A Royal Temper That One (Closed)

[Devin Brady]

September 8th, 2007

Devin smiled lightly as he walked into the Auror Headquarters in Hogsmeade, a newspaper in one hand his briefcase in the other. He made his way into the back towards his desk. As a member of the aurors holding numerous years on the force, they were giving him desks everywhere. Next thing you know he would have an office. He laughed to himself at the thought. His own office, he'd be sure to make it very comfortable.

He dropped the briefcase off on the desk making his way back towards the front of the building, his neat robes following lightly after him. Quietly he poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned back on a wall, pulling the paper out. What better way to use the few minutes he had left before his shift, then to catch up on the news. A charming smile flashed as one of the female aurors passed, a twinkle catching in his eye, she grinned back in return.

Devin made some conversation with a couple of the other aurors as he grabbed another cup of coffee. He didn't need it, but sometimes it just helped keep you on your game. Really he hoped something intresting would happen today, but for the most part nothing did. He seemed to miss everything by one day. He made a joke as he walked away from the others and checked his watch, "On the clock," right as the door opened.


((edited by Tamis Raynor to add date.))

[Tamis Raynor]

Sometimes you had to be careful what you wished for. The bad thing about those wishes, is that not only did they have this knack of coming true, but they also tended to bring along more than you were bargaining for. This time that additional surplus came marching down High Street in the form a five foot, fire breathing dragon.

This was absurd, disgraceful, and a complete mockery of everything the Auror Force had stood for. They were the elite, the best of the best, and no where to be bloody seen on campus. Heightened Security her behind, there was no security and the start to a second round of kidnapping had been proof of it. Oh no, her former colleagues were not going to get away with this one. True, they didn't know about it ... and that was due to some serious concealing by herself and a few others. But that was still no excuse.

And so, that was what lead to this exact moment. To that door flying open and lightening upon the petite frame of Tamis Raynor trying to fill its frame. Nostrils were flaring, eyes narrowed to the point that it was a wonder that she could see. Apparently she could, for they searched the first level of the Auror Station, mind zoning in on a possible target, any target to give a piece of her mind to.

One had kindly presented itself right in front of the door; tall, had her by an entire foot and a number of inches, long dark hair and... slightly familiar to her. Not that that was surprising, half the aurors were slightly familiar to her. But that did not matter at the moment, all that did was the bright red flashing light flaring 'target found' in her brain.

"You!" She accused, pointing a finger like a wand in the man's direction as she advanced on him. "This is abominable! You and your little posse here should be utterly ashamed of yourselves. To think you actually need education to get this job."

No cursing, thankfully, for when she chose to use it, her mouth was worthy of a sailor's. But that did not say that there would not be any to come. Currently, she was still mildly professional.

[Devin Brady]

"Mhmm, I see. And can I ask you why you might be so upset?" he smiled as he spoke, the charm very evident on his light irish accent.

Just what he wanted, a woman to come barging in accusing him and his "little posse" of somehow doing something wrong. No this was not what he meant by something interesting. He was thinking maybe someone was caught doing something wrong, they needed to be there to take care of it. He was thinking, 'Oh I don't want to do paperwork, lets hope they don't stick me here to sit and do nothing.' However what he got was nothing more than a plague, and a familiur one at that. What she reminded him of he wasn't very sure, but it was there, and very prominent. The woman in front of him did however seem like quite the little fire starter. At a good foot shorter than her, she was packing some dangerous heat.

During her rant he had taken out a quill and some parchment and started scribbling down what she was saying. "Mhmm, ashamed. Yes utterly. No need for any education to get this job. Okay, I am pretty sure I got that all down. Now if you could please explain the problem maybe we could help you, if its going to be all accusations, then we will have to ask you to leave." The last sentance was very professional as he looked the woman over. Why did she seem so familiar.

He crossed his arms as he picked up the coffee he had recently put down. Taking a sip he continued to listen to her, hoping to get some sort of resonable response out of her. In all honesty had he not been on duty right now, he probably would have just ignored her and walked out the door. All in all he was still thinking about it. That would surely shut her up, well at least for a few seconds.

[Jacob Corrion]

(Crashing only in passing because it's my board, I'd be here, and of course my favorite--because I can)

Eyes had lingered on the woman from inside offices and around the water cooler, all immediately becoming quite busy as the well known, or in most cases well reputed woman reached the front doors. It was clear quite simply by her walk she was hunting, and targets needed to be made scarce. With doors closing, quills scratching, and everyone sparing brady and a few 'going-out-the-back-door-for-patrol' trainees suddenly making the usually joking and actually slacking headquarters have an oddly Londonish appeal to it, the gates--er doors-- of Hell opened inward, an epithany of a Black Hole forming in it's wake.

