The aurors meeting had not gone as planned. They expected some answers from him, some proof that the case on which Hugo and Louis had been working moved from the starting point. They didn't even try to hide dissatisfaction mixed with a hint of contempt that was written on faces, of all of them. Every single person. They wanted a proof and Louis couldn't give them any. It wasn't because he didn't have any, but because he didn't have any that wouldn't connect him with the crime scene. In that moment, he hated them all, both, aurors and Death Eaters, only because he's involved with both the groups. Although he knew that aurors are good guys, that he's one of them, he lied just to save his ass, position. Reputation? He couldn't wait to leave the room that suddenly became too small, with all those bodies around him he found it difficult to breathe, as if their scowls somehow reduce his lungs, preventing the air to obtain them. Clenching his teeth Louis found a spot above their heads and focused all his attention on that little piece of wall, focusing on breathing he ignored them, he could see their mouths move with his peripheral vision but he didn't cared. They weren't saying anything he didn't heard before.
He failed.
As soon as the meeting was over, he rushed out of the rooms, out of his office, accidentally knocking down a bunch of papers from the table nearby. Even with all the evidences of their investigation spread all over the floor, those papers, the same papers he spent hours writing on, were left there, on the carpet, which was once a crimson, but now had some unnatural brown color with dozens of holes on it, he left. He loosened his tie while he was leaving the building, listening his footsteps on white marble floors of Atrium, the only sound he found calming, and counting his steps towards the exit. Towards the freedom.
Louis Weasley was never a fan of apparating but he apparated as soon as he reached the part where apparition is possible, escaping, the way he always do when things get tricky. Running away. He couldn't imagine spending another second in the Ministry building, at least not today, however, he didn't feel like going home, either, needing somewhat soothing environment his mind led him to Hogsmeade. When he found himself surrounded with familiar buildings, the same buildings he often visited while he was at Hogwarts, he felt calmer. His heart beats slowed, his breathing became normal again; there was something woven into this place that bought the young innocent Louis back to life, the one that didn't fail every time he tries to do something, the one that didn't join the organization he hates, the one that never had his heart broken, even if he could picture that Louis only in his mind, he didn't care, that Louis was an escape he was seeking for, and he'll take it.
With a smile taped on his mouth, he decided he won't be indisposed, not here, he entered the first shop he saw - Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, how suitably, bitter laughter left his throat as he opened the door and stepped in the room painted in hundreds shades of pink. Weasley ordered a cup of coffee and sat for one of the empty tables ignoring giggles of few students int he corner. The confetti started falling down the exact moment he sat down, encouraging gigglers even more.
Well, he wanted something comforting, although this wasn't exactly what he had on his mind, it might work.