Who: Drew, Mandy [Mention of Ministry Employees] When: Wednesday Night Where: Azkaban briefly, then Mandy's apartment. What: A drop off and then seeing Mandy Rating: Mentions of earlier violence and perhaps language. Probably low after that.
Drew had been busy since Mandy had been put into St. Mungo's. He'd arrived shortly after he'd spoken with her on the journals and had been shocked by what he'd found. She looked terribly and it hurt just to know that someone had been able to get that close to her to hurt her like that. It made him feel useless. He was supposed to be protecting her and he'd let her get hurt again. How the bloody hell was he suppose to keep her out of Azkaban if he couldn't even protect her from some lowlife blood purists? He'd stayed until she fell asleep and then taken the hairs she'd managed to grab. He was glad Geoff was there. As bad as he felt using him as a decoy, he was glad for the opportunity. With the excuse of being too close to the case, he'd asked Geoff to run the hair to see if they could find a match. She'd only managed to grab a few strands and he'd given them all to Geoff ... all but one.
When his Grandmother had taught him the older magic, it hadn't been for this. He knew she'd be ridiculously appalled by his use of it now, but he had to do something. A tracking charm of the sort he was using, really shouldn't be used. Hence the reason it had fallen into memory, save for a select few who had bothered to remember. He'd never used it before, but he justified using it this time because the individual hadn't had any issue with causing Mandy pain. The bastard didn't have the right to privacy. He didn't deserve it.
Perhaps apparating uninvited into a bloke's home wasn't entirely the best thing to do, but Drew wasn't really thinking about what was right and wrong. It had taken a while and a few not so savory offensive spells, but he did eventually make it back to Azkaban, the bloke in custody. It wasn't all that uncommon for an Auror to show up unannounced with a prisoner. Of course, said prisoners weren't normally bleeding profusely. When he received a raised eyebrow from the guard admitting him, all Drew offered was, "He resisted." If they wanted to look into it further, they could, but he honestly doubted that they would. If nothing else, the Ministry was wonderfully inept when it came to protocol, particularly where Azkaban was concerned.
Signing the report, Drew wasn't quite as satisfied as he wanted to be watching them drag the bloke away. Though, he really shouldn't be surprised. It was going to take more than one arrest to make him feel less of a useless tool. Running a hand over his face, he sighed. The cut above his eyebrow stung but it had stopped bleeding a while ago. In all honesty, he'd lucked out in regards to injuries. With the exception of the small cut above his eye and a bit of a sore wrist he was fine. He could use some sleep, he supposed, but it could wait. Standing outside the prison and feeling the mist from the waves smashing against the rocks, he debated what he was going to do now. His flat in London was closer and his stomach growled at the thought of fresh Chinese food, bit his thoughts drifted to Mandy. He wanted to see her. He always wanted to see her.
He probably should have changed and cleaned up a little, but he didn't. He had a change of clothes at Mandy's anyway, from the last time he'd stayed there. Bringing an image of Mandy's living room into focus, he apparated away. Blinking for a moment when he landed. Probably should have apparated outside of the apartment ... just because he could apparate in didn't mean he should. Damn it.