As the woman tore across the foyer toward the corridor of offices, Corrion picked up on the rather sudden and abrupt drop in chatter and activity--which in an auror office meant either Department Inspection or major case walking through the door. And since he didn't hear yelling--wait...nevermind, there it was, but the last he expected. He'd served with Raynor for years, and while always a rokie in his eyes, she was good, good but firey, and always firm with her opinions until either you proved her logically wrong, or she won. That's the problem with Ravenclaws, they were generally right, now picture two of equal persitence argueing over the location of entry to a double homicide...

As the yelling continued, and with Corrion only catching snidgets of the diplomatic negotiations from up the hall, he couldn't stand the dark skies of the Station anymore. He above all others in the room knew the woman in question. He knew her, knew her temper, absolutely NOTHING about the ocnversation except to avoid direct involvement as directed by the governing protocol--his.

But no one ever said that direct involvement didn't involve a joking warning, and while he was certain Tamis Raynor would not come barging into his station like a Hungarian Horntail without proper cause, or seeing him first, he wanted the dark clouds lifted by at least a weak chuckle. Now. ""She knows all the tricks. all the traps, and all the anger management lectures--you're up a creek Brady and I'm not your paddle!" Corrion's voice echoed, most likely only vaguely being heard. These words were closely followed by a loud and audiable "SLAM" and the quiet clicking of a locked door...

[Tamis Raynor]

Why might she be so upset? That was a golden choice of words, so golden in fact that Tamis was not quite sure where to begin in return. That there was no auror presence where there was suppose to be? No, no, she could not use that one. It wasn't good enough. That a student had been abducted when the Ministry was suppose to be watching out for their safety? Yes, that was much better, but the problem with that line of attack was that it would be hinting that something had happened. After all the time spent to conceal that... it was not about to happen.

By the time she had managed to formulate a response, he was already on to something else. A quill and parchment, what did he need quill and parchm-- well, that was aggravating. The man had not given in like she had hoped, no shouting back or flustered expression; it was quite disappointing. If anything, he was treating this like any other filed complaint, Raynor could not help but give the man credit for being professional. But there was something about that arrogance she could not put her finger on.

It might have been easier to find another victim, but there were very few others to be had.

Nonetheless, she swelled like a blowfish. About a decade ago, she might have knocked the cup out of his hands, but Raynor had done a good deal of maturing over the years. The temper still needed work though, as was obvious. And he was a coffee drinker by the smell. Disgusting choice of beverage.

There was an intake of breath, time to change tactics. A smug smile claimed her lips, and she crossed her arms as well, a stance most students knew well.

"I just named the problem; the aurors. What is the nature of the complaint, you might ask?" She stated sweetly, and then in a suddenly drastically different tone, "There aren't any. You have all become a bunch of lazy desk jockeys hiding behind your paperwork," she stressed, glaring at those who had done just that. Amazingly, quills began scratching harder. "Here to protect Hogwarts, the paper says, but you can't protect if you are not there! "

She might have continued ranting, but a voice from down the corridor interrupted. Corrion, of course. That man was just lucky that he had not been the one she found, or they might have had to arrest her. At least he sounded partially on her side, or at least that was going to be how she decided to interpret it. It defiantly worked in her benefit. And, she knew where her relations with Corrion stood, this one... hmm... perhaps she had worked a case with him back in the day. It was possible.

And now, wait a minute... had that been Brady that had been shouted? Certainly not. The voice had been diluted after all.

[Devin Brady]

"You know Corrion, do you?" he said smiling, after listening to her rant he couldn't help, but smile. "I assure you madam, if you look around you will notice, it is very clear everyone here is hard at work. Now why you would assume they weren't is beyond me. Everytime I am here, I assure you I always see them working to their full potential."

He put down his coffee and looked her over once more, "Now I am sure there are aurors currently at Hogwarts," he said with the raise of his eyebrow.

He remembered when he had been asked to watch Hogwarts on shift, that he had been there, and he had been there the whole time. Of course he was not the typical auror, and he certaintly wasn't here all the time. Much of his time was spent at the London office. He looked around the room, there were a few slackers here. Maybe more than a few, maybe that was the exact reason they were here. And when he thought back, he couldn't remember seeing many others at the school.

