"Which I was using to borrow your own hyperbole, not as an explicit description," he growled. "I've never said I'm perfect or that I don't make mistakes. Being the best doesn't mean perfect, damn it. It doesn't mean fucking Super Auror. It means a service record that shows exactly how much better I am than most people in the job, a service record accomplished with as little bloodshed as possible in an age when no one gave a fuck who we killed as long as it could be excused as a death eater, a service record people are still trying to catch up to forty years later!"
Had it not been for the fact it only ever happened when they were brassed off at each other, Alastor might have been amused by the way she always stood like a scolding to face off with him during their arguments. But, as they were usually fighting, he barely noticed more than his own annoyance that she always had to be right. "Since when did you get to give orders in this house? I never said I'm better than any of you. I said I'm the best at what I do. And we might both be Aurors, but we don't do the same things.
"No, a discussion does not have to be about making a choice. It could just be about explaining a choice that's already been made. Who knows, you might have found out that you were pre-empting an argument that wasn't going to happen. But, no, better to just make the decision, declare the outcome, and settle in for the bitching. That's fine. I get it. Good, you're going."