OWL: Kat to Cassandra Who: Kat, Cassandra Where: Macnair's house When: September 7 Summary: Kat has returned from the honeymoon, and is writing to Cassandra
Curled up in one of the sofas of their new house, Katherine was watching the rain fall outside the window. Her knees were pulled up tightly against her body, her arms wrapped around them as she tried to ignore the throbbing pain that had become a constant since the night of the wedding.
Over the last week she'd tried everything. Begging, screaming, playing along or protesting. Nothing worked. No method got him off her back, nothing made him move faster. He droned on and on about what he wanted of her, and he tortured her while speaking (listening to him was almost torture enough). No way was safe, no way got him to stop, and her skin - so perfect just a week ago - was already riddled with scars she feared wouldn't go away.
She called out to the elf, asking for parchment and quill but got nothing. It had been that way all day. It got her food and drinks, and it had made the bed and removed the stained sheets, but other than that, it didn't do anything she wanted. It was unnerving, and she wasn't quite sure what its instructions were.
Moving only her hand, Kat summoned a parchment and quill, trying to write the letter that she had been told to write. To Cassandra, though it would be read. She couldn't write what she wanted to write. Then again, did she want to admit to what had been done to her? She closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths, then opened them and started to write.
Dear Cassandra,
As I'm sure you saw in the papers, Walden and I returned from our honeymoon yesterday evening. (How she had hated that 'article', talking of the 'happy couple' and the 'hard working Head-Auror' cutting his honeymoon short to work to protect the people and about his pretty wife sacrificing herself for the good of the country. The entire thing made her want to throw up almost as badly as the wedding had.) We've moved to a dump house in the south of England. I'm enclosing the address, you'll need it for when you come to dinner. Let me know which day would suit you for dinner and I'll make arrangements with Walden.
Sincerely, Kat
Looking around, she felt uneasy, hesitating for a moment before calling the elf and casually requesting a cup of tea and some biscuits to be brought to her. She didn't like how close the elf appeared, and only when it had disappeared did she add a hasty scribble at the bottom of the note.
Things are horrid. I suspect the bloody elf is watching me because it's not doing anything else. I'm not even allowed outside the door without his permission or arranged company. Be careful with what you write back. She added a charm to make sure that only Cassandra would be able to read her last words, and only when alone. Putting her wand down she then folded the letter and was sealing it when the house elf arrived.
"Thank you," she said, though the elf didn't answer. "Could you get the owl for me?" she asked, though the elf didn't comply, just disappeared. With a groan, she got up and went to find the owl before returning to her tea and biscuits, forcing herself to eat, wondering if the elf was watching or not.