Unusual, Yet Familiar. [Ian]

[Angel Simons]

Angel looked around the street that had once been so familiar to her that she knew her way with her eyes closed. She could now hardly remember, or recognise, anything at all. "Was I really gone that long?" She asked herself, a slight French accent adorning her once British voice. Sighing, Angel started walking down the street that had held so many memories, good and bad, that were now just a distant dark cloud in the past she had tried to forget.

It's true, Angel had been gone a long time. She had changed, and she hoped it was for the better. She now moved with more grace and elegance than she had before, due to her French teaching. She could now actually perform magic, and quite well, however she had never mastered sports. Sports were not encouraged in the finishing school she attended for a little over a year. It was with these thoughts in her head that Angel walked down the road, simply staring at her surroundings, only not quite taking them all in.

Angel's train of thought was interrupted when she accidentally bumped into someone. A male, who looked a little older than her. "I'm terribly sorry, Monsieur, I wasn't watching where I was going," Angel said in an extremely apologetic tone. "I didn't mean to, I swear. It wasn't very good of me. I should have been paying attention. I am so sorry." Bowing her head in respect, Angel kept mumbling her apologies, only hoping the man would forgive her.

[Ian Hunt]

"Shit," It's a moment spent of glancing around on the spot before I decide there really is call to swear.
Dutifully, Abby tilts her head off my shoulder to look at me incredulously, almost disapprovingly. As she's three, I doubt she knows what I said or understands it, but I suppose the tone is enough to let her know and she puts her hand over my mouth on my behalf.
"Thank you," I murmur, pulling her hand away again and hoisting her up slightly so I don't drop her.
Poppy was just here. Five seconds ago, she was right next to me, and now she's not.

I'm going to get her a leash.
It's not so bad that she goes wandering off now, as she's thirteen now and can probably take care of herself unlike when she used to wander off when she was four or five and worry me sick.
I don't really care how old she is, today I was minding Poppy and Abby and now I'm one daughter short.
We were here so Poppy could pick up school things anyway, otherwise we wouldn't be here at all and now I don't know where she's gone.
I do know, however, that she's trying to get a reaction, so I'll just wander around until she comes back. I have all day, and she's not going to be able to get home on her own anyway.

"Where do you want to go then?" I say under my breath to Abby, who surprisingly doesn't reply but to grin at me.
"Wonderfully helpful as always," I nod slightly, glancing around at the people in our immediate vicinity as I carry on down the street, watching out for the familiar flash of flaming red hair that is my eldest daughter.
I'm perhaps a little too intent on watching the other side of the street it seems as I walk straight into someone walking in the opposite direction.
Apparently, I've also walking into a nut case, I decide as I glance at her almost cynically in the face of the grovelling apologies.
"Uh...it's fine," I mutter with a slight shrug of my shoulders, careful not to dislodge Abby too much.

[Angel Simons]

Sighing to herself, Angel stopped the apologies. "You don't have to look at me like I'm crazy. I'm not, she shot at him, anger shining through her eyes. "I've had enough of that already, thank you very much. It's a little thing called manners. Maybe something you were born and brought up without." Wow, Angel. You're really in the mood for insulting people today, aren't you? Why so mean all of a sudden? Shaking her head of the thoughts, Angel glared again at the man. "I'm not crazy. I'm not even slightly insane. I may have a certain happy streak every now and then, but you can blame the smurfs for that..." She giggled, a huge smile now on her face.

Yeah, Angel. Because that doesn't make you seem crazy... And nor does talking to yourself in your head... You should really stop that, you know... "Were you looking for something? Or just thinking? You seemed to be in your own little world then, and wasn't watching straight ahead of you... Sorry if I seem nosey. Perhaps I can help. Talk about it and get your mind off of things, maybe? I don't know... I talk too much. I'll stop now." Angel tucked a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ear, something she did when she was a little nervous. For some reason, this person put her on edge. She didn't even know him. "I believe we need introductions. You first."

[Ian Hunt]

Okay, complete stark raving mad.
I shift Abby ever so slightly on a subconscious urge, so that she's resting on my hip and my arm is over her, almost protectively. I don't mean to do it, but upon meeting escaped assylum patients, I think maybe subconsciously wanting to protect my daughter might be spot on.

