Luke paced across the Green House. A small whine came from the screechsnaps as they started complaining about lack of water and sunshine. Charlotte was sitting on an empty table, watching her friends.
"You are making me nervous, Luke. Can you at least stop pacing?"
"She could be dead and I can't do anything to change it."
"Sirius and James are looking. They will find her."
"And I will still have done nothing to help, Char!" Luke stopped pacing and glanced at the screechsnaps. With an annoyed sigh, he put a light over them, after watering them, making a mental note to remove the snow off the roofs later. In a huff, he sat on the ground and stared at his hands.
Charlotte joined him on the floor and leant against him. "We will find her before the winter holidays. Just you wait."
"The last thing I told her was that I never wanted to talk to her again. Now that she is gone…" His sentence cut off as he took a moment to recover. "I need to find her and make it up to her."
Mary was bruised and cut up from head to toe. Her hair was a mess and she was beyond dirty. She still wore her original gray skirt that only covered the cuts and bruises on her upper legs. Her underwear was long gone as was her shirt that left her wearing a black bra. On her hips and both arms were bruises in the shape of hands and a few of the cuts were new while other have almost healed. She had put a few of the cuts on her arms there herself with a jagged rock she had found – Erik took it away from her when he found out.
She looked forward to when Erik came and welcomed new pain and his touch that she longed for. She still cried when he came, but she forgot why. She forgot why she was there in the dark cave. She longed for the pain Erik brought and flinched away from the pain Cora gave her.
Moments later came a light along with was Mulciber. Mary's heartbeat increased with each movement he made toward her. The moment he knelt by her she had pushed him to the ground and gotten on top of his body, her lips on his. His hand grip roughly at her waist, matching the darkened handprint perfectly, and her hands pulled at the bottom of his shirt.