Rumor's Confirmed | By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"WELL?" Logan demanded as soon as everyone was seated around the table for dinner later that evening.
Roark glanced at Harry, who grinned, knowing exactly what his brother was about to do. Roark looked at Logan as he took the platter of garlic-roasted potatoes from his father, and with a mischievous grin answered, "Well, Rodolphus and Rabastan have been ordered to report to the Academy at seven--"
"Ro...ark!" he whined with a roll of his blue eyes that had everyone chuckling at his theatrics. "You know damn well what I'm asking, little brother!"
Deep laughter rang out as Roark Sr. now passed a platter of baked lemon pepper and rosemary fish to him. "Do stop teasing your brother, Rory."
With amusement in his silver eyes, "Aw, you're no fun at all, Papa," he said, passing the platter to Rodolphus and next taking a bowl of macaroni and cheese. "The house and the surrounding twenty-five acres of land now officially belong to Rodolphus, Rabastan, Harry, and myself. Thanks, in part, to a trust fund I hadn't known existed. We were able to buy outright with that."
"OH! Um...oops." Dacian gave him a grin. "I guess we kind of forgot to tell you about that, didn't we?" He didn't, Roark thought, look one bit contrite. "Sorry about that. There was so much else to go over with you, we were bound to forget something."
"I made sure," Roark Sr. said with a smile, "that there was a trust fund set up for each of my children when they were born, adding a bit from each pay period to each one, that way, if anything ever happened to me, the money and the estate stayed within the family."
"And as we had no proof that the child Dad conceived with the wife we had yet to meet, was dead, we had no intention of dividing up that trust until we did," Gabriel said, giving one of his sons a stern look. "Trent, leave Simon alone, or you will be sent to your room and grounded immediately after dinner." He then glared at the younger of the two. "Simon, stop goading your brother or YOU will not ONLY be grounded and sent to your room, I'll be taking your game system away."
Both boys immediately turned their attention back to their dinners. Gabriel nodded turning back to his youngest brother. "I know the property Rodolphus and Rabastan took you and Harry too. I don't think you could have chosen a more beautiful home."
Harry looked over at him with a wide smile. "We think so too. We both fell in love with the property as soon as we saw it, and the house...That house is a work of art. We can't wait to get in there and start decorating and furnishing the place. Rory wants to get the garden in before too much longer so we'll have some fresh fruits and vegetables when we move in."
"We'd really like to have it ready to move into on the day of our wedding," Roark told them.
"A sectar?" Nick sat forward from where he sat beside Damien. "Rory, that isn't much time."
"That's very true, it isn't, but see, here's the thing. I have this wonderful, very large family who are all ready and willing to help us. Sebastien, Robin, Fili, Kili, Colten, Payton, and Uncle Bilbo have all already offered their assistance. Anyone else?" he asked with an arched brow.
Several snorts sounded at once as cousin Roark sat forward. "So, a challenge is it?"
Rabastan picked up his wine glass, sipped, his sherry eyes dancing with amusement. "Think you're up for it, old man?"
"OLD MAN?!" Roark barked out, pretending to be very offended. "Meet me in the gym after dinner, Rabastan, I'll show you old."
"Oh, this is going to be so good," Roark took a bite of his fish, his eyes slipping closed for a brief moment as he savored a variety of flavors that exploded on his tongue. "This fish is wonderful, Uncle. You must give us the recipe," he said, opening his eyes, then he smirked as he looked around the table. "Bet's anyone? I'll give ten gold credits on Rabastan."
"I'll take that bet, and raise you another ten," Harry said from his place across from him, grinning down the table at his brother's cousin.
"I'll take that bet, too and raise you another twenty credits."
"Jordan! You're supposed to be on my side!"
"Normally I would be, but no, sorry big brother, not this time. Rabastan is going to mop the floor with you."
"Humph," Roark grunted. "You're probably right about that, but who knows? I love a good challenge, and as it turns out, both of these Lestrange brothers have proven to be great challenges."
"They have, haven't they? Hey, maybe we can turn this into a round-robin event."
"Why not?" Grayson said from where he sat with a grin. "We haven't had a really good family sparring session in far too long."
"No, we haven't, and I think it's about time we did."
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