I can't remember, I don't understand
Is it malice that makes you this way?
Carry it with you, till someone forgives you
I laugh cause there's nothing to say

Slipknot (Slipknot 1998), No Life

This is the longest piece of work I wrote by now. Anyway, tonight's Halloween, and despite that I'm fifteen, I'm going to go Trick or Treating. That would be second time in my life that I'm doing it.

Admires you: Ætheral Blood


Disclaimah:
-Slipknot belong to themselves, and a pirated version of their album "Slipknot" belongs to me;
-Halloween belongs to no one, it's a national holiday;
-words of ancient magik Dumbledore uses to put the protection on Lily and James, belong to Lesiem's song 'Navigator';
-Lucius Malfoy is property of moi, of course you know that already;
-every character I abused in my story that can be found in any of the Harry Potter books belongs to J. K. Rowling (God bless her);
-every character I abused in my story that can not be found in any of the Harry Potter books belong to moi (or who ever I stole, oops borrowed them from);
-I belong to myself;
-all the fun of reading the story and seeing what shall happen next belongs to you!

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Something hazy. She guessed where she was. Even though it was barely possible. Better to succumb yourself to the opiates (she couldn't even guess what was she on) than to think where was she.
Her delirium lasted about an hour, but to her it seemed around few ecstatic minutes. Finally, it was over. She opened her eyes, and the doctor said:
-"You're conscious at last, Ancilla."
-"Where am I?" - she asked, looking dully around. Her doctor stood over her checking the pulse. She was still too deliric to comprehend what was happening. Everything just moved around, and than she realised that her husband was sitting beside her. That was half and hour after the doctor was gone.
-"What happened Ancilla?" - he asked. His gaunt face radiated some never seen before energy. It's like his aura lightened and become warm green, instead of regular sea grey.
-"I don't know" - she said emotionlessly.
She knew exactly what happened. After Lily pushed her down, she went home. When she was climbing up the stairs, she felt the sharp pain in her head, and lost consciousness. It was because when she was pushed, by Lily, on the floor, she hit her head.
The stairs, right after you enter the house, were devil's work. Number of stairs counted over two hundred; yes, their house's first level was high indeed.
-"Don't you remember you fell down the stairs" - he asked coldly.
-"I guess so" - she reached her hand over the bed towards him, laying it down, gently. He grasped what she wanted. Next moment, he was holding her hand, his thumb tenderly stroking it.
-"No wonder. The doctor shoved so much sedatives into you" - he was looking at her, gravely.
He didn't bother to ask her how that happened because he though it was just an accident.
He had something to tell her.
-"There is something I must tell you. You were pregnant."
-"What?" - Ancilla asked, plainly. That medication really worked onto her. She took it too calmly.
-"When you fell down the stairs you lost our child you were carrying" - he said, squeezing her hand.
She was pregnant? The child she never wanted because it would be Calvin's is dead now. She looked at him, pulling him closer to her. When he was close to her, she hugged him.
Calvin was manifestly overwhelmed. Ancilla, the cold demoiselle he knew his whole life, was never so sympathetic with him. It was both narcotics and the fact that she just lost her baby, that made her so loving. She thought it's Lily's fault for everything. If she never pushed her down on the floor because of the jealousy, she would never faint on the stairs, and her (and Calvin's) baby would still be alive.
-"I never told you this, but I don't hate you as much as I though I do" - she said. That was something.
-"I don't hate you at all, Ancilla" - he sat on the bed beside her, holding her both hands. -"I always respected you much."
-"Calvin, how come you're not so arrogant now?" - she asked.
-"Because you're the one who's not" - he said. She never believed he can be so sincere and so clement.
-"There is something I must tell you" - she sighed deeply.
-"You can tell me anything" - he said.
-"I am a Death Eater" - she said simply. No hesitation, nothing.
-"I'm not surprised. Crouch keeps trying to make me confess that you are a Death Eater" - Calvin said, calmly.
-"I always thought that you will join Lord Voldemort" - she said.
-"You thought wrong" - he said. There was simple, lucid moment when both of them craved to be close to each other. Ancilla couldn't bear kissing him. Not after what happened by Lucius' fault. But you can forget on Lucius, sometimes.
-"What are you thinking?" - he asked, curiously.
-"I could've been happy with you (if there wasn't Lucius - she left that part remain unspoken)" - she said, pulling his blanched hands, and putting them on her chest. He looked at her red eyes when she kissed his hands. She kept them to her mouth, not letting them descend down on her body.
-"So?" - he asked.
-"So what?" - she asked, leaning her head back on the pillow, pulling him closed to her. -"It is true that WE didn't do this a lot of times, but why not?"
She got what she wanted. She wanted him. And Calvin wanted Ancilla. He liked her gentle side.
It was never like this: he kissed her neck and her chest, enjoying her hands messing his hair, and taking his clothes off him.

