bait_backup | War became a job, and love became a mystery, and heart and head were rent into two

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War became a job, and love became a mystery, and heart and head were rent into two

*It's been a long day for Sirius. At least he's back on real Auror duty, and working hard despite being the greenest member of the squad still. He's taken initiative, even brought in this man--one Gilbert Kenniwick--on a variety of petty charges. Trafficking in restricted artifacts, trafficking in restricted creatures--kid stuff, enough to earn him a sentence but not really enough to interest the Auror office. It all could have been dealt through other channels if Sirius had not also been tracing a series of tenuous connections related to giant attacks. His confessed movements in and out of giant territory point right at him being involved somehow in attacks. Twice now, right after he has left giant territory, a major attack has gone down on a Muggle town. It's been more than a month since the last one and they caught Gilbert trying to catch a Portkey to Latvia this morning. Sirius'll be damned if he gets there.

But it's been five hours now and Gilbert isn't talking. His bag full of various treasures are his own, he says, and he's not taking orders from anyone. It's time, Sirius knows, to bring in someone who might just know what they're doing more than he does.

He approaches Alice's desk and drops the file on Gilbert in front of her, crossing his arms.*

Got a minute?

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I would ask you what you know about Aurors, Mr. Kenniwick. But I don't think I want to, you've been so rude.

*She Silences him with a touch of his wand to his throat.

She sits back down across from him.*

Doubtless you know we can perform any of the Unforgivables. But perhaps you didn't know that we can keep you locked in here just as long as we like.

*He may be silenced, but Kenniwick can still struggle and mouth words like fuck you and other various, colorful epithets, but it's all for nothing: the spell holds, and he lapses into sulky stillness.*

*The threats are practised, Aurors monitored specifically to make sure the words don't sound old or redundant, but that will not be Alice's problem today.

Leaning in, her eyes lock onto his.*

We can keep you here, and no one would ever know. And the Unforgivables aren't our only weapons. There are so many ways I can make you hurt, ways that you haven't seen in your darkest nightmares.

*Moving behind him, Alice raises his wand so that it is in his periphery. She lifts one potion bottle at a time.*

Do you see these? I used to be a Healer.

*She levitates one flaming orange vial.*

That's what we use for cauterising wounds.

*The little cap unstoppers as it floats towards his mouth.*

Imagine what would happen if we poured it down your throat.

*Alice isn't watching Sirius, so she doesn't see how he starts. It's not the violence of the threat that unnerves him; its how closely it plays to who and what Alice is. He shifts, silently, from one foot to the other, and then settles back against the wall. Alice knows what she's doing. He knows that.

As for Kenniwick, he begins to squirm in earnest, shaking his head like a resistant child.*

*The vial moves until it's tipping just over Kenniwick's head. Alice takes it from midair and comes around to face him again. Tapping his neck, she gives him his voice back.*

Anything you want to say?

*Kenniwick's voice comes back full force the instant she gives it to him.

"Let me go you psycho bitch, I haven't done anything--"

Sirius doesn't move. If that's the potion she says it is, there's no way she could make him drink it. Not really. She couldn't. Could she?*

*Alice pushes the chair back from the table, putting her empty hand over his bound one. Her eyes are blazing and her voice is a loud growl.*

No, of course you haven't. You're just the go-between for the real men. You're a sad little bastard doing his sad little job.

*It happens so fast there's no time for either of them to react: Kenniwick spits directly into her face.*

*Shaking her head, Alice puts her hands behind her back to show Sirius she is putting the cap in the little fever-reducing potion.

She puts it down on the table as she turns to him, again asking to escalate.*

*Sirius isn't about to stop her now. He nods, the surprise of Kenniwick's own escalation evident on his face.*

*Alice picks up her own wand now, she needs to know the exact amount of force behind her spells. Before she's even turned all the way back, Alice's left hand is under the back of her waistcoat, drawing her knife.

The hilt smashes into the right side of Kenniwick's face and almost instantly she magically sends his chair flying backwards to slam against the wall.*

What do you say, Kenniwick?

