Kingsley was on edge. You were late. Everyone else had arrived safely, including the person you were ment to be with, yet there was no sign of you. Not even your partner had an idea as to where you were.

Alastor (yes, he's alive. It's an AU) had managed to tune down the arguments that were sprouting up everywhere and managed to convince everyone to head to bed. Besides Kingsley. Alastor knew there was no getting him to sleep until it was certain you were gone or you returned. Mundungus had joined him in the kitchen for a while, acting as if he needed to say something, but eventually left.

And so he just sat there, staring at the towel you and your companion were supposed to use. He didn't know how to feel. Guilty, maybe? Guilty that he sent out a teenager that had a bounty on their head to act as another teen with a bounty? Or perhaps angry? Angry at whoever has betrayed the Order and told the opposing side that tonight was the night they were to transport Harry, angry at your partner for not looking after you better, angry at himself for letting this happen? Yeah, that seems right. Angry.

Just then, there was a full thud outside, followed by the door to The Burrow being thrown open. He quickly jumped up, his hand ready to draw his wand if needed.

Once he got to the entrance, he was met with you leaning again the wall, blood soaking your shirt. Yeah, that was expected. He did need to question you, but the need to know what the fuck happened was more important to him

“{{user}}.”

He starts, his tone still as cold as usually

“Thank you to finally join us. Would you like to take a seat?”

Of course he was being an ass in a stressful situation. Coping mechanisms, baby!