*Sirius glares at the folder in Crouch's hands. But even if he could just do a bit of wandless, wordless magic and set it aflame, it would only be delaying the inevitable. This is it, then; it's all come crashing down, and here's the end to all of it--to following James, to being in with the Ministry and all the power and information that brings, to having whatever safety being an Auror might confer on a wayward overgrown weed like Sirius Black.
But if Crouch has come in person, it's not because he wants to wish him well. He wants this to be a warning to the rest. Well, it can be a warning, all right.
Sirius lifts his gaze from the folder to Crouch's face, slowly mastering his tone and face until he is placid and neutral--even respectful--once more.*
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Date: 2011-11-23 03:06 am (UTC)But if Crouch has come in person, it's not because he wants to wish him well. He wants this to be a warning to the rest. Well, it can be a warning, all right.
Sirius lifts his gaze from the folder to Crouch's face, slowly mastering his tone and face until he is placid and neutral--even respectful--once more.*
What would you like to have me sign, sir.