Unrepentant

The morning came and went without a word. She had prepared him 3 slices of butter toast with blackcurrant jam, which she had placed silently on the dinning room table before returning to her office. She returned an hour later. She took the empty plate of the table and handed him a small jar of white paste. He eyed her curiously.
"For your back." She stated before turning to bring the plates to the sink. She had handed him a fresh pile of clothes. Similar to that which he had worn yesterday, bare a belt, a pair of black boots, and a brown jacket.
"Go get changed, then we'll leave." She immediately left again.
Once he returned to the lounge the girl was sat in her red coat, eyes fixed on a book. She looked up at him. Her eyes remained trained on him for a moment.
"Let's go." She flicked her wand and a pile of books, files, and papers disappeared, before she held out her arm once again. He reached for her gingerly.
Before he knew it he was back in the same room he had been the day before. Infront of the pair was Thomas Rutherford, bent over the messy desk, his tie hanging loosely around his neck already.
"Morning." She called to him. He turned around quickly and smiled.
"Morning sweetheart. Glad to see you're not dead. How was your evening?"
"Could've gone worse." Could've gone worse? He wasn't quite sure what she was remembering but his still sore back cared to argue.
"Hmm. Well I got you your coffee. Wasn't sure if Sallow would want one so I got an extra black incase." She ran up to hug him. The same way she used to hug him when he brought her the extra potion ingredients she forgot, or reminded her she had an essay due.
"Love you Tommy." She grabbed her drink and moved to sit in her chair. Sebastian remained in the corner.
Thomas turned to the boy. He held out the cup of steaming hot coffee.
"Here, there's milk and sugar over there if you need it."
Sebastian held his gaze for a moment before quickly grabbing the mug. He didn't like the man, but he was tired, and knew better then to deprive himself of something merely to be stubborn.
"Found anything in there yet Fig?" He turned around and returned to his work. She sat on the right side of the room, nearest the door. Thomas sat on the left, his back to the large blackboard. Sebastian was left in the corner.
"No, but I've got a letter here from St. Mungos. Apparently one of the survivors of the attack in Westminster is back to full health, and stable enough to be interviewed. So I want to head there as soon as we can. She's not been cursed but she's quoted as a witness to 'a shadowy figure casting a wordless spell on a young boy' we believe that boy is Georgie Fleetham who is currently comatose."
"Merlins beard, ok how are we doing this?"
"I want to go, I'm happy to take Mr Sallow with me if you don't want him here but I feel it be best we leave him for the time being,"
"What was the point of taking me out of Azkaban if you're just going to solve the case without me." Call it self-sabotage, but Sebastian hated how he was sitting there doing nothing. It had been 9 years since he'd been given any purpose, and now it sat dangling in front if him like an oasis in the desert. Only it was held just too far to reach, as the trained pair flirt it infront of him mercilessly, forgetting he was even there in the corner.
"OK, you can come with me then, I told them I'd be there by 3, that gives us 5 hours to research." She fidgeted around at a pile of paper on her desk, before throwing a red file at him. He caught it, barely, before it hit his face. 'Cambell St Attacks 27th of April 1900, City of Westminster, Greater London, Wizarding Population 234'. He didn't speak, and busyed himself with the case file.
It had been along time since he had read, for a moment the letters all blurred to one. His head hurt with confusion and lack of sleep. He wished the whole thing could just become a howler and scream it out to him. But he refused to admit that to her. Instead he kept rereading the first sentence again and again and again. Until he was confident with his ability before continuing on.
'The attack on the 27th of April 1900, which is reported to have begun at 23:45 (by word of the local officer Mrs Helena Strous, currently under treatment in the Trauma department at st. Mungos). Multiple reports suggest a shadow figure that could fly without a broom, though none could describe a face, height or gender of the figure. Mass hysteria has yet to be ruled out. When Aurors arrived at the scene the wizard in question had escaped without a trace, appertaining is assumed though no traces of transportation magic were found. Two people were cursed. Both below the age of 18. Georgie Fleetham, age 13 and Elenor Bell age 16. Both are in a comatose state. Reports of wordless magic are evident across witness, all described a indigo hue that looked like bubbles. Fires broke out across the settlement. Muggle news reported the attacks as 'an out of control house fire'. No reported deaths, though 78 of the 234 residents maintain serious injury. No interviews have taken place outside of the rescue efforts, due to stability of the patients.'