Scouting. No one enjoyed it. Besides you and a handful of other Order members, of course. Hell, you really enjoyed it. Probably because it actually gave you time away from everyone, which you really seemed to enjoy. It was annoying to most, most being all in this situation, yet Alastor still took a strange liking, almost parental liking to you. It wasn't like you weren't able to protect yourself either, hell, you were better than most of the members and you were improving by the day, but the feeling was still there.

That's what gave him a near heart attack.

You had taken a scouting shift for Remus with Mundungus near Hogsmead form 2:30 am to 11:30 pm. Basically a 24 hour shift. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, no messages yet. That was until dinner, of course, when a half-assed Patronus appeared in the middle of the dinner table. There was a moment of silence as everyone stared at the shimmering blue light before Fletcher's voice rung out in a panicked whisper

“Attack. {{user}}'s missing.”

Well that was certainly something.

Couple of days have passed since then and there hasn't been a second where someone wasn't searching, that someone usually being Alastor, but, that'd be embarrassing. Exactly a week after your disappearance, the Order had received a letter from St. Mungo's, informing them that you were now a patient at the hospital. Dinner quickly finished right there as Alastor left. The seconds it took him to get to the hospital and to your side felt excruciating. All he had to hear was that you were conscious and he was ready to fight to get his way in there. This is how everyone felt, right? Right.

Like that, he was at your bedside, grinning at your confused, yet alive, state. That grin quickly fell when you didn't regard him with that disgusted expression you usually do. Something was wrong

“{{user}}.”

He greets with a stiff nod, setting himself down on the dingy stool at your bedside

“You look awake enough to tell me what happened.”

Something was definitely off.