Maybe she's like you.
The next voice nearly makes me laugh. I highly doubt it. She seems to flit through emotions quite quickly and she's talking quite fast, but that probably just means she's emotionally fickle. It doesn't necessarily mean she's as sick as I am.
As sick as we are.
Yeah, that sick. Sick as in being a plural in a singular entity.
Maybe I should be trying to protect my daughter from myself as well.

"Uhm..." I hesitate only because I'm not sure I want to tell her my name, but realise a little late that maybe the pause looks like I've forgotten who I am or something and now maybe she thinks I'm crazy.
I need to stop over-analysing things.
"Ian," I shrug slightly, then incline my head very slightly at Abby's who's buried her head in my shoulder, "I'm Ian, this is Abby."

[Angel Simons]

Angel couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously, I'm not actually crazy. It's just fun making people think that I am. I'm Angel. It's nice to meet you, Ian," she said, smiling at him. It wasn't a warm smile, nor a cold smile. It was just a polite smile that you give others when you meet them. "And it's nice to meet you too, Abby, even though you seem to be hiding. Angel smiled properly at the little girl. He seemed so protective over her, and this made Angel smile even more. "Well, after making a fool of myself, seeming nosey and slightly crazy, I think I may leave you to your walking. I'd hate to intrude, after all, and you probably think I'm mentally insane... I almost forgot, what's your last name? You didn't tell me," Angel said, smiling a little. "I'm Angel Simons. You are?" She asked.

For some reason, Angel always had to know the full name of the person when meeting them. Otherwise she just didn't feel comfortable. She tilted her head to the side a little, waiting for an answer. This was Angel normally. She liked making people believe she was crazy, however it was no fun when they thought she was totally insane. This was why Angel decided to act just like normal. The way she was brought up, and the way she liked to be.

[Ian Hunt]

"I think I'll take your word for it," I decide, inclining my head very slightly, then smiling very faintly back at her, "Mhm, nice to meet you too."
Sort of.
Abby doesn't make any reply, but then again, that's not really surprising. She's pretty much mute by choice.

Then I sort of freeze involuntarily as she gives me her full name.
I know that name. I don't know where from, and she doesn't look familiar, but I know that I know that name. From somewhere. And knowing someone's name from somewhere isn't promising because there's bound to be a solid reason why I don't remember her properly. And it's probably a bad one. It usually is with me.
Do you have anything to do with this?
No, not me. Not me this time.
And now I'm even more unwilling to give my last name. I never like giving it out anyway, because I'm not especially proud of it, but I suppose I have to, so I mutter it barely moving my lips, "Hunt. Ian Hunt."

[Angel Simons]

Angel froze. I never thought I'd hear that name again... I don't quite know if it's good or bad. She could not stop staring at Ian, her mouth open a little in shock. Then, she smiled. The biggest smile she had done in a while. "You don't remember me, do you? Doesn't surprise me. It's been over ten years. I can hardly believe it's you... You've hardly changed at all. Why did I not recognise you?" She asked, sighing and shaking her head. "We went to Hogwarts together... You were my best friend... I didn't think you'd remember."

Angel seemed to have mixed reactions to her returning. Some recognised her instantly, others after she had introduced herself, and others didn't remember her at all. However, the one person she would love to remember her, didn't. It actually hurt her a little. She still didn't think he'd remember her, though. "How have you been?" She asked, sure that he still wouldn't remember her yet. She knew that she wanted him to, though. In fact, Angel wanted him to remember her more than anything else at the moment.

[Ian Hunt]

Of course I don't remember, I want to tell her that. Hogwarts were some of the worst years of my life, so I've mostly blocked it all out.
As far as I'm concerned my life started...really started, not so along and the war finally came to an end. It's ground to a hault a few times since then for various reasons, but for the most part I've been going on along quite contently.
So no, I don't remember Hogwarts. Hogwarts was hell.

But it's also a trigger word for a whole lot of shit to be unleashed and yes, now I remember her completely.
Or not completely, in small snippets of detail at least. Like playing twenty questions, like smurfs...and I'm not sure if I've got her confused with someone else, but I'm pretty sure I kissed her at one point too.
I probably should have remembered her immediately.

