Matthew heaved a sigh  and took out his wand. This was going to be a pain in the ass and was probably going to hurt. He grabbed his new I.D. card at the last second, barely remembering to grab it. He didn’t want to do this but he also didn’t want the Ministry coming down and barging through his home looking for him to give him this damn tattoo. Maddie didn’t deserve that. He apparated with a small pop directly inside the Ministry of Magic. There was already a line. Other muggleborns who didn’t want to deal with the hassle the Ministry would probably issue. He trudged into the line and went  through it slowly. He flashed his I.D. card and went into another line.

About an hour passed as he waited to get his name called and a burly looking woman called out, “Brocklehurst, Matthew.” He went into a small white room and sat down on a chair. He was asked to stick out his right hand and he did so. A pain seared through his body as the tattoo was placed on his hand. He hissed and a tear leaked out. His entire body was numb. He left when the woman said he could.

He had to go to St. Mungo’s. He had to work. He flashed his I.D. and the man at the front counter shook his head. “I’m sorry Mr. Brocklehurst but for the moment you’re temporarily suspended.” His mouth dropped open and he swore loudly, “Isn’t that just bloody wonderful? Fine. I’ll vacate the premises.” He walked back outside and sat outside next to the mannequin that was sitting in the visitors entrance and buried his head in hands. What was he going to do?

He huffed out a deep breath and walked to the closest owling place and gave a Galleon for a delivery to Maddie. This was not going to be pretty.