"Please forgive me for asking, but how often do you find aurors on the groun-" he never finished the sentance because thats when it struck him. He finally knew who she was. "You!" he said as he looked at her incrediously. The woman and him sure had a past. She had plagued him for years at Hogwarts, especially his time as Head Boy, and then years later she reappeared as an auror. "Someone else take care of this, I am not working with this she-devil in the least."

The two had never gotten along, he couldn't think of a minute where the coexisted pleasantly. No she was always a little egotistical know-it-all, and he wanted nothing more than to prove her wrong. He was in detention day after day, where he had always been a trouble maker, but of the good sort. He turned away and began to head back to his desk.

[Tamis Raynor]

"More than you know," she replied, a touch more civil. The smile had been unexpected and, dare she say it, had thrown her considerably off balance. Contrary to common believe, woman did not become immune to a man's charm when she married, and that flustered her. His smile had plenty of it and was throwing her horribly off mark, she might have been more effected had she not harbored strong suspicions now about his identity.

But hard at work? Corrion had locked himself in his office and half of the scum currently in the office were only pretending to be doing something, she bet a whole galleon on that. She would bet six more that if she were to out into the back alleyway, she would find half a dozen more loitering behind the garbage cans. However, she kept this little theory to herself. Aurors, after all, did not have money to spare.

Then she jumped, yes jumped. Her original introductory comment had been spat back out her. An amusing look of contempt and ... could that be a touch of horror?... Had filled the man's face, his eyes flashing in recognition. Well, how about that, it was him after all imagine her luck -- She-devil!? Well, she'd heard worse.

"I see you remember me," she responded lightly, as if she was thoroughly surprised at the concept. After all, if she recalled, Devin Brady had landed her in as many detentions as she him. Okay, granted, most that had been his fault had occurred before his Headboyship, but that was his own downfall with getting himself a shiny badge.

"You can not--" She stopped in midsetence... she was talking to air. He had actually walked away from her. Never let it be said that Tamis Raynor so easily gave up a fight, even if it was the likes of Brady. The man always did have to prove that he was right, why would now be any different.

"I daresay, you are still holding a grudge after all these years?" She countered, blatantly ignoring the fact that he was trying to escape her. That was probably the wrong question to ask.

[Devin Brady]

"I daresay, you are still holding a grudge after all these years?" She countered, blatantly ignoring the fact that he was trying to escape her. That was probably the wrong question to ask.

His eyes flashed with anger as he turned to look at her. "I hold nothing, but you in the lowest contempt. Thats right the lowest, not highest. If you don't remember correctly, you were worse than the plague. Day after day, all you caused was trouble in my life. In fact you really are the only negative part I have ever found at Hogwarts, not even detention was as bad as you." He countinued storming off to his desk.

The pair had never gotten along, never, but he would not let her start trouble with him now. It had been too long, and he was too old for that now. "If you honestly expect me to even speak to you now, your mistaken. You barge in here, accusing us all of being fat and lazy, and I listen even try to get out a reason why. No, you instead start more trouble."

He looked her dead straight, his eyes were flaming with a mix of pride, anger, and fire deep inside him. "I can tell you for a fact, that I have been up to the school. Stationed there for a day, and not once did I leave the grounds. So don't come accusing me, when I have done nothing wrong. Fifteen years on this force, and you come attacking me as if I would just do your bidding. No I am not going to play your games." With that he sat down removed his breifcase from the desk and started on some paperwork.

[Tamis Raynor]

Yes, still holding a grudge. At the direct verbal battering, Raynor's lips thinned, though she made no actual attempt in favor of her younger self. In truth, there was no defense and she knew it. She had been a wild, arrogant, and rebellious young woman whom acted up because there was no one at "home" that would care. Brady had been one of the few that ever challenged her little Mafia, and had therefore suffered the brunt of any revenge attempt. None of that made what she did right, but she had not expected that pure flash of hatred.

It bruised her heart that she had left someone on the right side with such feelings of contempt; she regretted it, forgave him for it, but would not apologize. How would it help if he was still this adamant about it? But this was not a private war raging between two ancient enemies. This was about her school, and its precious treasures.

Starting more trouble? Yes, she was. Raynor wanted blood for what had happened right under her nose, and Shaw was currently unobtainable. Frustration, anger, and aggravation had slowly boiled beneath her skin, begging, pleading for a release. A release that was difficult to obtain with hundreds of beady little eyes watching you during the day, and then your Husband and child's askance ones at night. Aurors were used to it and had been the most savory option. But Corrion did know Tamis well enough to have gotten one point right; Raynor would not barge in without an actual reason.

