Davy (again)
At least this time she was going to Davy's flat - that meant that he couldn't just decide not to show up. She supposed it could be possible that she'd just show up to his place to find it empty, but Davy really did seem like he wanted to talk this time. Maybe last time she'd just been ... too forceful, she'd gone too fast. He had just needed time to adjust to her being back, and she was sure he'd had other things on his mind.

He was getting married now, after all, and also apparently having a baby - his ex-girfriend was probably the last thing on his mind. She didn't want to think that she had any right to claim she was still important to him after she'd just up and left. She coughed and cleared her throat, announcing the location of Davy's place with a voice that was just a little too loud and then stepping into the flames.

She hadn't even been in direct contact with anyone since she'd been back except through the journals. She'd been working at a muggle record store, sleeping in a crappy apartment... but she'd been happier. She didn't want to go home to her brother and her parents just yet; she was still concerned they were going to skin her on-sight. She brushed off her jeans as she slipped out of the floo, looking around and hoping that Davy's fiancee wasn't here too. Wouldn't that be awkward.

"Davy?"