With a dark wizard's rise to power, the International Confederation has assigned two aurors from the British Ministry to apprehend Gellert Grindelwald. The responsibility to protect the wizarding world and to stop an outbreak of war lay on their sho...
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Standing in Theseus' office, Ariadne could feel the anguish radiating from the man. His hair was tousled, disarranged from running his fingers through his roots. Ariadne was sure she looked like a mess too. Eyes red from her own tears, ash covering her face with the smell of smoke lingering in her clothes and hair. Bailey laid numbly in a hospital bed, Melinda by his side. His wounds were healed though his condition was unknown, traces of dark magic still remained in his body. The aftermath of the battle stung more in the silence of Theseus' office. She needed comfort, and she could tell he needed it too. However as she stepped closer to him, his eyes shot her a cold glare.
"You disobeyed my order," he chastised, his voice filled with exasperation, "I told you to stay and yet you went after him."
"Bailey was being dragged away," she said slowly, not knowing why she needed to defend her actions. Narrowing her eyes, she kept her hands linked behind her back. She had not expected such animosity when he called her into his office. Out of everyone here, he was the one who should have understood.
"There were countless aurors you were protecting. They needed your shield."
"What were you going to do? Leave him to die? He's your friend," she countered, stepping closer to him. The unspoken implication of confusion didn't reach Theseus. Her words sounded more like accusations towards his commands. Why didn't he try harder?
"Unlike you, so are the rest of the aurors." His voice was sharp, defending himself from her words. Ariadne flinched at the tone of his voice, her head moving further away. "I was deciding between one man or a dozen."
"A stun will do nothing," she refuted, matching his tone. "Bailey was bleeding. His whole chest was an open wound. I defended him."
His words were swiftly aimed, like an arrow to bullseye. There was no unease in his voice. He meant to strike with full force, to make her tumble under the weight of a manipulated reality, one fuelled by fury and distress. "What if you made it worse?"
Ariadne swallowed, all the strength in her tone prior dispersed as she took a step back. "You don't believe that."
He ran his hand up his face, sighing as his shoulders rose and fell. "You're on paperwork duty." His voice was so cold. "And due to your actions, it's decided that you're no longer fit for the responsibility of Murphy."
"That's not fair."
Her interruption was ignored as Theseus continued, "You will no longer be in charge of his training and he is to be reassigned to another auror."
"You can't do that," she wildly reasoned. Blaming her for Bailey's injuries was one thing, revoking her right to mentor Reuben sent Ariadne off the edge. She had been wallowing around in her own guilt. The one person who was meant to lead her to relief refused to even acknowledge it. This wasn't supposed to happen.