Immediately, after Ancilla was gone with her bad news, Lily and James tried to contact Sirius. Bad luck, he was on the trip to Paraguay. Two days later, when he came back home, he instantly came over to see what James and Lily want from him.
In the meantime, Ancilla let James be absent from the work. Not that he didn't want to go to work, but Lily forbid him. Primarily, because she didn't want him being close to Ancilla, and secondly, she was scared to let him go (aka, she was scared to stay alone at home but afraid of going to work). James was told only the second reason.
-"Sirius, what to do?" - Lily asked.
-"There is one and only solution" - he severely shot a look from James to Lily. -"Dumbledore."
-"But why would he help US?" - Lily asked.
-"He would help everyone."

Ancilla told Lucius she lost her baby. He had no time to react, because it was a bad time for something like that. Both of them had work to do elsewhere.
Lucius couldn't bear not going over Severus to tell him everything.
-"Bad luck" - Severus said gravely. -"I can only guess how she feels now."
They lead a conversation inside Severus' office. None of them noticed that the door were ajar. No one ever passed the dungeon hallways?
-"And you want to know how she lost her baby. She fell down the stairs. But, previously no one else than Lily Potter pushed her on the flood because she found out a thing about her and James. Jealousy is so stupid" - Lucius said, cynically accenting about Ancilla and James.
-"Fair Lily, glorified Lily. I swore, if she can't be mine, she will be dead" - Severus said. He found it pointless reproaching Lucius about the jealousy.
-"So nice of you to wish her. You know, I never knew that you will change so much after you enter the Dark Service" - Lucius said, leniently.
-"In which way?"
-"You became much more self-sophisticated. Your ego means something to you." - said he.
-"Really? And you stayed all the same: Muggle-loathing bastard, enjoying in sadism. You look so satisfied, killing those unruly Muggles and Mudbloods. And they do deserve it." - Snape leaned in his chair, folding his arms.
-"You're flattering me, Severus" - Lucius waved his hand neurasthenically.
-"Am I?" - Snape said, naturally. Than he went pale. Lucius turned around to see why, when there was Professor Dumbledore.
-"I won't pretend I didn't hear you speaking, Severus, Lucius" - he said, icy. His watery blue eyes were so cold that they looked grey.
-"You heard everything" - Snape's voice trembled. He was so white that he was the undead.
Lucius remained silent.
-"Everything that is cardinal enough to accuse you for being involved with Lord Voldemort" - Dumbledore hissed.
Now, neither Lucius nor Severus spoke. They glanced at each other. The common feeling when you do something bad at Lord Voldemort's; when your heart beat shakes your whole body, when your brain seems made out of sponge, and when that acid desensitises you throat, that feeling was overwhelming both of them.
-"I trusted you, Severus" - said Dumbledore, going around Lucius, talking in disappointed voice.
Snape descended his stare to the floor.
-"Be ashamed of your self, Severus" - Dumbledore said, strictly. -"And you Lucius, don't you dare show in front of my eyes, ever again."
Air was heavy, and Lucius left. Dumbledore waited calmly until the steps of Lucius died out. He turned to Severus.
-"I never believed that would do something like this, Severus. You really disappointed me" - Dumbledore was in such an iconoclastic mood.
-"I'm sorry" - Severus said, nearly audibly.
-"You should be. You think you're worthless like that Malfoy scum to join Lord Voldemort" - Dumbledore said in vicious voice.
-"I guess that some things are unimaginable until they happen."
Snape said nothing. He had no defence for himself, no advocacy to prove him not guilty or to justify in front of Dumbledore what he had done. Lucius and Ancilla made me was everything. Nevertheless, never in his life he felt so low. Like he killed someone who was trying to save his life.
-"You are not like Lucius, Severus. You're different. Whatsoever, there is a way you can redeem my trust" - said Dumbledore, severely.
-"How?" - Snape asked.
-"Become a double agent" - Dumbledore said, swirling robes followed him. Gloomily he went towards the door to exit.
-"Sir, I accept to become a double agent." - Snape said. It was a fast decision, but an ethical one. Dumbledore stopped, not turning around to face Severus.
He nodded his head, showing that he comprehended what he just heard. Another thing he said was: -"This what happened today was no supposed to happen, I wasn't supposed to know about Lucius being what ever he is, so expect my mouth to be sealed. Tell Lucius that I won't tell no one about him."
That's the exact thing Severus just wanted to ask. Dumbledore had that whimsical power of reading minds.