But.. she had had quite enough. Her hand slapped down against the desk, rattling objects and probably knocking over an inkwell or two to boot.

"All right, Mr. Brady," she stated with cold professionalism, "you don't want any more games, then no more games. But for the record, while I'm glad to see your ego is still in prime condition, but I did not come here to personally terrorize you. I came here as a Deputy of a school full of adolescences, concerned about their safety and the liability of those who are suppose to be watching out for them."

Her nostrils had begun to flare and it took every conscious thought she could muster to contain her swelling anger. "You had a shift on grounds? So, Auror-of-fifteen-years, tell me, in all your wisdom, how a First Year students without any magical means managed to make her way down here, to this very town, and go back up to Hogwarts without meeting opposition?"

[Devin Brady]

He had already had enough of her accusations before she continued on, and he sure as hell had enough of her blaiming him. "See here, you can blame me all you want, but I am not there to enforce rules. We aren't your third party to handle the kids that get out of hand madam. We are there to protect them from harm coming to the school. And until I am informed of any harm coming onto the school, then you will not blame me for a job, your teachers and prefects should be handling. I am no longer Head Boy, Raynor, so do not treat me as such."

He waved his wand over the desk and with a few precise thought out words, the desk cleaned itself. "I do what I can to help your staff keep students in line. Just a short while ago, when I was on duty, I stopped a boy from sneaking off campus. Tried to use a secret passage of sorts. You know if I were you, I would look to fix that Ms. Deputy Headmistress, yes I know your job. Heard all about that line of work you have going for you. And I am suprised to say, after all the training you have gone through, you haven't figured a way to prevent students from getting off the school grounds."

Devin was mad, he was furious, but if anything he was filled with a fire that mad him want to throw something. Only she could make him this mad.

"You want to take out your anger on someone, take it out on Corrion, and as soon as I get an office, then you can attack me." He put on a snear of a smile, not nearly as charming as before, and twice as forced. "Because as long as I have no office, I am no higher up. And until I am a higher up, I refuse to answer your questioning. But if it does help, do know that I have worked my heart out up at that school. And not for you, but for the children that I am protecting there. So you want to complain, and cry, do it to the London Headquarters. I would rather go on trial for doing a bad job, then deal with you. At least there I can prove I put my heart into my job, and use my chance to help the children not hurt them."

He grabbed his briefcase off the floor and slid the paperwork he needed into his hand. From there he proceded to Corrions door and pounded on it. "Corrion I'm off to the London office, I do not come here to be attacked by normal citizens." With that he began towards the door. "And if there is a problem you want to talk to me about. Something worth my time, then say it now, because if I don't hear it before I walk out that door I am done."

[Jacob Corrion]

Even through closed doors and partially silenced walls he could hear the bickering. Something about a grudge, something about Merlin knew this and Merlin knew that, only Merlin truly did know when the storm would cease, and apparently it was no time soon. For mere moments after he'd replaced himself behind his desk to again sift through and dismiss Shaw sightings, there was a pound-pound-pounding at his door.

"Corrion I'm off to the London office, I do not come here to be attacked by normal citizens." A pause, Brady's footsteps receding...then stopping...and then his voice began again. "And if there is a problem you want to talk to me about. Something worth my time, then say it now, because if I don't hear it before I walk out that door I am done."

If the auror's words held any immediate effect, it was not shown by the door. The odd thing about it all was in the melee of words, banging, headaches and throbbing blood--though that last item was his alone--Raynor's voice had gone mysteriously silent. Most likely shocked at the auror's behavior--like he really needed another referral? Wait--Brady was leaving, so soon?! Oh no, no way was he losing the most experienced auror he'd seen, and had control over, from his Station in under six months. No. Way. Not at this crucial hour of poker where they held nothing more than a bunch of crap. He needed cards, and right now Brady was the closest thing to an Ace he held up his sleeve.

The door flung open from within, the bald auror standing there, eyes momentarily ablaze. Something to say? He only had two words to say, and they, were 'Robert Shaw'. "Should you return to London Mr. Brady, I'll be certain you'll do nothing more than a desk job, I need field aurors here, good ones, and you're one of a handful in the entire department I can actually say is a good one. Get up to the school and relieve that fool Stevens and his trainee, see if you can find that hitwizard Blake while you're at it."

