okay but Percival Graves is the magical version of Gordon Ramsay, yes? where he yells and curses at his Senior Aurors but talks quietly to the Junior Aurors and reassuring them that they got this, that they can cast this spell and they still have time
I’M FUCKING CRYING. OH MY GOD.
Like, can we just appreciate…
The idea of PERCIVAL MOTHERFUCKING GRAVES
SAYING THIS SHIT
BUT THEN ALSO BEING LIKE TO HIS BABY AURORS
I love this. I love this. Because I can SEE IT. He’s downright motherfucking COLD in his rage to his senior aurors, because those men and women have KIDS. They can hate him all they like, but he’s going to fucking make sure they’ve got balls big enough and smarts quick enough to get their asses home at the end of the day - if that means they fucking hate him, so be it. Plus, they should fucking know better, merlin’s balls.
But his baby Aurors.
They’re babies. They’re new, young, baby-faced children that decided they wanted to use their gifts to shine a light in the darkness - knowing they could die, knowing it’d be worth it to protect their society. He guides them calmly, because they don’t know better yet. He pulls them back when they’re teetering on the edge. He doesn’t shame them if they quit. He doesn’t warn them if they stay. They knew what they signed up for.
He just prepares them as best they can and when they’re old enough, he fucking LAYS INTO THEM BECAUSE Jesus Christ, Abernathy, do you want a second hole next to your anus? Stay belly down on the ground long enough and one of Grindelwald’s flunkies will be more than happy to send an Avada Kedavra right up your asshole - see if it was worth “resting for a second” then!