Where: On the hunt from Isaac Who: Brenton && @noah-ollxvander
He wasn’t in the mood. For anything, really. Nothing caught Brenton’s attention for very long, a problem he had always had but which now had only been exasperated. It wasn’t so bad at work, occupied by literally playing with fire and helping old MacFusty tend to flu-ridden dragons. He left work, though, and was supposed to be joining the search for Buchanan. And for that, Brenton really wasn’t in the mood. Who cared what happened to him? The way the Death Eaters worked, he wouldn’t be able to give much away if the Order got to him first and then he would go to Azkaban. Or maybe he could do them all a favour and stay disappeared. It didn’t make any difference to Brenton.
Even so, he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to disobey the directive for any longer, despite wanting much more to either go home and go on a nice long hike with Ash or to find someone to fuck away the thoughts of his ex-boyfriend. He apparated to the agreed meeting place and barely gave a glance around before walking up to Noah. “Well, it looks like he isn’t here. What a shame. Let’s go do something fun instead.”