Gerald was locked up in Zerith's house without Theodora and Bertha. For the past three days, he was roaming alone in that house like a lonely spirit.
Filch was with Mr Collins and came to meet him whenever he could. But for the niffler, his promise to Bertha was more important than Gerald.
Gerald missed Isabella and Oscar. There was no one to scold him for tossing his clothes around carelessly or for waking up late and not helping with the household chores.
Nor he got any life lessons and lectures on moral conduct. He missed Oscar's saintly company.
Theodora kept him updated on Zerith's condition. Though he had regained consciousness, he was slipping in and out of it.
But what bothered Gerald the most was the fact that Bertha was with Zerith and not him. He missed her, to say the least. During his stay here, he had grown used to seeing her face every day, brushing his fingers against her hand while she served him food or a glass of water.