A long pause ensued before the man's eyes turned toward the Deputy, speaking again Corrion believed highly he would regret his next words. "Perhaps, Tamis, your argument is best better taken up with me after all. I presume you did not come here to check up on former students, nor colleagues. If it involves the school, or these aurors, it should've come to me direct. You of all people know that." That didn't explain why he had slammed his door prior, but they all knew why he had cowered. Tamis Raynor plus warpath meant destruction in the wake.

[Tamis Raynor]

And that you see, this was the downfall to one Tamis Raynor's personality. There were not many bones in her body that belied relation to houses other than Ravenclaw, and this might be her only one, but when provoked she had a rash and thoughtless eclipse in thinking that was worthy of the most infamous Gryffindors. And she was plenty provoked. To assume, nay assume her, her!, of not taking care of her students, of doing everything in her power to protect them?

The fact that he had the audacity to proclaim that she did not in fact understand the boundaries of his profession and hers? If they were no different, Raynor would still be a Ministerial lap-dog instead of the brunt of Hogwart's Administration... Fiona had a good way of avoiding that part of the job. Angry did not cover how she felt, furious was closer... she was down right livid.

Oh, he was right, of course. Corrion had been whom she planned, in the long run, to talk to. But then the man had conveniently locked himself up in his office. She had been in a rage that simply needed an outlet, it had not mattered at the time who it was. Raynor would be the first to tell you she needed to work on her Temper, and always would. But he was wrong on one colossal point. The same point that until now, she had purposely been trying to withhold.

The mentioned chief and one of her former mentors bursting back out into the chaos registered faintly in her brain -- but not with any of the currently functioning parts. The world had tunneled around Brady, making him the focal point of the building tantrum. The hot air balloon that was on the verge of bursting.

"If there is a problem you want to talk to me about. Something worth my time, then say it now, because if I don't hear it before I walk out that door I am done."

When that balloon punctured, there was none of the expected shouting, or muttered curses, or even berating. In fact, she did not even raise her voice. If she had been thinking at all, one might have commended her for a well thought out retort.

"I know my job, Brady, and I know yours. The aurors are not babysitters, but they would obviously make poor ones. But I think a First Year getting abducted on your shift by Robert Shaw falls into this Office's jurisdiction. You tell me where I should complain, then."

And there you had it, the cat was officially out of the bag. As soon as she had said it, she realized the severity of it, and cursed her own stupidity. The bad thing about words... they were irretrievable. Forgettable with the right wand work, but that was a little impossible to go through with in an Auror HQ.

[Devin Brady]

His temper was flaring as he made his way towards the door was only piled up as Corrion interrupted his exit. The words rang dangerously in his ears, Should you return to London Mr. Brady, I'll be certain you'll do nothing more than a desk job, I need field aurors here, good ones, and you're one of a handful in the entire department I can actually say is a good one. Get up to the school and relieve that fool Stevens and his trainee, see if you can find that hitwizard Blake while you're at it.

"Corrion, don't make me laugh. We both know I am too great of an asset to stick on a desk, and that is not to sound cocky or egotistical, its a fact. You want me at the school, then thats where I will go. But I warn you, I get one bad remark from her, and I am gone. And we both know full an well, they won't think twice about leaving me at the London office. I am here by choice." His eyes flashed dangerously at Corrion as he threw his briefcase across the room, landing it back directly on the desk. Nothing spilled, nothing was moved out of place.

But that is when it hit him. He had began to storm to the school, knowing full well he would be the only one they really trusted up there, when the words reached his ears.

I know my job, Brady, and I know yours. The aurors are not babysitters, but they would obviously make poor ones.

That wasn't it though, the part that struck him wasn't the evil voice ringing in her ears. The words that struck him was her last two sentances. Clear and crisp, and amazingly calm...

But I think a First Year getting abducted on your shift by Robert Shaw falls into this Office's jurisdiction. You tell me where I should complain, then.

He looked back at her obvious pain in his eyes, there was no hiding the fact that he was hurt by that statement. He looked at Corrion, rushing out the door slamming it behind him. He now found himself head in his hands breathing heavily, trying hard to watch his emotions. He wasn't crying tears weren't swelling in his eyes. No he just couldn't control himself. He had made a mistake, he never made mistakes, he was one of the most reliable workers in the department, more than that in the Ministry. And his mistake wasn't miniscule, he had lost a girl, a little girl, a first year. She couldn't even protect herself. She didn't even know enough magic to free herself to run away.

