"Hmm?" Damian never gave much thought to people disliking him. Jane was so well regarded amongst her peers; this was probably unusual for her. "Broadly speaking; unspeakables are practically anathema to aurors. They view mysteries as problems to be solved. By design, we are on the fringes of the rigid structure they operate within. It must chafe to know that our leash runs much longer than theirs." He pondered aloud after he hopped to his feet and began slowly pacing in front of the bench.
Every time he reached the end of the bench, he would sharply turn on his heels, his every gesture animated as he spoke. "But to single you out personally? You do find yourself near the center of most of the major happenings around the Ministry." Damian had stopped pacing at this point, standing before Jane, and leaning slightly towards the witch. "Cui bono ? Who benefits? Certainly not you. You've been attacked, cursed, lost coworkers, lost months, if not years, of work. You give so much of yourself to the Ministry of Magic, and what have you gotten in return? Respect from the higher ups? Maybe a few extra galleons in your bank account for your sacrifices?" He scoffed, while his normally cool and calm demeanor was slowly melting in the summer sun. His protective side was starting to show, tougher than the cobblestones beneath his feet.
"Ronan is a great auror, but he's not a great judge of character. He can be an invaluable ally if we find a problem to point him at." Ronan and Damian tended to bicker whenever they were in the same room together, but they got results.
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