[ Avery | Julian ]: Pleut Des Roses
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Avery couldnāt help but grumble as he unlocked the front door to the shop, finally able to open the storefront for business after whisking away the rest of the rose petals that seemed to have taken over the front of his shop. While the Department of Law Enforcement had been dead set on scouring the street for any evidence of their perpetrator, it seemed they hadnāt been quite as preoccupied with making sure the damn flowers hadnāt spread elsewhere.
While Avery hadnāt been quite as bothered by the political drama or squib scare due to privilege alone (that and he had been avoiding the topic of children like the plague considering his wife didnāt even life with him regularly until this mess), he had to admit it was starting to mess with his business and image, which he or the family certainly couldnāt afford. It didnāt help that his brother was hell bent on involving him regardless, and it was becoming more and more difficult to avoid it. He couldnāt ignore that it was affecting his staffing situation, either. Though he didnāt mind taking up more hours manning the shop, it also meant more time divided between the store and his workshopā where his real passion lied. Heaving a deep sigh, he flipped the āopenā sign before adjusting a few products in the window display to his liking.
āIl pleut des roses ⦠incroyable. Bloody fantastic.ā
The trips to Diagon Alley would become less frequent once the spring term started and Julian was already hesitant to pass through by Floo just to go into St. Mungoās. He was friends with Samuel Prince ā sort of? ā but not in a way where Julian felt obligated to express some kind of āIām sorry this happened to youā yet. After all, they did make awkward small talk and Julian did get some awkward advice about ā well, canāt deal with that yet. Ā Letās go with never?
At least Diagon Alley wasnāt crowded in the morning; give it a few more hours and everyone will want to see the blood splattered on the wall ā or what was left of it, if the Aurors did their fucking job and cleaned up after themselves. Julian entered a jewelry shop, not really thinking about which one he was supposed to have gone to.
āExcuse me ā would you be able to tell me what this ring does?ā He waved at the only other person in the store, taking off the blue ring that Julian had been wearing on his right hand. Of course itās probably worth a lot ā its previous owner didnāt know much about it, or just refused to tell Julian about it except for the fact that he just wanted it out of his hands.
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