It was late, very late, and so were they. She stood in the main atrium and tapped her foot impatiently as she counted the minutes that continued to pass. Almost thirty had been wasted before the familiar roar of flames surrounded her. She watched as they stumbled out of the fireplaces and let out a frustrated sigh when she noticed they were empty handed. She marched forward in a rage and turned to the one closest her.
"Thirty minutes! What the hell were you doing that was so important to give your sorry arses an excuse to show up late?"
She gazed around at the gaggle of misfits she was risking her job for and pinched the bridge of her nose. When her eyes reopened, she noticed two members of her motley gang to be missing.
"You," she barked at the man again, "where is Donovan?"
"'E said sumthing 'bout going home. Said 'e couldn't be buggered with listening to you bitch at 'im."
"And Scabior? What is his excuse?"
"'E went back with Donovan," he chuckled.
Shooting him a scathing look and a hex to the face, she told them all to get out and go home. As she stormed to the fireplace, she could feel the beginnings of a migraine.
It wasn't long before she reached the designated apparition site and with a quick, determined spin, found herself in her front lawn. She walked through the door, listening for traces of life before pulling out her wand and uttering, "Homenom Revelio." One in the kitchen, and one upstairs. She groaned and idly wondered why they couldn't just stick together so she could scream at them both at the same time. When she pushed open the door to the kitchen, she found Donovan lounging at the table, feet propped, and a firewhiskey in his hand. She walked up silently and gazed down at him. When he had the audacity to shoot her a cheeky grin, she gave him a nice slap to the back of the head.
"Oi, you crazy bird, what the hell was that for?"
"Where were you," she asked through clenched teeth.
"Look Dru, we didn't find anyone, and it's three in the fucking morning. I came home. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
"Don't worry? Donovan, do you realize that I could lose my job if you don't start doing yours?"
"You're brilliant, you can find another job."
"That's not the point! I won't be brought down because of your irresponsibility. Why do you think mum and dad disowned you? Why do you think you got chucked into Azkaban? You need to learn that you can't go through life making mistakes and not have to face the repercussions."
"You're not the boss of me."
"No, I'm not. You're a grown man, and you need to start acting like one. I didn't take you in to control your life, I did it to help you. But in return, you need to help me as well." She looked at her brother imploringly and he heaved a sigh.
"Dru…those Ministry bastards don't give a damn about us. We're criminals. What you've got us doing now just helps to rub it in their faces."
"That may be so, but the way I see it, it takes a criminal to know one. The Ministry doesn't care who you are or what you've done, not as long as they're getting what they want. Besides, you do a good job and the Ministry has promised a cut of the rewards and full pardon of past trespasses."
Donovan's eyes lit up a bit at this. "Really? You didn't tell me that!"
"I didn't think you would need that much persuasion to get your hands dirty."
They looked at each other before chuckling heartily and he pulled her into a one-armed hug. She sighed and kissed the top of his head. As much as he drove her up the wall, Drusilla loved her brother. After all, he was all she had. She sighed again and took the glass of firewhiskey from his hand and took a sip.
"That troll looking fellow said Scabior had come with. Where is he?"
"He nipped upstairs when we got here. Don't know what he's up to."
"Just as long as he's not raping some twelve year old…"
"So any other age is okay, then," asked Donovan with a giggle. Dru began to pinch him and said, "You know what I mean. Ugh, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."
Donovan waggled his eyebrows at her and said, "Have fun."
She sneered and flipped him off as she walked out, heading for the stairs. She stopped and opened several doors along the hall, finding all of them empty. As she reached the end of the second floor she looked to her right and noticed a crack in the door of the library. She poked her head in and found Scabior lounging in the chair by the fire, book in lap, fast asleep. She shook her head and walked across the room, picking up the book and eyeing the spine before putting it back on the shelf. She turned and went for the door, only to be pulled back as she past the chair again. She laughed and landed with an oomph! in Scabior's lap.
"What," he said, "no bedtime story?"
"You seemed to have taken care of that yourself, although I must say I'm surprised that you can read at all."
He pinched her bottom roughly and she began to squirm when she felt his obvious arousal pressing into her. She jumped up as his hand found its way to her thigh and headed for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To take a bath," she replied nonchalantly. She paused at the door and looked back, "Catch me if you can."