It was all right with Grayson that Mycroft hated Death Eaters - they hated him too. Honestly, Grayson thought it was a bit ridiculous to put yourself out there as obviously as these Aurors did with their faces exposed and their identities ripe for the plucking. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes behind the mask and actually let out a snorting laugh. Did that 'put down your wand immediately' speech ever work? He was going to assume no.
He didn't waste any time, spinning about to face the Auror and shouting an alternation of diffindo and crucitatus curses. The more blood-spray the better, as far as Grayson was concerned. Grayson licked his lips, quite eager to prove to Mycroft that being bound by law did not in fact mean a thing as far as he was concerned.
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