Casey was exhausted when he rolled out of bed at 8:00 a.m., but the burst of adrenaline at seeing the time on the clock was enough to get him out of bed quickly. He scarcely allowed himself more than a sponge bath because he didn't want Evie to hear him. He apparated from his room and bought breakfast off a street vendor for much the same reason. Passably dressed in a plain white tee and regular jeans with a blue hoodie, he arrived in the lot to the building Tabby had said they were at last night and leaned against the building as he began to take a bite of his breakfast sandwich and observed the activity around him.
Clearly they would have to relocate, but Casey had anticipated that. There was no use to breaking any Statute America had. Too much drama, and it might actually draw attention if it managed to sneak into the papers overseas that Casey Winslow had been taken into America's Ministry (or whatever they called it). The question would be why? Why was a known resistance member overseas? Was he on the run? Was something going on over here? He didn't need that. Isis didn't need that.
The only other dilemma he was having was how much he was willing to scare the kid today. He knew he wanted to essentially jump her once they were situated, to force her to react quickly and test her abilities to assess where she was at and formulate a plan. Perhaps it wasn't a teaching method he could have used at Hogwarts, but it was sure to be an affective one. It would give him a proper feel for Tabby, and it would also reveal how quickly and wisely her sister would leap to her help. He had no qualms about disabling a child. Not physically or anything permanent, but a petrifying spell would be enough to get the point across that she was dead for choosing that avenue of attack.
But for now, he awaited signs of Tabby and this kid sister of hers. It was still early enough they could be inside getting something or on their way.