She’d be going to a club - the same she had gone to the time he’d fetched her from the alley, so long ago now. A few witches would join her, giving her a reason to be out in the form of a hen night. If they were able, they’d follow her. She had a tracking charm on a few items on her person. The bond they shared was indeed the last case, worst case, scenario, and yet he couldn’t shake the horrible dread it would be necessary. 