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The last few months had been interesting for the Villiers family. With it now a well-known fact amongst the wealthy families of wizarding world that Oliver Senior had in fact been fumbling around with someone that wasn't his wife, Oliver had taken to partying a lot more than he had a year or two previous. He felt betrayed, not by just his father but also by his sister who had known about the affair much longer than any other Villiers sibling. His father and his sister were the two people in the world that mattered most to him. Yet here he was, after finding out the two had lied to his face for months. Contact with his family had been very little in previous months. Instead, Oliver found himself going to work, coming home, opening up a bottle of whiskey and repeat for days on end.
Eventually, Oliver decided he needed out for a bit. Just a little holiday, to escape the whispers that he often heard in the hallways of Gringotts or the looks of disappointment he would get from the staff at his fathers business. So the young man took off to Monaco. He had been a few days before he decided to visit the infamous casino.
He had spent most of the evening playing a few games here or there. Never making much of a win but having one or two harsh losses along the way. He had mainly broken even and instead sipped his whiskey from the sidelines while observing anyone else.
It was the dice that peaked his attention though. There was no real skill in it. Nothing major to prove you were better than anyone else. Any normal person would have avoided it, but what did Oliver have to lose. He stood in around the table, placing his glass on the side. Oliver played with the dice in his hands for a moment before blowing them and throwing them across the table. He watched as the die rolled away from him, bouncing off one another before coming to a stop at the other end of the table. He counted the number on the dies quickly before a small smirk appeared on his lips.
"Well," he turned to the man who handed him the dice, patting him gently on the back, "looks like my luck is turning."