"You're imagining difficulties where there aren't any," he snapped, even more irritable now than when he'd arrived. "A quiet, short engagement, a small wedding that her family plans — you literally just have to show up and say the right words. And then I'll do the rest." Cassius was, of course, the Lestrange in the world most likely to fuck things up, but there was nothing to fuck up here — or, at least, there wouldn't be. Tiberius would take all of that out of his hands, to make sure things ran smoothly. Getting married wasn't hard. Tiberius had done it at twenty-three, which was nearly as young as Cassius, and he'd coordinated everything himself.

"And if there's difficulty in getting the arrangements made, we can always leverage something," he continued. Money, if that was what it took — or some bit of blackmail, if money wouldn't suffice. Tiberius was a legilimens and was not afraid to go prying around in people's secrets for some sort of ammunition to use in this situation. If nothing else, there was always extortion. There were ways, in short — but he couldn't do anything until Cassius had a god damned girl.