Tristan knew that it was a terrible idea to just show up unannounced, but -- well, he'd said he was going to go and visit Psyke, but he'd been waiting for her to invite him. Her brother going through his divorce was going to be hard on the bloke, and he didn't want to apparate into the middle of something awkwardly and say something wrong.

Being hated by the family that you were supposed to be (eventually, okay!) involved with was probably not in his best interests.

But. But! It had been months since Psyke had moved, and he didn't really do anything outside of practice quidditch and go home to sleep (Merlin, maybe he ought to get a cat or something...). That just made Psyke's absence even more obvious, and he'd had enough of it.

He huffed out a breath of air and glanced down at his watch. It was almost verging on late, and it had started to rain... this was a perfect mess, was what it was. He took a breath and lifted his hand up to knock on the door.

Hopefully Psyke was going to answer, or this was just going to be awful.

There were two schools of thought on being ridiculously badass, as far as Moody was concerned.

Corner Conway -- and even the Potter kid, if he was going to give him any sort of props for anything -- were the kind of people who did stupid things in large, well-organized groups. Power in numbers and the ability to somehow pull of something completely ridiculous.

He himself liked to do things on his own when he was doing something very stupid. That was why he hadn't bothered to call in any of the Aurors that he knew were also part of the Order...or at least, it was part of it. The other reason he hadn't called any of them was out of a not-misplaced, semi-irrational fear that whoever he ended up calling was going to end up being another bloody Death Eater like Loftus.

Moody gritted his teeth and looked down at the ridiculous looking patronus in front of him, concentrating. He could follow the general direction, of course, and he wasn't completely daft -- he'd picked up a few useful skills in his time as an Auror, and that included being able to preform a basic trace.

He slipped under his invisibility cloak and closed his eye, taking a deep breath. Time to go, then. Moody fired off a blasting charm into the place more or less right in front of himself, since he assumed the Death Eaters would think he'd fire from, you know, across the room.

Doing stupid things on your own, remember?

Trap!