If I find that you ain't got no trust in me, then it's time to use my psychology

[notquitefacist.livejournal.com]

*There is an infuriatingly frightening tactic exercised by parents the world over that has been very firmly adopted into the judicial system. Ominous and demeaning enough when it is performed by one's mother or father in the privacy of home, it is all the more formidable when the law is behind it. The Minister of Magic, a man who waits every day for his son to be found and clandestinely executed on his own orders, strikes even the layman as decidedly the right sort of parent and politician to truly maximise the effect of this particular punishment.

Several days have gone by after their famous guest's short stay in the Auror office. It is only when the busiest time of the week rolls around, after Siruis has had time to be publicly discussed and humiliated, that Crouch Sr. makes his appearance in the squad room. From the moment he enters, followed by a member of his personal staff with an untelling expression and a particularly formal looking folder in hand, it is clear what everyone had been wondering since the word got out. Sirius is indeed to be made example of.*

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[notquitefacist.livejournal.com]

*There is just a flicker of a moment when it looks as though Crouch Sr. is about to roll his eyes. But where Sirius just manages to control his temper much of the time, Crouch Sr.'s frustrations are strictly allowed no leaks to the surface. Instead he keeps them all in one place for their time, and Sirius gets nothing more than the stony look of a preacher.*

This squad operates on a model of process, skill, and control, none of which you have demonstrated. The law is no Junior Auror's to decide, Mr. Black. Your purpose is to carry it out. If you knew your place, you would see that this is no punishment.

I expect you at the side of bed number twelve at six o' clock tomorrow morning.

[fleasaremurder.livejournal.com]

So all that matters is procedure. Not ending this war. Sir.

[notquitefacist.livejournal.com]

*It's difficult not to look menacing if one has been blessed with a less than charming face, and Crouch Sr. most certainly has. The office, unable not to look on, plunges into the impermeable silence. Everyone from the veteran Aurors who worked with Crouch Sr. themselves and remember his responses to being challenged, all the way to the poor girl from Records trapped with a stack of reports in her arms unable to complete her should-be simple delivery.

Still, even with all eyes on them, he does not let go, stubbornly holding on to his control until he squeezes so tight it shatters. Even though his face remains smooth and his stance disciplined, his eyes bore into Sirius with the bulging dare of his son's.*

Mr. Black. As the officer responsible for single-handedly shaming this institution, would you care to repeat that statement. Or do you perhaps have some files to catch up on.

[fleasaremurder.livejournal.com]

I said, you don't give a fuck about actually trying to win this war. We're so busy torturing people who can't buy their way out, and harassing werewolves, that no one here can see the forest for the trees. One skinny death eater couldn't have taken out the Prewetts by themselves, and Bellatrix good as admitted it, and you don't fucking care about finding the people who murdered them in their home--