"God, Angel," I say her name pretty slowly as if I've only just understood and the rush has been gradual rather than sudden, then shake my head slightly as I really have no idea what I'm supposed to say.
So I just answer her question with a slight hint of incredulity, "I'm okay, yeah. Pretty okay. How have you been?"

[Angel Simons]

"It's okay if you don't remember me, you know? You know, I would hug you if you weren't holding Abby," Angel explained, laughing a little. "I've missed you a lot, Ian. I know you haven't missed me, though," she said, smiling warmly at him. "I've been in hell, to be honest. France is just... Horrible. Seriously. I've been telling people it's okay so they don't worry, but it was truly awful. Have you finally got your life sorted out rather than having problems with family all the time? Oh my God! How's Maddie?" She asked, suddenly remembering.

Although Angel had missed him a lot, she was so glad that she'd spent so much time away from him. She could remember how much she used to be in love with him, and looking upon him now, Angel realised those feelings had gone long ago. This caused her to smile even more. It was at that point that she realised everything that happened at Hogwarts was cut off. Completely. Nothing from Hogwarts remained with her, apart from a few friends who were now just acquaintances to her. This thought made her smile fall, and she couldn't help but sigh. She missed it. It was awful, and she hated it there, but in some ways she missed it.

She missed all of her friends. She missed how she used to be at Hogwarts. Angel always used to be laughing or smiling, and could find a positive thing in any situation. It was what she used to be good at. Nowadays, however, Angel was different. She had lost her hyper streak, and had completely forgotten how to find a positive thing in most situations. That was what Angel missed. She missed herself and how she used to be, as selfish as it sounded. Angel had changed a lot. She had grown up, the one thing she swore to herself she'd never do. She actually hated it.

[Ian Hunt]

"I remember you," I laugh slightly, but I'm not sure where the sudden good humour has come from. I owe Angel a lot, I suppose, even if sometimes her optimism either scared or irritated me, I do owe her an awful lot for actually being my friend during my worst years.
I'd like to say I've gotten better since then. But I haven't. I still suffer from depression, I'm still a masochist, I still have a temper and I'm still self-absorbed.
I just seem to be getting crazier by the day because I seem to have accepted my identity disorder and now we converse regularly. This is probably not good.

"How long were you in France? All this time?" I ask, then frown just a little, "Why were you in France?"
It's almost a coincidence. All that time I've had to be in that God forsaken country over the past ten years, and she's been there all this time while I didn't even remember who she was.
Maddie and I got married in France...well, sort of. And her Dad lives there, so sometimes I get dragged along to see him too, much as I'd rather not.

Then I grin slightly, "Yeah, it's pretty sorted out now. Maddie's just fine. And all the kids are just fine too."
I'm not sure if she ever even got to meet Alex, or if we fell out of touch before he was born. I'm not sure if she knows about Poppy. Or Violet. I have four kids now, and a whole mass of a sprawling family tree, but when I knew her, I had none of that. Yes, I suppose it is all pretty sorted out now.
Maybe I've got a little better since back then.

[Angel Simons]

Angel could feel herself smiling again, this time even bigger than before. She then nodded a little, and her smile turned into a frown. "After things didn't work out with me and that bastard we all like to call Jason," she said while shuddering at his name, "I had to move back into the orphanage because I was under eighteen, however there wasn't enough room, so I got sent to a boarding school in France that taught magic, however it was mostly manners and etiquette based, so I spend most of my school years learning to drink from a teacup with your pinkie up..." She explained while frowning. "I was in school until I was twenty, and I've only just been brave enough, and been able to afford, coming back home."

Angel thought for a minute. "I never thought I'd see you again... I really missed you. You had me worried about you for nothing," she moaned, fake glaring at him and punching his arm lightly. "How many kids do you have now?" She asked, smiling at him yet again. She was happy that things had finally been sorted with his life. He deserved some happiness after everything he went through before. It had been so long since she'd smiled like that, and she thanked him for it. She hadn't been properly happy in a while.

Angel felt she owed Ian a lot. He was always there for her when she needed him. Almost to a sickeningly perfect level. He never failed to cheer her up, either. They had the best of conversations, in Angel's opinion. Most of the conversations she remembered belonged to her and Ian. Whether it was about Smurfs or ice cream, she had no bad memories of him. Angel found this odd, as normally when she remembered someone, the bad memories would always come back first. This time, however, it was the opposite.

