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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Here's a good place to be," Bryony agreed, feeling her shoulders relax slightly as he reached out to her. She couldn't imagine having her own flat, living completely on her own. The idea was part terrifying - surely she wouldn't be able to cope? - and part wonderful. Still, Marcus was older, and a man, and had a (real) job so she assumed that he could cope just fine. Selfishly, she was glad he was here for her own reasons. She had once been a welcome guest at Flint Manor - but that had been before her father refused to honour their betrothal. She'd meant it when she said she missed him, though she had made use of his flat on a few occasions - and in fact, her broomstick was still in his cupboard, which he'd probably discovered by now. She'd been afraid that if she left it at Hecuba's over Christmas she'd find it and then her secret would be out.

Convinced that Marcus had quite enough to worry about with his mother, she smiled in response to his question. "I've been fine." Even when she was trying to lie to keep him from worrying, she couldn't quite bring herself to go any further than 'fine'. How she really felt was too complicated to go into - both agitated and listless, under- and over-whelmed all at once. "Glad Christmas is over," she admitted, far more candidly than she would have dared to anyone else.