Damian had been enjoying the brief exchange with Conley, and being called "Monsieur" brought back pleasant memories of France when he went by another name, but someone had to interrupt. Who was this talking to him like he was some school kid? His department head? Dang.
Being hired in the wake of the war, and the untimely demise of his predecessor, the upstart did not have absolute trust in the ministries higher ups. Where was Airey when Goldwasser dragged the doctor of the death chamber to his doom?
Swallowing the witty retort he had for his boss, Damian limped forward, trying his best to get around without his cane today. After rolling up his sleeves, the unspeakable drew his wand with a flourish. There was no denying that he was a showman at heart. Even when he was alone, he was playing to a crowd. "Even a likeness of that monster won't be able to deal with the humiliation, the indignity, of being laughed at by the people who were supposed to fear him."
In his minds eye, he wasn't seeing Gellert Grindelwald, Damian saw Grindey the clown. And with that thought, and a word, he slung his spell forward. "Ridikkulus!"
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