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Mandy Brocklehurst (simply_mandy) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

They'd planned a day together, she and Matthew, to picnic and relax. She'd packed a hamper and dressed for the seaside, meeting him at the door with a blanket over her arm...

He'd met her with a somber look and a suitcase. Apparently there were a myriad of reasons that they shouldn't carry on in this relationship, all of which were news to Mandy. Not that she'd believed them incredibly serious but she had grown very fond of him and believed he felt the same. Clearly she had been mistaken. He gathered the things he'd been keeping in her flat, packing them as he explained that his career was much more serious than she could know, being a halfblood, and that he really needed someone at his side who could be the supportive partner he deserved.

What?

She stared after him as he left, wondering for a moment why she felt more irritated than heartbroken, trying to find the sadness she was sure she should feel. But really tjere was only anger. Anger, and the need to not be here wondering what the hell had just happened.

It took only a minute to find her walking through Finnigan's to perch on the closest barstool. "Hello, Dean. Can I get your biggest glass of something white, please?" There were certainly more potent drinks than white wine, but today probably wasn't the time to explore them.