The years had been kind to Lynn Stuart, and she woke up nearly every day not quite believing that she could be doing as well as she was. She’d kept up near-perfection with each of her classes at Hogwarts, and by the time she graduated, Lynn knew that she could train to be anything she wanted. But the fact of the matter was that she had no desire to hold any magical profession.

It wasn’t that she scorned the world of wizardry, far from it; she adored it, and everything it had to offer. But her true passions lay in things that she hadn’t really studied at Hogwarts. After graduating, she spent her time working full-time in a bookstore and finishing a novel she’d started in her last year of Hogwarts. Once done, she’d set about marketing it to various publishers, and spent what free time she had performing. Despite several nibbles on her book, and one offer by a small press, publishing her books wasn’t what she put her heart into.

Over the years, she’d become a remarkable stage actress, appearing in many formidable plays and performing in several prestigious theatres. Her name wasn’t hugely well-known, but to any who attended theatre on a semi-regular basis, she was one of the cream of the crop. Though she still tended to gravitate towards more serious roles, she took a comedic part now and then to cater to the humorous side of her soul.

Lynn had done her best to stay in touch with her friends from Hogwarts, particularly Romeo McAllister, Arabella Vogue and Puck Goodfellow, but she’d managed to lose touch with all of them, sadly. She was hoping that this reunion would give her a chance to reunite with some of her nearest and dearest.

As she stood before Armand’s manor, just out of sight of the entrance, Lynn gathered her courage and pomp. Physically, the years had also been good to her, only accentuating the gracious curves she’d possessed throughout half of her years at Hogwarts and the gentle beauty in her face. Still moderately tall at 5’9, she was slender, but with enough weight to still show off her curves. She had never been one to wish for a pencil-thin body, and thank Merlin for it, because she had never had one.

Grinning, she patted her hair once to make sure it was still as she wanted it – short, flouffy, simple (ooc: Demi Moore in ‘Ghost’) – and then smoothed her dress. Wearing a knee-length navy blue velvet dress with no sleeves and a daring neckline, she drew attention to her ballerina-neck with a silver necklace and kept her feet comfy, yet stylish, in simple black heels, raising her to 5’10.

Taking a deep breath, Lynn walked in the door to the mansion, feeling every bit as confident as she knew her smile portrayed. Spying several people that she knew, Lynn grinned and waved at them, stopping briefly to promise that she would be back to chat later, and sauntered through the hallway. The person she saw next made her stop in her tracks and her heart fall into her throat.

Sean Abernathy-Raelene. How could this be happening? Oh, Goddamn, she should have realized that he would be here … and with a beautiful, kind-looking woman on his arm, too. While Lynn had always thought of herself as being extremely pretty, this girl was gorgeous.

The last time she’d talked to Sean, he had just tried to get her to agree to marry him in the future. She had returned his bracelet to him and run out of the Great Hall, devastated – not from what he had done, but how he had reacted when she said no. For brief moments, it had brought back painful glimpses of how every other boy she had ‘dated’ before him had seen her: nothing but a trophy. Lynn knew now, and she’d known then, that Sean wasn’t selfish, and that he truly had loved her, but she would never be sorry for leaving that relationship.

Still, to see him now, after managing to avoid him for the next few months and then never hearing from him again? This would take the best of her abilities to stay calm.

Resuming her trademark saunter, Lynn walked down the hall towards them and tapped Sean on the shoulder, cocking her head slightly and smiling kindly at him and the woman beside him. “Fancy seeing you here,” she said, crossing her arms as she surveyed them both. Yes. There were wedding rings on their fingers. She flashed a grin at the woman and offered a hand to her. “Lynn Stuart. I was a couple years below Sean.”