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

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*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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*It's no secret that the twins and the Longbottoms do not agree about what Aurors should and should not do, but it's a topic that neither set broaches. Alice can guess that Gideon's thoughts are still back in room three, but she knows better than to bring it up. Her tactics were not extraordinary, not even individual to herself. People in the office do far worse everyday, and for much less. But Sirius's reaction doesn't add up. As a trainee, he observed probably every Auror interrogate at some point, and Alice's brutality is not unheard of. She can't understand what triggered it.

As they step out of the elevator, Alice returns to the conversation.*

I remember those days...well, I'm sure you remember too.

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Well, I'm in them, so. Remembering is easy.

Say hello to Frank for me, will you?

*The Atrium is noisy, filled with witches and wizards heading doggedly for Floos, so he has to raise his voice to be heard above it. With a little attempt at a wave, Gideon hefts his armload of files and sets off for a fireplace of his own.*

So long, Alice.