"And end up in Azkaban, or forced to..." Heath made another vague, sweeping hand gesture, this time out of frustration. They didn't know what the bloody hell they'd be walking in to if they went to answer the summons the Ministry had put out. For all they knew, it was just a few questions and that was the end of it.
... It certainly didn't feel like that, though.
He took another drink, and then looked at the bottle that was dangerously emptier than it was when he'd had it handed it to him. He wobbled a little when he went to sit it down, and then just collapsed back against the sofa, melting down into the cushions. "I'll go in," He said finally. And he really hoped his friends would talk him out of that.