[Ian Hunt]

I frown a little at all that, but I just nod and decide against questioning her further.
I suppose it's one of those things, maybe it's best that now we're both aware that we just won't mention it again. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to go into detail if it was so awful after all.
"Well, at least you're home now."

"Now what would you do a stupid thing like that for?" I grin slightly. I wish I could say that I'd missed her too, and I'm sure I did when I thought about her, but I didn't really have much time to spare her thoughts at all. Everything happened so fast and it was one thing after another and everything just sort of melted into each other and people got forgotten and some of the relationships I did actually value sort of crumbled through. I suppose, I might redo that if I had the chance.
"Four," I answer with a small laugh.
I hated kids when I knew Angel, and I really never intended on procreating, but I suppose I'm pretty glad that I did. I also never intended on being a stay-at-home father/uncle/older brother for the rest of my life, but it seems that how it's shaping out.

[Angel Simons]

Angel nodded. At least you ARE home now, and there's people here who care about you. That is home. Not that stupid orphanage or the boarding school. The place where people care about you and you actually have friends. Angel Simons, welcome home... She thought, making a huge smile come to her face. She could feel her cheeks starting to ache from all of the smiling she wasn't used to, but she just couldn't seem to stop herself. She was just too happy at that moment. She didn't want to be miserable or look miserable. She wanted to show the world how happy she was, as it didn't happen often.

"I'm sorry I care," she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him. Angel supposed the childish side of her never really went, and just certain people brought it out of her again. "So... Four children. I can remember when you didn't even want one, back in the day. You were dreading it... Oh how it's all changed. You're getting old, Ian love," she teased, chuckling a little. "You can't have changed that much, surely. Is my Ian still in there somewhere?" Ian hadn't changed physically at all, but she was sure he had mentally. He almost seemed normal! Angel couldn't believe it. "I guess we just grew up, huh?" She asked herself, frowning slightly.

[Ian Hunt]

"Damn right you are," I grin, although I'm glad that she does. Well, glad and guilty that apparently I didn't care enough.
"Mhm," I agree amusedly, "I guess we did grow up. I'm pushing thirty, how bleak is that?"
I'm not really bothered about my age, I never have been, apart from when Poppy asks 'how old are you anyway? like fourty?' I am not fourty yet, and I'm pretty sure that I don't look it. I hope so anyway.

[Angel Simons]

Angel laughed a little. "Wow, thirty. You're so old! Actually, I'm only a year or so younger than you... Heh. I'm 27 now... Oh well. Just because I'm old on the outside doesn't mean I have to be old on the inside," she said, smiling childishly. "I never imagined us growing up. It seemed so long ago, didn't it? Do you ever miss being that age? Forget about all the awful things that happened then. Do you ever just miss being 17 and stuff again? I know I do... Still, we're all here and alive. At least that counts for something..."

Angel's happy tone of voice was replaced by a low, dull tone, remembering being told about all of those who had died in the war and just walking about. Cassy, for example. Still, Angel knew she must be happy. That was in the past, but she just couldn't seem to find a good thing about it. The ever-positive Angel had left, after all. Tears came to her eyes, but she quickly shook them away and sighed, thinking instead about happy things. She thought about meeting her friends again, and seeing Ian well and happy. This made her eyes shine bright with happiness again and she soon forgot about the depressing subject she was just thinking about.

[Ian Hunt]

"It was so long ago," I shake my head slightly, "But no, I don't miss it, surprisingly."
I don't, and I can say it with all honesty. Back then, I would still be the way I was, war or not. The war aggravated it, but I would have still been that way.
And back then, I didn't have any of everything that I had now, and I didn't realise how lucky I was to be alive when so many other people weren't.
I don't miss being that young at all.

"Bill!" Abby suddenly announces, for which I'm grateful as it sort of breaks up the heavy thought chain, but not so grateful when she throws her arm out to point in one direction and I nearly end up dropping her.
"No, not Bill," I mutter, shaking my head.
It's not, if Poppy really was over there, then she'd have made her presence known properly by now.

[Angel Simons]

Angel found herself frowning in confusion. "Bill?" She asked. "What is she talking about?" She looked at Abby, then smiled a little. It was so nice to see Ian happy with a family. It was a sight Angel never thought she'd get to see, but she was so pleased she had. She remembered that Ian had never planned on any of this before, when they'd spend hours in the Room of Requirement, just talking about nothing at all. Futures and such. So much had happened since then... She was just glad he was here and well. She was pleased he'd survived.

