24 May, 2012
The last two days were a complete blur. Liam spent them lurking in his own bar, his own place of business, listening closely for any gossip from the Wizarding World. Times, things and people might change but one thing he knew was consistent, was the fact that the pub was known for being a median, a place of business for muggles and wizards alike. It didn’t take too long for him to pick up on certain details that eluded him while he was locked away, solidifying all of the truths he feared. It fed into the sheer and utter rage that boiled inside of him.
This was concerning at first, as Liam once considered himself a rather peaceful person, despite his size and stature. This searing anger that corroded his insides…where did it come from? Was it from the mysterious treatment he’d been given in Azkaban? Liam had no one to turn to, no one to ask about any of that, because he’d been in isolation…there were no witnesses, except for those men in white.
He was standing in the office downstairs when he heard an apparition, the unmistakable crack that sounded like lightning had crashed right inside his home. “Hello, Kara.” It was almost as if Liam anticipated her arrival. He could smell her perfume and knew immediately that it was her, even from the next room.
The look on her face was priceless. If circumstances were different…if things hadn’t ended up the way they did, maybe he would have appreciated the shock and awe on her lovely face.
“Oh my God…L-Liam?” Her voice trembled as she froze where she stood, her eyes wide with the surprise. “How…How are you…here?”
If he wasn’t mistaken, she looked pale, too. Rightfully so. He was a ghost, after all. Perhaps she picked up on his tension because he expected her to run and try to leap into his arms. He might have welcomed her to, but he was curious to see how she’d react so far. “How am I alive, is probably a better question, and honestly I don’t even know. They let me go. They let me walk off with what they picked me up in, and here I am.”
Kara was still a fixture of silence, and she didn’t run to him.
For some reason, this accusatory stance, the act of nailing her down for a crime against him and their marriage, was thrilling. “But then, I get word that you’re screwing around, and I just had to see it all for myself. It’s true, isn’t it?” Liam knew that if she didn’t know it then, she must have known it now: he was pissed.