Tuesday.
Blaise Zabini stood on the walkway to Alurea's house, a bouquet of flowers dangling from hand and a small box containing a diamond necklace in the other.
And Alurea's door hung from its bottom hinges.
The flowers dropped to the ground as Blaise ran inside, fighting against hope to calm to his rapid heart beat, hoping against hope that everything was all right, that Alurea would still be in the house.
He entered, calling her name. The house was a hug mess, mirrors were broken, bits and pieces were blasted off of furniture. Blaise moved through the house as if in slow motion, taking in the damage but not really grasping the reality and the meaning of it all.
He turned the corner and found Cormac McLaggen, unmoving. Blaise swallowed hard, a lump in his throat. He kneeled down in front of the body, trying to get his brain to slow down to decide what to do. A note was pinned to his chest and Blaise shakily reached forward to grab it, opening it up.
If you want her, come get her.