He turned to the front of the building, he hadn't even managed to get as far as an arms length away. He had been pacing back and forth, back and forth, but now he glared at the wall, unable to think. Devin didn't think though, he bawled his hand in a fist and slammed it into the wall, letting out a whail at the top of his lungs, deep and painful as he did so. He pushed himself against the wall trying to clear his thoughts. It wasn't about making a mistake, it wasn't about the fact that he screwed up. Its what happened, who had gotten hurt. Who he had let get hurt. He looked up at the school, Stevens and the trainee could wait, he wasn't in the state to work yet.

[Jacob Corrion]

They both knew full well London would keep him if he so desired to leave, such was the circumstances ina time of war. A famine had been dealt upon the Ministry, a lack of qualified personell, experienced personell when thy were needed most, and of course the harder apparition to come by--an easy opponent. So Brady threatened to leave and Tamis continued to badger the man, which was most peculiar to him. However her badgering was ont what caught him off guard, no, it was what lay within that badgering that chilled him.

A second student kidnapped? Imposisble, no word had beenr ecieved, no communiques...nothing. how then could they protect, or act upon what didn't exist? "Tamis that's impossible, I've hear no word of such an event, not from public, nor undergorund sources. Are you telling me a second student has been kidnapped and is currently missing from your premesis?!" Corrion retorted, noting Brady's leaving with little ambiton to stop him. If t had happened again, then Corrion too would be broken, cracked. But, it had to have happened, Tamis knew her grounds. She would not have come down here griping like a Horntail without her probable cause.

"What proof do you have?"

[Tamis Raynor]

There was a rising nausea overwhelming her in the back of her throat. Those eyes that had looked back at her were so filled with torment that it forced her own to the ground. She winced as the door rebound from the wall and slammed into its frame. The sickening feeling intensified to an extent that it was a wonder that she had not gagged on it. Raynor was not the youth that had attended Hogwarts so many years ago, many different factors had changed that, but she had not helped him realize that at all today.

For the third time, Corrion's voice broke through the silence and she looked up at him. Disgust lingered in her own gaze, but it was for no one other than herself. A forced smile filled with irony crossed her lips as she looked up at the man. When she spoke, it was wearily, mentally exhausted.

"No, I'm saying a first year student went missing and came back with self-obtained injuries." She said, not really paying attention as her eyes glued themselves to the door. She huffed; whether it was a small sarcastic laugh or a cry in pain, one might never know. "I would have been surprised if you had found out, after everything I did to conceal the incident." She finally did glance up at him. Proof? It was laughable. "Proof fit for a Trial? No. Just letters between two correspondents. And we know how that will play over in a court, don't we?" She produced the abused pieces of parchment that she carried with her everywhere. They served as a reminder as well as a personal penance.

It was all very calmly delivered, even if she was anything but. Once a very emotional person, she had become extremely introverted concerning such things. Letting them out only served to hurt others... a lesson she learned a while ago.

Her eyes filtered back to that closed, wooden obstacle, and she found herself walking to wards it before her brain fully comprehended the motion, muttering a small, "Please excuse me" as she did so. A few more steps, a door closing behind her, a slight turn... and she arrived outside just in time for a stunning display of a fist arriving planting itself into a wall and an agonizing wail. She flinched again.

A student had been abducted, information she had not planned to even let the Ministry in on, and then had delivered with expert cruelty. And worse, to a man that she knew took his job seriously... whom always had, even as a Head Boy at school. It seemed that she was continuing to be a painful factor in his life. And she couldn't even really say it had been accidentally done. That temper had always been a problem.

"Are you done?" She asked him quietly, not sure if he noticed she was standing there. Then, she did a very peculiar thing; she tossed her wand at his feet. Reached into the confines of her robes, tossed it at him, and spread her arms, showing him that she was now completely unarmed.

"I would apologize, but I doubt you would believe me if I tried. Not that I can blame you." It was difficult, but she raised her gaze to look him directly in the face. "But something tells me we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. If there is anything you want to do, then do it now. Theres nothing to stop you."

The determined hardening of her eyes spoke the truth for her. She had told two aurors information that could bring about a lot of questions and she had hurt this man apparently more so than she could have ever fathomed. She wasn't sure what she was going to do about the former yet, but this was the only solution she could think of the latter. They would be seeing a lot of each other, and if there was any revenge he wanted to take, she rather him do it now. She believed she would deserve it and would be the last one to try and stop him.