Cundrie is still laying down the hospital bed, having to place the filled parchment scroll titled MENTAL HEALTH EVALUATION on the table nearby, along with the self-filling quill. As Marcus has signed her up for sessions with a mental healer, a nurse came to hand Cundrie with this scroll. Cundrie felt silly filling the silly questions like 'on average, how often do you have thoughts of committing suicide?' She can very easily lie to these, don't they know?

Cundrie heard the sound of the door sliding open, seeing a stressed Marcus enter. He looked like he just came out of the shower, drenched in cheap perfume. Cundrie furrowed their brows, what's wrong with Marcus today? He usually wears much more expensive perfumes, so why the cheap one now?

"Muffliato!" Marcus hurriedly chanted around the room, facing Cundrie when he's done. Cundrie sat up their bed, what's wrong?

"What's wrong? Why do you wear cheap perfume?"

"To cover up the scent of blood, don't ask-" Marcus answered dismissively. Cundrie's jaw dropped, what? "I have a confession to make, don't cut me-" Cundrie nodded. Marcus looked around guiltily. "I used legilimency to read your mind and see who the guy was. I went to Muggle London and went to the same flat, the guy happened to be there also. I confronted him."

"You mean 'confronted', a 'nice talk'?" Cundrie bit her lower lip. She knew that the answer would be false, because why would Marcus need to cover the smell of blood if it was a nice chat? But a girl can hope.

"No, more like 'murder'," Marcus confessed. Cundrie widened her eyes in disbelief. What the fuck? "Not exactly only murder, that's too simple. It's a long story."

"How much of a long story?"

"I cast Muffliato so we won't be overheard then I tied him to a chair and tortured him the Muggle way until he admitted that he raped you, I cut his dick off, cooked it and forced him to eat it, I cut his hands and feet, I scarred the word 'rapist' on his arm and pulled out both his eyes and tongue, I decapitated him alive. I apparated away with his head and cleaned myself off the blood before coming here," Marcus listed. Cundrie slapped a hand over their mouth in shock, what the fuck?

"You killed a man!" Cundrie exclaimed. Marcus sighed. "What the fuck?! They'll arrest you, you've been arrested!"

"They won't," Marcus assured them, shaking his head. "My method was completely Muggle, I brought no one else, no one witnessed the murder, I cast a Muffliato so no one heard the screams, I immediately apparated away and cleaned myself and even used cheap perfume to cover the smell of blood before coming here, I'm not listed in Muggle England so even if my fingerprints were all over the place, when the Muggle police read it, they'll just come out as 'undetected' or something."

"This is why I don't want to tell you about my attacks, Marcus-" Cundrie shook her head in anger. Marcus furrowed his brows, what does she mean? "You care for me, that is so true, but it's too much. You are too fiery, too murder-esque. This is not fine, Marcus. You're a murderer."

"I killed him for you, Cundrie," Marcus grit his teeth. "Nothing will undo what he did to you, but I'll be damned if I did nothing. Remember that transphobic boss of yours, how you would've done absolutely nothing if I didn't force you to sue her? How close was I to commit murder? But you would've done nothing to her, as you did nothing to him. I wouldn't let that happen, so I made that choice for you."

"This isn't healthy, Marcus. You know that-" Cundrie shook their head repeatedly. "There's nothing I could do! We are not animals, Marcus. We don't live just by emotions. There are laws and we should've solved this lawfully and rationally, not just by committing murder every time we throw tantrums!"

"I suggested that yesterday, you shot it down." Marcus fought, his hands pinching the bridge of his nose. Cundrie bit down her jaws, she hates it when she can't produce a retort. "You said because he was a Muggle, he can't follow our rules. Because you're a witch, you can't follow his rules. Make up your mind, Cundrie! Could you or could you not have pressed charges against him?!"

"No!" Cundrie yelled, their voice going steely. "I couldn't have. Or maybe, I don't know! The Muggle Prime Minister knows about us, so maybe I could've. I don't know!"

"It wouldn't have mattered, anyway," Marcus said coldly. Cundrie pushed themself back, away from where Marcus is. They've never seen Marcus like this before. "He's already dead. I already killed him for you. I expect nothing in return from you. When you get home, his head is in our house. I brought his head and preserved it."

"What the fuck?!" Cundrie yelled. "Get rid of it! Why do you have to keep it?!"

"I thought you'd like to see it," Marcus shrugged heartlessly.

"Burn it!" Cundrie commanded. "Burn it to ashes! Make sure that no one else knows! Tell no one about this, do you understand?! Never put this in your book, burn the head to ashes and bury the ashes very deep in the ground. Not just deep, VERY deep. Tell no one about this. This is serious, Marcus!"

"Alright, Cundrie! Calm down!"

"Bury also the clothes that you wore," Cundrie commanded. "It can be used as evidence. Bury it. Get rid of everything! What about the weapon?"

"It was his knife and I left it in his flat-" Marcus confessed. Cundrie sighed. "Should I retrieve it?"

"No, never step foot in there again-" Cundrie shook her head. "The Muggle police should be there in no time, you don't want to be there when they are. Just leave it be, get rid of your clothes and the damn head."