-"Behold, Ye magical creatures!" - the Dark Lord raised his both skeletal arms, standing on the exalted grounds comparing to who he was shouting to. From there, he looked at the horde of big, dumb, and blood-thirsty giants.
Giants were used to being called by all the insulting names from everyone. 'Magic creatures' sounded so courteous to them. They listened, dully.
-"You are being mistreated by the Ministry of Magic jerks, aren't you?" - Voldemort yelled, keeping his arms up, still. His position was god-like. Pretending he was the divine.
Innumerable inhuman tones filled the humid air. Those were the agreeing screams and roars.
-"You're being mistreated by the Ministry" - Voldemort yelled.
People who know who Hitler is, and about how he was able to fire up a crowd of people, would certainly link the mob of giants to people who listened to Hitler while he was having some of his speeches. Giants were mesmerised by the fact that the man in front of them know exactly what they wants, want to give that to them, and want to make them happy.
-"Whaaaaa!" - was heard everywhere.
-"Than come over to my side, people!" - Voldemort yelled.
-"Whaaaaa!" - filled everyone's ears once again.
Giants were persuaded over to Lord Voldemort's side, that was plain obvious.

Dim was the office, illuminated by a feeble light of a single candle. Dumbledore was thinking. This was one of the rare moments of his life when he was felt hoodwinked; which he plainly was. And he forgave Severus. And Lucius? Well, Lucius was too low, he though, to give any though to.
Knocking sound came to his ears.
-"Come in" - Dumbledore's smooth voice spoke.
-"Professor, sorry for interruption, but we would like to speak to you" - James Potter peeked his hear though the ajar door.
-"Come in. How nice to see you, James, Lily, Sirius. What brings you here?" - Dumbledore asked. They were seated already. The senile man sensed he shan't be too cheerful with his guests.
-"We came here for your protection. The Dark Lord wants James to join his clique" - Lily spoke first.
-"We got that information from someone" - James said, reservedly. With corner of her verdant eyes, Lily censured him.
-"How can you know for sure?" - Dumbledore was expressed slight scepticism. But James passed him a sheet of parchment.
Dumbledore fixed his spectacles. He read:

'I summon all the sane judgement in my brain to make this decision;
I let no one indoctrinate me without my will accept the Ruler of the Darkness, the appointed one;
I never speak ill of my Master, or the decision I made;
My corpus is not sold, but it's controlled by prosperity of my Master;
He is strict, brutal, and ferocious, but righteous;
He never forgets: always gets his revenge and always awards the ones that are worth it;
You fight against all the heresy: Mudbloods, Muggles, and the followers of the blameless;
They can't provide you the enlightening the Dark Side can.

It's one, it's unique, and if you don't think it's worth you, you're not worth it.

Sign here: _____________________'

Dumbledore, after he read the text, surveyed the three curious faces.
-"I got this, too" - Dumbledore frowned.
-"Would you help them?" - Sirius asked, politely.
-"Certainly" - Dumbledore sinisterly said. -"I know what can help you. It's a charm. Of course, powerful sortilege, not to performed by just anyone.
"Charm is called the Protégetarius Hex. It works simple; if you don't want everyone to know where you are in exile, you pick someone to be your Secret Keeper, and he or she is the only person who really knows where you are. Only people who can see you are the people you want to see you.
"Spell can be broken only if the Secret Keeper decides to say out loud everything he has in concealment."
It happened to be a exquisite idea. Dumbledore read their face expressions about the idea, and said: -"I'll go, and get the book, so we can perform it. Sirius, you will be the Secret Keeper?"
Sirius glanced at James who conceded it and said: -"Yes."
Five minutes later, Dumbledore came back to them, carrying a heavy book, with some obscure runes carved onto the cover.
-"This is original Persian Magik. We don't deal a lot with it, mostly with Roman and old mediaeval middle-Europe wizardry is what they practise in the entire wizarding world." - Dumbledore muttered, turning the pages in the book.
-"There it is. James, Lily, stand on my left side; Sirius, stand on my right side.
"Shak abdul
Kabbdulah
Pikup phaph
Kat chamma
Suj abb kabbdul
Confsusne"
Dumbledore has be pronouncing those archaic words, while particles of mind floated from James and Lily to Sirius and back.
-"It's done" - abruptly, Dumbledore closed the book.
-"Wow!" - James exclaimed, like he was a five years boy.

