roman avery

blood is thicker than water

[romanavery]

reflint​:

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. 

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averyoctavia​:

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?” 

Roman caught the look Octavia gave him, clearly she found this whole thing amusing, he wished he could have her levity for idiots. “It’s difficult to ignore them when they’re so forward, he practically had me backed into a corner.” Roman rolled his eyes. “Yes. Please. How are you finding the evening?”

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anthonyxgoldstein​:

“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.”

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lisaturpinhqs​:

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.”

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❂ wade

Here!

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Roman Avery & Wade Avery Moodboard 1/?

@wadeavery

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❂ octavia

Here!

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Roman & Octavia Avery Moodboard 1/?

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[averyoctavia]

romanavery​:

How was the world filled with so many idiots? His wife, and sometimes his brother, not included in that. The good part about having a successful business was exactly that, he was successful. The bad part was that people felt as thought that meant you had the time to listen to their stupid ideas. Roman hated supplying Ministry events for this particular reason, people found out he was the supplier and decided to share their stupid ideas with him. “Why don’t I make a salted caramel firewhiskey?” he asked in utter disbelief “Because that sounds disgusting.”

Octavia had been making her rounds greeting people she had to pretend to care about, particularly all the pureblood mothers that told their daughters to take her as an example. She was a great role model after all. Perhaps the best one. Catching part of the conversation she held her hand over her mouth, letting out a small laugh at how irritated her husband sounded, deciding to save him by coming up with an excuse.. “If you’ll excuse us.” Octavia smiled politely before turning to her husband. Mr. Shafiq asked for you.” 

[romanavery]

Roman stared in horrored disbelief as the wizard continued to go on and on about salted caramel whiskey. He had opened his mouth to bite out a snarky response yet again before he felt his wife’s hand on his arm and she thankfully pulled him away. “If you’ll excuse me” he said shortly to the man before turning on his heel and moving away with his wife. “Why are people so stupid. Honestly. It’s baffling. I need a headache potion”

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romanavery​:

“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.” 

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Roderick slid into his seat and looked out on his business. It had been an accidental venture, a case of being in the right place at the right time, but one he was happy to have. His deck had told him a new opportunity was coming his way and for a moment, he had assumed it was his assignment. Now he saw it what it truly was. A life change. “Is that your polite way of referring to me? I assume the family discount still applies.” He had never paid for Roman’s whiskey in his life until he had taken over ownership here. “I may need to purchase some stock from you soon. The aurors came to my home this morning. They seem to think I’m importing my liquor illegally.”

[romanavery]

“No my polite way of referring to you is ‘my idiot brother in law’ surely you know that by now” Roman jested, picking up a drink off the waiters tray as they walked past. “Of course the family discount still applies, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll just write up an invoice, that’ll keep the aurors at bay. I’m sure they have bigger problems to worry about than you getting free alcohol from your supplier brother in law”

[wadeavery]

romanavery​:

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. 

Wade was smiling as he talked and his smile dropped when Roman seemed hesitant to the idea. He wasn’t worried about marrying Susan for the targets he would add to his back. The love he had for her outweighed it all and he knew that was naive but it was how he felt. “Yes, marry Susan. Did you really think I was dating her for the fun of it? There’s not a problem, is there?” he asked in disbelief. Susan wasn’t a pureblood social elite person but that was probably why he did like her. There was a deep contrast and he appreciated her. “Thanks, I suppose. I’ll make sure to owl the wedding invitations. If she says yes that is. She…we got into it. A fight. If I have to move out I guess I could…live at the old flat or here in my old room.”

[romanavery]

“Well you do tend to date people for the fun of it. I can’t say all of your past girlfriends were marriage material” Roman said with a short laugh. Neither had all of his in his youth but the point still stood. “It’s not necessarily a problem, I want you to be happy. But- you know what I mean. It will definitely raise some eyebrows...” among the Redeemers. Not just the pureblood circles. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” A closer eye on Wade meant a closer eye on the whole family. Roman would have to pick up the slack where Wade was already falling short for the cause. That is if they didn’t decide to kill him for being a liability. No. Roman wouldn’t let that happen. Never. “So you’re going to apologise, by proposing?” Roman couldn’t hide a smile at that, and even more so at the idea of Wade moving back home. “If you lived here you and Octavia would be under the same roof you do know that? Of course it would be prime entertainment for me but make sure you know what you’re suggesting”

[romanavery]

How was the world filled with so many idiots? His wife, and sometimes his brother, not included in that. The good part about having a successful business was exactly that, he was successful. The bad part was that people felt as thought that meant you had the time to listen to their stupid ideas. Roman hated supplying Ministry events for this particular reason, people found out he was the supplier and decided to share their stupid ideas with him. “Why don’t I make a salted caramel firewhiskey?” he asked in utter disbelief “Because that sounds disgusting.”

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averyoctavia​:

“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.”

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reflint​:

“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.” 

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wadeavery​:

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. 

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averyoctavia​:

“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?” 

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averyoctavia​:

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.