Hyp hadn't shown his face around the office for three days, not since he'd naively gone and asked that . . . that<i>snake</i>Arthur on a date. Theo wasn't exactly sure why  he felt such an aversion to the man, only that it was almost instinctual at this point. He was absolutely positive the man from Muggle Liaison was no good for his brother. No good for anyone, really, despite his innocent disposition, but Hyp least of all. He didn't like the man's demeanor, his cheeky little smile that seemingly had his brother ensnared at first glance. He didn't like the fucker one but. Now, after returning to his mentor's office to find the decanter and tumbler completely untouched yet again, which was not like his brother at all, he was nearly certain that something bad had befallen Hyp.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">He could simply be having fun for once, you know.</span></i>Theo gave a mental sigh, admitting that his brother deserved a break, even if that included snogging the socks off of some random office worker, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something here, as if he'd lost some pieces along the way.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Could be the stress</span></i>, he conceded. For while Hyp had been off gallivanting about, Theo had been hard at work scrounging for leads on the Death Eater, Albiorix, knowing that's what the older Auror would do. He'd poured over the photos of the crime scene for hours, even gone to the quaint little suburb in the photo and determined  that  there was nothing unusual about the house aside from the fact that their neighbors' home had been completely abandoned for years except for the lone tabby cat wrapping itself around the post of a decrepit mail box. Whether he'd garnered anything of use, he was yet unsure.<br/><br/>He'd decided, as his fingers toyed with the empty tumbler on his brother's desk, that he should have reported Hyp missing days ago, and as such, spun on his heel with the intention of imploring the Wizengamot for their help in locating the missing Auror.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"> "Please tell me you've not been standing in my office like a lost puppy this whole time."</span>Theo's jaw could have hit the floor in his shock to see Hyp standing behind him in the doorway, looking rather worse for wear with circles under his eyes and his arm bound up with a muggle sling.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Where the Hell have you been!?" </span>His eyes darted from his brother's face to his arm, and back again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"And why don't you just get that fixed up at St. Mungo's?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"I've been to the hospital, trust me. They did what they could."</span>Hyp moved closer, and for a moment Theo thought he might embrace him, but instead he moved past him and poured a hefty serving of scotch.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"I was hit with the severing charm wile following up on a lead." </span>Theo didn't miss the stiff way his brother lowered himself into the chair.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"But it was worth it,"</span>Hyp reassured him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Because I've discovered the location of the faction that attacked us during the ceremony and now that I'm back on my feet . . . " </span>Theo cut him off.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> "So what, you just left me here and wandered off on your own?" </span>Theo was annoyed, dejected that his mentor, his own brother, hadn't thought to include him in his work.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"You're supposed to be teaching me! You got yourself hurt and I could have helped!" </span>Hyp looked apologetic for a moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Theo, it's not  that I didn't want you there, I just . . . wasn't expecting to actually find anything. I swear, I was supposed to be in and out of there in minutes not . . . "</span>His brother trailed off with a heavy sigh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Not what, Hyp?"</span>His brother shook his head and downed the scotch in one gulp, how the man could handle the stuff was beyond him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"> "I've had an exhausting few days, Theo. Please. Just drop it."</span>It was rare that Hyp not defend himself more fervently in an argument, so Theo did indeed drop it. For now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> "Fine, but next time you head out, I'm going with you." The older Hawke nodded in acquiescence. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Promise." </span>Hyp waved his wand, using his left hand for now, and a scroll appeared upon the desk's smooth surface.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Everything I learned about the attack is in there. If you'd like to accompany me to the Wizengamot."<br/>
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</span>​</div>Hawke had completely bullshitted the report from the past few days, of course, having decided to keep to his word and deal with these so-called Reborn rather than hound Albiorix's coattails as it were. For now, anyways. He'd catch up to Albiorix again, of that he was certain, and he would bring justice with him, of this Hawke was also certain. The Wizengamot had taken the scroll from Theo, including the map which Albiorix had conjured, but, unsurprisingly to the Auror, they'd also requested his memories. He'd panicked for a brief second, but his expression had still remained as unreadable as ever as he formulated more bits and pieces, just as he'd done with Analiese to convince her that he'd known her son.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"My apologies that they're a little foggy," </span>he lied.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"My mind was addled at the time from the  torture curse." </span>Theo's eyes grew wide and he could see  the questions fighting to get free, but his brother remained blessedly silent for now. His agony wasn't a complete lie, regardless. Hawke showed them his interrogation, but not a face, and showed them his escape. Apparently that was satisfactory enough.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Indeed. You are to be commended, Hyperion." </span>Some members of the Wizengamot refused to refer to him by anything other than his given name.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"We'll assemble a task force after gathering some more intel on this location." </span>A wrinkled finger jabbed at  the map, just below where Hawke's blood had stained the document.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"And as soon as you're fully recovered, you can join them on the field. Maybe, take charge, even . . .?"</span><br/><br/>Before Hawke even got the chance to accept or refuse the offer of leading his own task force into a stronghold of dark witches and wizards, the door burst open and in ran a young woman who'd been initiated along with Theo.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Dementors in London!" </span>She panted, eyes wide.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"It's chaos up there!"</span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><br/>
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