Lucius apparated over to Ancilla, as soon as possible. She was at home, practically doing nothing. Lucius practically woke her up from her mid-day nap. She had a hard day, with work finishing early.
-"What are you doing here?" - she yelled as soon she realised what is happening.
-"I'm trying to wake you up" - he snapped.
-"Well, you woke me up, okay?" - she whined, rubbing her sulky eyes. She circumspected around herself. Her business clothes were itching. She was fully dressed, laying on the bed.
You know that feeling when you just wake up, wearing your day clothes. This doesn't apply to you, of course, if you sleep and live wearing the same garments.
-"Dumbledore found out about Snape and I being the Death Eaters" - Lucius paced around the room, in front of the elaborated fireplace, highly neurasthenic.
-"What?" - she shrieked weakly, still somnolent.
-"What what? What you heard what" - Lucius snapped at her, neurotically crashing his hands.
-"How did that happened?" - she asked. Lucius neurotically opened his mouth to speak, but she snarled at him.
-"Calm down! Come, sit here" - she showed a place for him, on the bed, abreast of her.
Lucius gritted his teeth, saying nothing, until he was sitting beside Ancilla.
-"Now tell me" - she asked, speechlessly threatening that she will nox him if he shows any more signs of the manic neurasthenia.
-"I was over at Snape, having a conversation with him. We mentioned all the things that weren't wise to be said aloud. Unfortunately, someone left the door ajar. Dumbledore appeared than, telling him he overheard everything" - Lucius said. His anxiety was palpable.
-"What exactly did he hear?" - she asked, getting her corset loosened. Of course, to do that, she had to take upper part of her robes off (with which Lucius highly agreed). Corset? and she slept with it.
Lucius was thoroughly late with his answer for a few seconds, because he consequential took interest in looking at her body.
-"What I told you; he knows that Severus and I are the Death Eater. Let me undo that for you, mon cher." - Suddenly, fact that he may be in life-threatening danger were succumbed by the fact of his loved Ancilla.
-"So he doesn't know about me?" - Ancilla asked.
-"No" - Lucius answered. His warm arms wrapped Ancilla's body, under her robes, to undo the corset from the front side.
-"So what should we do now?" - she asked peacefully enjoying in Lucius touching her.
-"You should go over to Snape and see what have happened . What will Dumbledore do about us? I would, but I can't. Dumbledore informed me that it wouldn't be prudent at all if I showed in front of his face ever again" - Lucius tightened his grip around her waits, kissing her long neck.
-"I will, as soon as you let me go."

Snape opened the door of his office for Ancilla. When she came in, she safely locked the door behind her. Better safe than sorry this time, Snape thought.
-"Lucius sent you, didn't he?" - he asked, quietly. She nodded her head.
-"What was Dumbledore's reaction?" - she inquired.
-"Disappointed." - Snape eyed her sombrely.
-"What is he going to do about Lucius and you? Will he go and tell someone?" - Ancilla snatched his collar, inquisitively.
-"Nothing" - Snape answered, tranquilly.
-"He won't tell anyone, won't her?" - Ancilla asked in disbelief.
Snape nodded his head.

