And people say mondays are bad Who: Barty Crouch & Vera Lestrange What: Doing his job, catching people When: Tuesday night Where: Seedy part of London, Ministry Why: Because Barty's day wasn't busy enough/he's good at his job Warning: Violence Status: Complete
Barty had been so damn busy, even staying within a few foot range of Evan. The floo in Evan's office was up, though no one was allowed through without his permission. It was a nice limited set up. He'd pulled in a few more members of the MLE to help control the situation. And he'd been letting some people leave, a very few. And Evan was still unconscious.
He would have thought that was enough. But no, of course not.
"Fucking bintcase," Barty swore to himself as he became aware of the magical link. She'd said it, been tracked - now of all times. Standing, he saw Theo nearby, "NOTT. HERE. STAY UNTIL I RETURN!" His voice was loud and clear. Oh yes, first time all day he was leaving, and he wasn't saying why.
In a flash, Barty was gone, out the floo, and bamn, apparition, wand out. Only one person there, "Stupefy" Barty cast silently. As if he'd be so lucky to get Vera Lestrange so easily. But he had experience, tricks, and no holds barred.