The notion that she must sit across from this VILE MURDERER and speak calmly wasn’t one that she particularly welcomed. It was a widespread stereotype that Gryffindors had issues with their tempers, and unfortunately, it was TRUE in most cases — including her. There was a reason why they were mostly sent out to the field while interrogations were left to WISER and SUBTLER witches and wizards. What was Shacklebolt thinking, sending her in here, she would dearly love to know. Maybe it was because of the SHORTAGE of members they have suffered in the Resistance lately, or perhaps he just liked to make her uncomfortable. Right now, it felt like the latter.
Despite her discomfort and the STRONG desire to send an Unforgivable to the man before her, Alys managed to remain calm as she sat down with precise movements, her fists just a smidge too tight on the file she was gripping. “Mr. Lightwood,” Being forced to address him in a POLITE manner alone was enough to give her nausea, “We both know why you are here. I have been sent to ask you a few questions — and to remind you that you’re now a prisoner of the ORDER, not the Ministry.” Alys hoped that the seemingly HARMLESS words conveyed her message clearly. ‘Don’t expect us to behave nicely and lawfully.’
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Getting CAUGHT had never been a part of the plan but, after spending years in Azkaban, he should consider anything after that a luxury if not pleasure. Still, he couldn’t help the way his hands firmly gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles turned white and jaw clenched so tight he was surprised he hadn’t given himself a headache yet. He was a good reader however, and the fact that she was uncomfortable aided him in his own COMFORT. Gaze dropped to the mark on his arm, a REMINDER of what was at stake and what he would gain in return if he opened his mouth.
A DRY LAUGH escaped his lips as she addressed him and Alec lifted his chin subtly, blue eyes meeting hers as his features contorted into a scowl. He half expected them to send a member of his family to interrogate him, but the other half, growing up in the Order, knew they were SMARTER than that. A softness of the heart could lead his family to set him free. “ My family didn’t feel like saying hello? “ He mocked, the left corner of his mouth lazily tugging into a half smirk before he sighed and leaned back against the chair, one hand releasing its grip from the arm so he could wave her off. “ We both know how this will go. You’ll ask questions I can’t and WON’T answer, you’ll get impatient, I’ll get angry. So why don’t we just get this over with? “
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