Lucius Malfoy got really horny of Ancilla. When he went back home, he expressed quite lustful reaction to his wife, Narcissa. Narcissa was excited that Lucius was so spontaneous.
And while he was processing his wife, in his study, Ancilla walked in. The servants told her where Lucius was.
Stomping of her high heels violently stopped when her brain summoned all the provided data: Lucius greeted her by having a lot of amusement with his wife. Wife he was eventually supposed not to love at all. But by the way he was handling her, it appeared like he was extremely fond of her.
Ancilla cleared her throat, loudly. Lucius was snapped out of what ever he was in, and looked over to Ancilla vengeancefull stare. Narcissa looked too, in her case pretty annoyed, though. Annually, Lucius would remember to show some romance in their marriage, separate from the plain sex they had (she could not complain because it was damn good sex), and it was dead clear now that Ancilla's arrival ended it.
Lucius politely asked Narcissa to leave his "acquittant", Ancilla and him alone. Irate Ancilla spoke nothing until Narcissa was out. There were so many names she wanted to call her before she exited the room, like slut, bitch, whore etc., but she held her mouth shut. Somewhat, she was a special female, because there is a cardinal thing that makes females unable in being a good dominator. That's the fact that they just can't shut their mouth sometimes. Ancilla, in most of the times, went under that category of typical women, but she could sense when the silence is quite enough.
-"Don't you ever again dare to show any jealousy, you chauvinistic bastard" - she snapped at him, leaning over him, her hands securely positioned on his table, at which he was sitting.
-"For what did you call me chauvinistic bastard?" - he asked, looking scanningly at her lean body. Her unbuttoned few more buttons on his black shirt, taking his cravat totally off.
-"Don't you question my judge of character" - she snapped, not noticing how her hair is falling downwards, as she inclined more and more over Lucius.
-"You know, you don't have to be jealous, you can overtake Narcissa's spot" - Lucius allured her, libidinously.
-"Lucius, you're being so immature. Don't you even care what Snape said? It is your life, you know" - she said, letting Lucius' nosy hands snatch her, and wander, after they pulled her close to him.
-"Okay, lets hear what Saint Severus said" - Lucius forced tonation like he is damn interested in what she has to say. And he was.
-"Snape claims that both of you are safe; Dumbledore is supposed to rattle nothing" - Ancilla said sweetly because of that angel-seductive face of Lucius.
-"Splendid. Did he order you that you're supposed to be my slave now?" - Lucius asked in the intermezzo of their staccato kisses.
-"Yes" - Ancilla whined.
-"That's what exactly your name means, mon cher, slave girl" - Lucius said, patting her cheek.
-"Consider me your devoted slave, my omnipotent love is for you reserved, only, darling" - she cried.
-"So affectionate and so righteous of you, mon cher" - Lucius said, screwing his face in fake pathetic gaze. The more pathetic is cheaper, it works better.

James couldn't work anymore. He wanted to, though. Lily and her caprices were number one reason, and second, he couldn't because of his personal safety. He wanted to, though. He acknowledged Ancilla as an extremely comfortable company at the bureau.
And he didn't need money, he had enough of it.
One day, he went over to Azkeban to see how Ancilla's doing.
-"So whose your new Assistant, Governor Ancilla Deitrich-Scorge?" - he asked, teasingly sitting down in his ex-usual seat, which was opposite of hers. He spent long hours in that chair, teasing and from time to time annoying her (aka all the time). When he wasn't doing something productive (which was far too often), he would be talking to her about stuff, he would go over to her.
-"No one that you know" - she shoved the words carelessly to him, continuing to look over the papers tidally laid over her desk.
-"Ignorant girl; you are still neglecting me" - he said, moving his eyes over her, devilishly.
Ancilla rolled her eyes, continuously swinging her leg that she had crossed.
-"So, is your wife happy she killed my unborn child?" - Ancilla raised her tone, piercingly, leaving all the papers untouched on the desk, drawing her attention to James.
-"Pardon me?" - James said confusingly. He primarily didn't get what she was talking about. But the problem in those situations is that you start getting all those stuff just after you expressed your confusion.
-"Remember when she pushed me down?" - she waited for James to nod his head, than she continued -"I hit my had, and severe pain caused me to faint as I was climbing up the stairs at my house."
James was over her house couple of times and he knew what stairs she was talking about.
-"Pretty wicked the stairs are. You must feel awful?" - He asked, piously.
-"You have no idea. It would be my new-born."
-"I have heard that you lost it, you know gossip channels have bizarre routes. But I will never believe it's Lily's fault" - James concluded.
-"Think whatever you want. Lets not talk about this."
-"Yeah, I come here to see you. James got up, sitting on the table beside her" - he said, smoothly.
-"How come? when I mean you nothing?" - Ancilla raised her eyebrows, reflecting jeering.
-"Precious, you know I love Lily, and how jealous she is. I don't want to have any problems with her" - he said, puppy-faced, taking her hands.
-"Still, you made me feel worthless" - now she took her whinny facade.
-"If you were worthless, you wouldn't have all the man wanting you" - he teased.
-"Enough about that, too. I wanna know what have you done about getting protected by the Lord Voldemort?" - she asked, inquisitively.
-"I shan't tell, but I will. But! you must promise me you won't rattle it out to no one, even your dear Lucius. That would put such an immoral stigma on your honour; it would be so bad for you with you high etiquette and respect to Muggles..." - James started mocking her, but she reproached him with her piercing stare.
-"You want to die?"
-"Promise me, Ancilla Deitrich-Scorge" - he said doing something quite unexpected -- sitting in her lap. She said nothing about that. James wasn't fat.
-"I promise" - she said.
-"Dumbledore put Protégetarius Hex on us" - James said.
-"Persian magik, eh?" - she was unsure what it was. James nodded his head, pretending that aimiable puppy face.

