When Mary next awoke there was a tingling on her finger like she had been bit by a Tentacula and her head was pounding. Sitting up she places her hand on where her head was throbbing, only to feel something warm and wet. She pulls her hand away and flinches slightly when she focuses enough to see blood on her fingers. Deciding to worry about her head wound later she takes this time to look around her. It was dark, but she had been awake long enough for her eyes to be adjusted, and there was a cold draft coming from where she couldn't exactly pinpoint though she guessed slightly to her left. She shifted her hands and her fingers glided over rock. She felt behind her, more rock. She seemed to be in a cave of some kind. Her hair was down and a wild mess. She was wearing a white tank top she wore as an undershirt and her grey skirt that was part of her school uniform. Her shoes and socks where gone and there was a chain around her ankle that bound her to the rock wall behind her.

Trying to ignore the pain on her head, she tried to remember what happened. Then it all came back to her and she started to panic. She remembered a voice in her head tell her to do things. Glancing down at her hand she knew why her finger was tingling. Then she remembered the awful things she did to her friends. They would know that it wasn't really her who said all that? They were her best friends. Of course they would know the difference and come looking for her. Right?

She heard something move in the darkness so she stands up quickly (having to lean against the wall behind her to keep from passing out) and watches as the light from a wand come closer. The caster sent the spell out so that it filled the whole cave and her eyes fell on Erik Mulciber. He wore his full uniform, though the top two buttons on his shirt was undone and his tie was tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. She watched him intently as if he was a wild animal.

"You do know that your friends haven't even noticed you are missing yet?" He tells her as he shakes the first snow of out his hair. His voice was soft, which made him sound scary. "You disappeared two days ago. They think you are sleeping in the Green Houses since you are afraid to face them after ruining your friendship. Sprout and Pomfrey are missing you though, so the teachers are talking. There are them I suppose who care about you. Their teacher's pet."

"Let me go, Mulciber." Mary says quietly, her voice was hoarse as if she had been screaming.

"Did you know that is snowed for the first time this winter? The lake is so beautiful with the way the snow sparkles on the water. I would show you, but." He draws out the 'but' as if he was still debating. He takes out a black cloth from his pack pocket and walks up to her to clean the blood off her face before continuing. "The chain that is keeping you here isn't long enough. Sorry."

Mary stood still as he cleaned the blood away from her head. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking her. She didn't even flinch away when he leans closer to her face to kiss her softly.

"Oh. I hope you don't mind. A close friend of mine will be coming by a few times to say hi to you. Don't worry. I made her promise not to kill you." He smirks slightly, but doesn't move away.

"Just let me go Mulciber. I won't tell anyone where I was. Please. You don't have to do this." She says quietly, her voice wavered slightly with the idea of death in the back of her thoughts.

"You don't know what I have to do or don't have to do, so don't pretend to know." He says darkly. "You have no friends to find you. You will not be leaving here."

Mary watches as he turns around and flicks his wand so that the light returns to the tip of it. Then she calls out to him. "Does Mari know what you're doing? Is that why you broke up?"

She watched as the light that outlined his body slow to a stop and for a split moment she thought that maybe he would turn around and reply, but instead continued until he and her only light source was out of sight. She backs up until she touched rock and slowly she slide back to the ground. Unable to hold back her tears any longer, she sat in the dark and cried.

She had a small fear of flying, but a bigger one of abandonment. There she sat in a cold, dark, and damp cave – alone and abandoned.