Mari!Hannah arrives
Marietta had spent her day responding to endless questions to which she'd had no answers, witnessing all sorts of things at the Ministry that she really could have done without, and been tormented by how concerned Mr. Abbott seemed about his daughter - it was nice, for Hannah, but it was no walk in the park for a fatherless girl trapped in someone else's body. Someone who, as it turned out, really didn't like her a whole lot. Marietta dreaded the evening plans, wondering if her own name was going to come up, if she was going to suddenly be afforded a peek behind the curtain, a look at what people said when she wasn't around. When people thought she was Hannah.
And oh, Merlin. Quinn. She knew almost nothing about the dynamics of the relationship he had with Hannah, and she'd known Quinn for ages - wouldn't he be able to tell?
She was going to be late. Too much time spent trying to choose an appropriately Hannah-esque outfit. Forcing the thought of what Hannah and Roger were probably doing right now, she glanced in the mirror, still jarred by her reflection, and grabbed a jacket before heading out.
Minutes later she was at the door of her friends' flat. Hannah's friends, too. Quinn's flat. Her non-boyfriend for the night. Bloody hell. She fidgeted with the ring on her index finger before knocking, hoping against hope that perhaps they'd changed their minds and nobody was home.