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[Ian Hunt]

"Bill's my oldest," I shrug with a wry grin, "Except her name's not Bill. It's Poppy. And she's around here somewhere, sulking."
"Bill!" Abby sticks a hand out in the same direction, looking earnestly at Angel as if she'll understand better than I am, obviously.
I glance briefly behind Angel just to make sure I'm really not missing her, but I'm still sure she's not there, so I just shrug a little bit and readjust Abby so I can hold her more comfortable without her slipping my grip. Maddie would never forgive me if I dropped her.

[Angel Simons]

"You really should listen to your children more, Ian. Follow where she's pointing. At least to entertain her, even if Poppy isn't in that direction," Angel told Ian, laughing a little. She then turned to Abby. "Is Bill over there, Abby? Should we go over and see?" She asked Abby, smiling a little.

This sort of scene made Angel regret choosing the life she had. She could have had all of this, but she chose not to. Sometimes she regretted it, but other times she was so pleased she had chosen this life over that one. She didn't think she'd be a good mother at all. She was too childish herself. That was the main reason she was pleased she didn't have a family. That didn't mean that she still didn't want one, however.

[Ian Hunt]

"Sorry," I laugh.
I never quite get the balance right, but I could be a much worse father, I'm sure. I'm sort of a neglegent pushover most of the time, as I often forget they're around and I do let them get away with anything at all. Eventually, I'll get it right.
Abby's eyes widen a little bit as she realises she's being spoken to, and she promptly burries her head in my shoulder.
"She's shy," I laugh softly.

[Angel Simons]

"She is so adorable. I want one!" Angel laughed, smiling at the girl. "Abby, sweety," she started in a soft tone, "do you know where Bill is? Please help us. Your daddy is very scared, and you don't like your daddy being scared. It's not nice" Angel looked at the girl and saw herself as a young child. It was odd, in a way. She had never seen someone quite like herself before, and it made her a little nervous.

As a child, Angel was the shyest girl anyone had ever seen. She was also very observant, meaning that she often knew things, but was far too shy to tell people. Angel would never talk to anyone at all. Ever. She spend most of her time hiding, mostly behind books, which is the main reason she read so much after that. She did grow out of her shyness, though, and she only hoped that Abby would too. "How old is she?" Angel asked Ian, smiling at him.

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[Ian Hunt]

I laugh slightly, "Yeah, get that alot."
Surprisingly, didn't get that so much with Poppy, Alex and Violet. They were pretty loud and boisterous, so much as people smiled good-naturedly and everything...never really heard that.
Abby's just very quiet, mute by choice and generally peaceful. Lucked out with this one, as her siblings cause enough trouble.
"She's just turned three," I smile slightly, absently tucking her hair back behind her ear as Abby shakes her head vigorously in a possible response to Angel's question, although she could possibly just be shaking her head for the hell of it.
It's hard to tell.

[Angel Simons]

Angel found herself a laughing. "Ian Hunt, family man. I never thought it of you! The one thing I'd never expect of you, and you've done it. Congratulations. You have managed to surprise Angel Simons," she laughed, shaking her head a little. She watched Ian's movements, and noticed how much he did seem to care for her. She'd never seen anything like it from Ian. She knew that it would be something she remembered until she died. That would be in her memory, if nothing else. It made her happy to see him like that.

Angel lay a gentle hand on Abby's back, and stroked it a little, before walking off in the direction Abby was pointing in a few moments before. She figured there must have been something there for Abby to point, or she just wanted to keep her happy. She turned back to Ian. "Are you coming or not?" She asked, chuckling a little.

[Ian Hunt]

"That's quite an acheivment," I laugh, although having it said like that it is sort of...surprising.
I haven't really noticed as the change has been gradual, but I suppose...yeah, it doesn't really make much sense all things considering.
Funny what time can do.

"Alright, to this way," I nod, following Angel a little way in the direction Abby was so fascinated in not very long ago.