Ancilla's life had it's degrading moments of torture. The torture was Crouch. He was doing everything possible to put her down. She went on more physical side when it came to beating him up. She would 'accidentally' stomp him. It was easy. He wore high heels that were invisible under the ground long robes. He was extremely short, even though his 167cm was gigantic comparing to Petigrew's 159cm. Ancilla enjoyed being taller (and within much superior) with her 174cm, which perfectly matched with Lucius' 192cm (or James 194cm).
But he finally got his chance to tell her off.
Another Ministry meeting started with the Minister threatening them if any of them interrupts with what he's gonna say, he'll bury them alive.
Only what he had to say were few things, than he left Crouch to lead the rest of the meeting, where they'll be discussing (aka fighting over) various topics. He was rather going to sit in his office, doing nothing, than listen to the immature fights.
-"So Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be openly discussing who do we think is involved into the Dark Arts" - he said stiffly, but ridiculing smile baring his teeth.
-"I know" - Arthur Weasley said, raising his hand.
-"Yes Arthur?"
-"It's Lucius Malfoy."
-"I quite agree with you, Weasley" - Crouch maliciously gasped at Lucius waiting for his reaction. Lucius didn't feel like that at all. He had a lot of shit to get off his dick, so only mechanistic reaction he can respond to Crouch was killing him.
-"What about you Deitrich, I'm surprised you are not defending Lucius; you're not as emotional to him as much as you are when you two are alone?" - He sneered, tauntingly at her. She had too much shit on her plan, too. Second day of her period, a lot of work to be done, Dark Lord torturing everyone, plus Crouch.
She sighed deeply, controlling herself. Lucius didn't dare to glance at her.
-"What is it Deitrich, too ashamed to tell everyone about the two of you?" - he stood up, eyeing everyone in ecstasy. Macnair, who was the only person who knew about them smirked enigmatically at Lucius. Everyone else were whispering to each other something.
Ancilla got up, and headed towards Crouch. Bartemius realised that as soon as she approached, and grabbed his collar. She violently shoved him away from his chair, and all the way to the wall.
His feet were above the solid ground, and he was hanging while she held his collar, his whole body pressed to the wall.
-"I swear, I will do anything possible to ruin your life" - she hissed. Than she let him down, and her presence ceased from the room.
For few moments, no one went over to Crouch to help him. Everyone was highly glad for what she did. People who dealt with Crouch had to deal with his overgrown ego and his uttermost eccentricity.
'Stupid bitch' Crouch thought on his way to the Minister. He was going to tattletale Ancilla. But Minister's reaction was quite opposite of what he expected.
-"You probably pissed her off, Barty. You know how women can be complicated sometimes" - he said, carelessly. He really didn't cared what is happening to Barty at all.
-"Yes Minister, of course, I think it's what you think. And you know what, I think that you always have the best opinions on everything" - Crouch said, laudatoringly.
-"I disagree. Every opinion is wrong as much as it's right. What else do you want?"
-"Well, you know, when you retire, I thought that I would be the best person to overtake your job." - Crouch rubbed his hands, oily.
-"Committee decides that, not I" - Minister concluded the conversation.

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