Okay, not copy/pasting the entire paragraph, but the description of noises and crowded words in the Muggle city, the distractions that grab and force attention? Guah. And beyond that paragraph, the thoughts on wandering the city, finding the lowest spot... Much digging that section. Oh, hell, and whispering Johanna's name. And because we've been seeing so much through Dawlish's hope-tinted eyes, it suddenly twists everything, gives a sense of the wrenching that they both may well feel. Verrah nicely played, sai.
"I told you, Minister Fudge insisted –" Scrimgeour yawns. "You're not much of an investigator, are you." Okay. That about made my day. XD
"I've never before had occasion to count the bones in the human skull, but they make so much noise as my feet slap again and again on the pavement that I can't help but pick them all out." Love it.
And other details and impressions. Scrimgeour reaching for the book. The way that Dawlish fails to see the bigger picture, only glimpsing it through the admired men. Opening the door to Scrimgeour’s flat, the jarring sense of the magical/non-magical worlds intersecting. The suggestion that DE hearings eventually became a sort of entertainment, that teeming life crowded out the sense of a courtroom’s austerity. Dawlish’s ever-awareness of something rather wrong in him. Dawlish’s notions of wrong and right. The distance felt everywhere. Crouch and fury, Dawlish and sorrow. The fact that Fudge is bashed (hells yes >.>), and that meanwhile, a few of his more positive traits are noted. The Scrimgeour/Dawlish dynamics, Sense of (maybe?) using (or not quite using) Dawlish for anger!sex. Dawlish just sort of being there in a different but not fully different way that he was just sort of there with Crouch (ever almost just another Auror).
Em, yes. Again, apologies for disjointed response and hope was not allll wayward or over... er, overanything, but ZAY. :D