I don’t know how I survive” he rolled his eyes. “No, a vendor is trying to get a ridiculous discount just because they’ve bought from us for years. They’re being fucking annoying about it.” 

Wade was on a high with his thoughts, having formed a plan and an apology speech that would woe even the less romantic. Going to the Avery manor was an inconvenience but necessary. He was still smiling happily except when Roman mentioned Gregory again. “What-I’m not-I don’t owe him anything,” Wade replied hastily, his brows pulling together and looking off to the side. “Merlin’s fucking hell I’m going to ask Susan to marry me. I need money from the inheritance for the ring.”

Roman was panicked to say the least that Wade was in such a position with Goyle that he needed to borrow from his inheritance to pay back, in that moment Roman genuinely considered grabbing Wade and trapping him in the manor so he didn’t rack up even more of a debt. So when Wade had cut that thought off right in the middle, Roman let out a sigh of relief “Thank Salazar.” he said, running a hand through his hair. Then it registered what Wade had actually said. “Wait- Marry Susan?” The muggleborn. Hm. Perhaps Roman should have seen this coming. He knew better than to question Wade’s decision directly, and he wanted his brother to be happy, but him marrying Susan may complicate things. “Congratulations, I suppose.” he said. 

“That they are no longer together can be attributed to your brother’s bad taste.” She pointed out. Wade had never been known for having the best taste, otherwise he would have been interested in her in the past. Not that she ever wanted him to be, but objectively seen he should have had interest in her. She was gorgeous. “If you think I’m taking in strays you’re mistaken. Let them go on a date first before you laugh at my plan. It might just work.” 

“I don’t think thats the case for Daphne, trust me.” Roman snickered, sitting forward again in his seat so he could rest his arms in his wife’s lap. “I don’t think we’ll have much of a choice. He’d either hide at our manor or at the club.” he shook his head, unable to wipe the amused smile off his face, he couldn’t wait to talk to Rod about this. “Alright, fine. When I end up being right about Greengrass, who do you intend to put in the running next?” 

And there he was, laughing again. She didn’t realise what’s so funny about her idea because she did not know Daphne well. She had spoken to her for less than an hour total over the years. “Did she not date Wade before? We all know his judgement isn’t the best with his current girlfriend, but we should not hold that against Daphne.” She still didn’t like Susan, clearly. She didn’t want someone else like her. So she was looking for alternatives and took matters into her own hands. “I would prefer her to Sandra. At least she speaks on topics that interest me.”

Roman knew she was upset with him for laughing but honestly what else was he supposed to do with such a ridiculous suggestion presented to him. “Yes, I believe so. You should note that they are no longer together, that says something.” he grinned. “Roderick would tire of Daphne Greengrass in about a week and a half and then we would both have to deal with having a lodger at our house majority of the time.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.