Really well-written -- and hot -- and such fine characterizations of all of them; love the touches of the past, too. And a great title. Lines I like:
Exactly what Aberforth had set out to create: a tiny bit of perdition adjacent to the grounds of his brother's slice of heaven
Ugly as sin, this one, but... still. Exactly. Still. You bring out that "still" very well. (And he still wants the bookish ones -- yes!)
"You really have been on the reserve too long, brother dearest." Hahaha!
Put a man behind a bar, give him a dirty rag and the ability to pour a drink, and suddenly he was as invisible as if he had one of those fancy cloaks. So Aberforth.
English really was a bitch of a language Isn't she?