[Angel Simons]

Watching Ian, Angel thought for a moment. "I do still hope my old Ian is in there somewhere, though. I'd hate for him to be gone completely..." She said, a little quietly. In her mind, if the Ian she once knew was completely gone, this new Ian was almost a stranger to her. She would have no idea who he was. And Angel had already thought about how she didn't think she could have lived without Ian, so knowing that he really was gone for good would kill her. Oh Angel, it's not like he's dead. He's right there in front of you! Grow up...

Angel continued walking where Abby had pointed, then asked Ian if he'd seen anything that grabbed his attention.

[Ian Hunt]

"He is," I mutter under my breath in response.
To be honest, he won't leave me alone. I'd have thought after fourteen years of an identity crisis, it might be over by now, but apparently it's not.

"Can't see anything," I shake my head, glancing down at Abby who's now grinning widely, "You seeing things baby?"

[Angel Simons]

Angel looked at Abby with a puzzled sort of look. She then pointed at Abby for Ian's sake. "Why is she smiling? Abby, do you see something?" She asked, not sure if Abby would reply or not due to her shyness. Angel looked all around her, although wasn't really sure what she was looking for. "What does Poppy look like?" She asked, trying to get a vague idea of who she was looking for, as recognising her would be a little hard if she had no idea what Poppy looked like.

"You can't have changed that much. It's only been a few years, after all..." She decided, sighing a little. It was a sigh of relief. Angel didn't know whether he was happy that the old Ian was still there or not, but she sure was. She didn't know why. If Ian was unhappy with himself before, surely he'd be unhappy that part of him was still the same old Ian. She felt bad for feeling happy with him when he wasn't. She'd rather he was happy with himself and her be a little disappointed. She could get over it, after all. "Ian... Are you happy with your life? Honestly?" Angel asked, really curious about what he was about to say.

[Ian Hunt]

"She just grins for no reason," I laugh softly, as Abby crinkles her face up further, trying to smile as big as she possibly can, "As long as she's happy, I suppose."
"Uh...she has red hair," I supply with a small shrug, "And she's pale."
I can't really think of anything else to say about her, but then Abby adds knowledgeably, "Purple."
"Oh, and she's wearing a purple dress today," I shrug again, as I have no idea why she's doing this, "With purple socks on her hands."
I frown very slightly at this, as this was a sentence I'd never really expected to have to use to describe my offspring, but that was before I knew how weird Poppy was going to be. Most people who know her barely even notice she's unhinged anymore, but it's particularly obvious to strangers it seems.

I frown a little bit further at her next question though, then shrug non-committedly, "I guess. I mean, now I am, yes. I'm very happy now."
I am very happy now, I have a family and a life and I enjoy it, which is something I couldn't have said about my existence not so long ago.

[Angel Simons]

Angel nodded, only raising her eyebrows slightly at the socks comment. She then breathed in deeply, and shouted "POPPY HUNT! I HAVE YOUR FATHER HERE! IF YOU COME OUT WE WILL GIVE YOU LOADS OF SWEETS AND I WILL BUY YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!" She had no idea if it would work, but it was worth a try. Angel knew that she could shout a lot louder than Ian could, and probably a hell of a lot louder than Abby could. "Do you think that would work?" She asked Ian, a little curious. She now just wanted to see if it would work or not. Besides, she was rather wealthy after her France trip.

In France, people had approached her and as soon as she turned eighteen, they had given her all of her parents leftover money, and all of her Aunt's and Uncle's leftover money. She had quite a bit to spare, now. She could afford basically anything, however she was still keeping hold of it for a rainy day. She didn't really want to tell people about her money, though. She didn't want people coming up to her and acting like her friend just for money. She would hate that.

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[Ian Hunt]

I laugh softly, and Abby claps her hands over her ears insisting "HUSH!" as loud as she possibly can, screwing her eyes up tightly.
I, perhaps, should have mentioned that Abby hates loud noises.
Then I tilt my head slightly, "It might work. Depends if she's still in the vicinity, or if she's gone off to see that boy again."
I can't help but frown again at that slightly. I finally got it out of her that there was a boy, but that I wasn't to worry because he was really very sweet and they were just friends anyway. And then I finally got the name out of her, and promptly forbade her from ever speaking to Finley Andrews again, so now unsurprisingly, she hates me, but she'll see it from my perspective eventually.
So maybe she won't come back, even if she did hear, simply because I'm her least favourite person in the universe anyway.