*Kenniwick lets out a great shout, but he's still cursing spiritedly at Alice instead of giving up anything.

Sirius goes so far as to take a step forward before stopping himself. Alice knows what she's doing. He has to trust her. And this idiot might know something important, something they can't afford to just let go because Sirius is squeamish about the little trickle of blood coming out of their suspect's nose.*

*Alice takes deliberate steps, brandishing the knife as she switches it to her right hand.*

All you have to do is give us names, Gilbert.

*There's a note of panic, now, in Kenniwick's voice.

"I don't--I don't know anything. I don't know what you're talking about."

And Sirius is still against the wall, less leaning and more frozen. Everything he had done to Kenniwick--to any suspect--was little more than he had done to Snape at Hogwarts. It's bullying, little more, and nothing so grave as a knife had ever been involved. But Alice knows what she's doing, she's been on this for years, he's got to trust her, even if his certainty in her is waning.*

*Up until this point, she has remained completely anonymous. But Alice knows who she is to people in the underworld, what her reputation is to people like Kenniwick.

She stands over him, her body blocking the light and her knife at his eye level.*

By the way, Kenniwick, my name's Alice Longbottom.

*Kenniwick's struggles cease for a split second as he gapes up at her, a new horror dawning across his face. Then, his efforts redouble in an attempt to free himself from the chair. This time, he's shouting at Sirius.

"Fuck, fuck, you didn't have to bring in her, fucking hell, why is she here--let me go, I haven't done a damn thing--"

It's incredible, transfixing, to realize what fear her name strikes in this man. And, Sirius wonders, why--what must she have done to other people--lots and lots of other people--to make him react this way?*

Names, Gilbert. That's all I want.

*She's whispering quietly, knowing he's listening.*

Names, and I'll stop.

*Gilbert looks terrified, but he's given up on Sirius for help. He screws up his face with determination.

"I'm not scared of you."*

*Alice echoes some of her first words with a different inflection.*

Not yet?

*The flat side of the blade ghosts across one cheek, then the other.*

*Kenniwick freezes, rigid in his chair, not even daring to twitch when she touches him with the knife. But when the sharp edge doesn't cut him, he lets out a hoarse little giggle.

"You can't hurt me, I'm a suspect--"

Sirius, finally finding the volition to move, takes out his wand and holds it at his side, waiting for--something.*

*Alice's eyebrows are up again, her face a mask of are you really this stupid.

Her hand brings the knife down to his left thumb.*

I can do anything I like because you're a suspect, Gilbert Kenniwick.

*Kenniwick tries to stretch his thumb away, but there's nothing he can do: the bonds are tight.

"Fuck you, fuck you--"*

*She is almost certain that if he knows anything, he's about to crack. All she would need to do is to cut just deep enough for stitches and he will talk.

She makes a show of it, raising her shoulder and sliding the knife; it looks more like she's about to cut into a loaf of bread than a thumb.

And then there is a little blood and a lot of screams.

Alice stops.*

*Even after she stops, Kenniwick keeps squealing for a few seconds, and then dissolves into whimpers.

"All right, I was--I'm trying to--import things. Illegally. All right? Importing. That's it, I swear--"

But Sirius isn't even listening. He's horrified at the screaming and the blood--Kenniwick can't wipe it away, his hand is streaming, and Sirius doesn't even know what to do with his wand.*

Alice--

*The tone of Sirius's voice tells Alice he wants her to stop. She looks down at the cut. It's shallow, it wouldn't take more than two minutes to heal. She Summons a small cloth from her bag and wraps it around the thumb to stop the bleeding in the meantime.

Finally she turns around to see the shock on Sirius's face, and it confuses her. This is certainly not the first interrogation he has seen, and can't possibly be the worst.

Looking him up and down, she frowns, but gives her assessment of Kenniwick.*

I don't think he did it. But you could try sweating him out in here. Trust your judgment, he's your suspect.

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