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“Well dear you might want to start with a thank you – it never hurts to be gracious, even to those we don’t like. You don’t have to agree with someone’s policies to treat them with civility and it is a compliment to be offered such a position without the proper credentials. Then, inform them that you must decline – you might want to cite it as a conflict of interest, but whatever you do, don’t insult them. Aurors are like hippogriffs – they take insults very personally and can get quite hostile if they feel they’re being disrespected. Bow out gracefully, and get out of the drawing room as quickly as you can. We’ll be waiting for you in the wings, so you won’t have to try and navigate your way out of here on your own.”
{ Hurt Starters }
“Thanks for the advice, but I don’t really have time to be laying around Malfoy. I’ll take some pain reliever and whatever else, but I’ll be damned before I spend the remainder of my shift in here.” Let alone the two days that were being insisted upon. “It’s not as bad as we thought it was anyway.” Which meant he’d be able to bully Clemence into clearing him for duty easily enough – if you weren’t bleeding or on your death bed, you could still be working as far as that old codger was concerned. There were some benefits to the fact not all of the older generation had retired yet, honestly.
“Ah Harry, I’m touched,” Sirius couldn’t help but laugh as he reached out and drew his godson into a half hug, glad Remus wasn’t around to hear this or he’d never live down the fact that for a hot minute, he almost sounded like a responsible adult. If Moony knew he was capable of it, it might turn into an expectation, and that’d be no fun.
“I’m going to be – extremely honest with you though.” Drawing Harry to take a walk with him, he kept his voice low as much to impart a sense of seriousness to his words as to make sure they weren’t overheard. “I’m not brave, kiddo. I’m reckless – and there’s a very big difference between the two.” Not the least of which being one was phenomenally more irresponsible than the other. “Or at least – I can be. Most of the time when people think I’m being brave, its more likely that I’m flying by the seat of my pants and just pretending I know what I’m doing, while being wholly aware that what I’m actually doing is stupid, and has a high probability of me dying.”
Drawing away, Sirius collapsed into one of the couches and concluded, “I guess what I’m saying is – you’re plenty brave, and if you started acting more like me, James would probably find a way out of the grave to kick my ass for it, so – for the sake of his rest – a better rolemodel might be a good idea.”
“If you have another suggestion, I’m all ears,” As far as he could see it, Harold Prince wasn’t caught out for stepping out of the fucking Veil like that was just something that could happen because he’d been in the right place at the right time to shield the man. There were a lot of questions, but seeing as the alternative was letting the Ministry ask them there didn’t seem to be much recourse unless Prince fancied being tortured until every ounce of valuable information that could be meted from him had been.
{ Hurt Meme }
It was her fault – she hadn’t been quick enough to get out of the way when Georgie had spooked. If she’d been a little faster they wouldn’t be in this awful mess – the poor dear still needed his poultices, but she could barely think past her own pain as her leg throbbed horribly.
She hadn’t reported Georgie yet – she admittedly hadn’t planned to. He was getting on fine here, and she knew Scamander intended to take him to a conservation once he was stabilized. The only thing truly registering beyond the pain was the terror of knowing that if they weren’t able to heal these burns properly, she’d be forced to take time off – and worse still, there would be an inquiry she just couldn’t bear being responsible for.
“I’m – sorry,” She managed, still gripping her leg as she combated physical agony and emotional misery. She tried to do as he said – panicking now wouldn’t help anyone after all – especially when her clients could pick up on it. She couldn’t distress anyone more than she already had. “Up – upstairs. We should – deal with this upstairs. I don’t want to alarm them.” She couldn’t walk, she knew she couldn’t, but if he levitated her – at least then the animals wouldn’t also be on edge throughout all this!
{ Hurt Meme }
It was at times like this that Theseus wondered how well Newt knew him at all. It seemed as though his brother had a particular idea in his mind about who he was and what he represented, but had made no effort to learn more or even attempt to understand why he had such thoughts when evidence to the contrary appeared so frequently.
Perhaps if Theseus were some misunderstood creature, his brother might have put forth some actual effort into understanding him, or at least trying to. As it was, he found himself yet again faced with bristling contempt when he had done little more than offer assistance from the only quarters that he could. It could be bitterly frustrating, dealing with this sort of deliberate disregard, but he supposed there was nothing for it now. Regardless of his feelings, Newt had set his mind up on him, and would not be budged from it – so there was no point in arguing the matter.
“If it pleases you,” There were other ways to approach this beyond the genuine, if that was what Newt preferred. “How’s this then – Grimmson will not hesitate to kill that boy. It is, after all, the ministry’s decree. As far as I see it, the only chance Credence has of surviving this manhunt is if you find him first. I can convince Travers to grant you one final opportunity to agree – you don’t have to stay with the office forever, for God’s sake.” His frustration had bled through after all, and war-time habit had not yet broken clear of him as he fell automatically to the Muggle phrasing as opposed to Merlin. “Think about this from a strategical standpoint Newt – for his sake, if not your own.”
“Mister Scamander, whatever it is you’re about to say please allow me to remind you that I have obligations here that go beyond both you and the ministry.” She didn’t look up from her careful work of clearing mites out of the scales of the whining chupacabra in her hand, though she did stop addressing the man in order to offer reassurance to her charge that he was doing very good.
Her primary motivation for working here was attending to the animals – and while she had hoped to get along with Mister Scamander on account of the fact he seemed to care about them just as much as she did, the fact he was consistently attempting to get rid of her was really starting to turn into background noise. The ministry would be very suspicious if she reported in on how often he tried to send her off, but she had a feeling it was less because he wanted to get up to anything nefarious more than it was a genuine displeasure in having a stranger in his nest. He was very like his creatures in that respect, but that didn’t change the fact she still had her duties to her clients to consider.
“Delilah was having trouble with a hairball earlier,” She added then, dropping a few more mites into a containment spell, “Perhaps you might want to check on her?” If he was busy with the nundu, perhaps she could finish dealing with their new friend in peace.
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