#convowade

Best Man

They’d timed it all perfectly. As soon as majority of people had left the Midsummer Celebration, including all the outsiders, and it had ticked over to midnight. It had begun. He, Sebastian Rowle, Celene Burke, and Irene Rosier had gone to Azkaban to free some valuable assets to their cause. It had been almost too easy to get past the guards, those oafs had no idea what had been coming and made pitiful opponents. Roman found himself slightly disappointed at the lack of true action or damage he’d been able to do. They’d split up and after releasing some old death eaters, they’d left. It had been quick, in and out. Which is why Roman hadn’t realised that some fucker had released his goddamn Mother until he read it in the paper. He’d spat his coffee all over the front page. And it had been good coffee, he was furious on all accounts. His mother was released? How had he missed that? He spent the morning pacing around his apartment and trying to calm his thoughts. What if she tried to contact him?

Roman still felt a little uneasy living back at Avery Manor. It was barely recognisable to the house he grew up in, but every now and then it would be walking through a doorway, or the way the light hit the fireplace that would bring him right back. One part that was absolutely different was the master bedroom, his office, and the main living room. Roman was glad Octavia put the extra work into making these rooms barely recognisable. Maybe one day he’d explain why he had such a distaste for the manor, they were on good terms now, but definitely not at that level of intimacy yet. 

Roman had been hearing whispers around the grounds. Whispers about his brother. Nothing spread as quickly as gossip within the pureblood community, even with all these non-purebloods around. Whispers that his brother had a date. Roman knew they’d had an argument about Octavia and the whole manor situation, though it had been sorted, and Roman had sent Wade a new watch as a peace offering. So why hadn’t Wade told him?  They normally shared everything, and Roman assumed his brother would have told him whether or not he was bring a date to an event such as this. Taking a second glass of the herbal drinks being served, he moved to his brother’s side at the edge of the 1 on 1 quidditch pitch. “Hows your day turning out?” He asked, holding out the drink. “I’ve been hearing some rumours about you.”

A train compartment. Roman wasn’t sure he’d stop smirking for the rest of the week. He’d stayed close by Octavia for a while, now that she wasn’t ignoring him. But eventually he’d excused himself to go to the bathroom, It probably was a good idea not to stick by her side all day, he would probably end up with an elbow in the ribs. She was already getting annoyed with his smirk.