Lance was very glad that it was his 'weekend'. All that he wanted to do was lie low for a day or so, step away from the case and take the very brief respite allowed to him. Although why he was planning to take that respite with one of the mouthiest redheads he'd ever met completely escaped him.
For some reason, he liked the girl.
When he arrived at her cottage, though, his 'weekend' was the last thing on his mind. Slowly drawing his wand, he approached the prone dog in the grass. Something was obviously wrong or the lad wouldn't be lying around like that. A quick Enervate woke him up, though, and Lance gave him a quick reassuring scratch behind the ears before heading into the house, Cuddles right on his heels.
Once he was sure that the cottage was cleared, he let himself actively take in his surroundings. The place was a wreck. Blinking back the rage that threatened to wash his vision red, he set his jaw and, after quickly warding the cottage so no one could get in without MLE clearance, he Apparated to the office. Fuck protocol.