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Mary had been standing with a few old friends, trying to catch up and just figure out how things had gone the past few months. She had only been back at the Prophet for a week or so now and it felt very overwhelming. Cuffe had given her a position in the editorial department, although it was by no means a day-to-day writing spot. Nevertheless, Mary was just glad to be back and around her friends. She was enjoying the conversation, if only slightly distracted. It didn't help that her son was wreaking havoc in her belly, nor did it help that Gabriel was being--well, Gabriel. Ever since that night he'd shown up at her flat--no, she wasn't going to think about it. There was no need to push herself to think about it at all. She needed to get this grand idea that things between herself and Gabriel were going to be brilliant out of her head. Things didn't feel okay--maybe it would be better in the end if she just...pushed him away. She couldn't say for sure, but she had this vague feeling that she was the reason for his mood lately and she just--didn't know what to do about it.

Bloody hell, he was leaving, wasn't he? Without--without even saying hello or anything. Bullocks. She forced a smile as she tuned back into the conversation the women around her were having--something about getting their hair trimmed and whether or not they should get fringe. And---

This was rubbish! She was a bloody Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake! She didn't have to just--just stand there and watch things go as they had for the past few weeks. If she wanted things to change, she would have to do it herself, right? Right. Because the "damsel in distress" look was so not her, nor was it working in the least. With a smile she excused herself from the small group of girls before making her way through the crowded room towards Gabriel, not sure if she would even catch him before he made it to the door and apparated himself back home.