*He rolls his eyes. He should bloody well just let her go. He is busy after all - the goblins he met in Diagon Alley turned out to be competent, productive allies once he'd talked his way out of the leprechaun gold mess, and he'd hoped to discuss certain business plans with them before the day was over.*

*In the end though, he takes three quick steps to catch up with her, pulling her by the arm to stop her*

Islington's gone. You won't find him ever again. And why the fuck would you even want to take a chance by looking?