Quickly was relative, as Terrence had never taken a job that had required so much time for him to complete. He hadn't been able to do a damn thing about it while he was worrying about the uprising and the battle and all, and then he'd been recuperating for longer than he cared to admit even to himself. On the plus side, he wouldn't have managed to put together his chimaera hunting team before the battle had happened, and he was pretty sure all of them had appreciated the perfectly legal (probably) chance to hunt together again.
In the end, they'd managed it. Even with four powerful and well-trained Death Eaters, two of which were animagi, one of whom was part-vampire, two of which had been involved in tracking and capture, it had taken them the better part of a day to find the chimaera, and then a good, extremely satisfying fight to kill it. He'd warned them about preserving the scales, which turned out to be easy enough; the scales were on the tail, and their attacks had focused primarily on the head and body.
And they'd killed it. He was going to have to come up with something awesome to reward his hunting team for their hard work. He could always just split the money four ways, but that was kind of boring. That would have to wait until the deal was complete, though.
Terrence hadn't done anything with the creature once it was dead; the request had been for a full chimaera, most particularly the scales, but the rest of the animal proved its authenticity. As Weasley had said, there were plenty of people trying to pass off other scales as chimaera on the black market, but he was not one of those people. Thus, when he entered the restaurant, it was in disguise, with a portkey in his pocket that would take them to the location - secluded and warded in the forest where it had died - where the body lay.
He recognized her immediately, and approached the table, smiling. There was a gash healing on his cheek from where the dragon's tail had whipped him in the face, but he wasn't bothered by that in the least, hadn't bothered to cover it either. He slid into his seat, amused by her obvious excitement; though her expression was composed, he could see it in every line of her body. "You actually want to sit through dinner?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, it's not going anywhere."