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Her fingers closed around the envelope without so much as a blink or even flinch, but rather with the kind of quiet finality that suggested something heavier than paper had just changed hands. Still standing, she took her time tucking the letter into the inner pocket of her robes with a precision that mirrored the man’s crease-folding from earlier. A symmetry to the ritual, so to speak, that could be cute to some people―none of which were currently in this office.
At the mention of the MLES case, she offer a single, sharp, satisfied nod. Knockturn Alley. Illegal duelling. Petty and public, but there’d be teeth in it if you knew where to look. And she always did. But when he brought up the Auror file, her chin tilted by a fraction—not a challenge, but a conscious adjustment nonetheless. She couldn't say she was terribly surprised, she knew how these things worked and just were the gatekeepers were posted. Carter being possessive of a manslaughter case that stank of political fallout was par for the course.
"Aurairs," she said at last, the word light on her tongue but far from sounding soft. A slow breath eased from her nose as she adjusted her robes and fought to restrain certain instincts from activating. It was curious, however, to consider that the Head Auror outranked the Department Head. That or he simply did not want to be bothered with the paperwork. "Good to know where the lines are. So I know exactly where to step," she replied at last, jaw unsetting while her eyes flicked back to him with the faintest edge of something—cool amusement, maybe, or some quiet internal vow. "I weehl spéak wiv 'im."
She didn’t mean tomorrow. She meant now.
Seeing as they were finished here, Gabrielle offered one more polite nod before she turned on her heel and began to leave the office. Not hurried. Not smug. Just certain.
Let the Aurors play gatekeeper. She’d knock. Or break the door.
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