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[mmquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox is clutching a book, today, as she enters the bar; she makes her way over to the counter, climbs up onto a seat, and sits down to flip through it, a faint scowl of a frown on her face

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[merrimanlyon]

He'd spoken to her once before, when she approached him. He approaches her now, cup of tea in hand and newspaper tucked under one arm.

'Good evening, Miss Lennox,' he says quietly, with a grave but polite nod.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary watches him, more than a little warily; warier by far than as of the last time they'd talked.

"You are Mr. Lyon.

You helped to take the spell off of me, I think."

[merrimanlyon]

He nods. 'I did, yes. It was a very subtle spell.'

He might be watching her a trifle warily as well.

[mmquitecontrary]

"I suppose it was," Mary says, stiffly, "if that means that nobody noticed it.

You are one of the same kind of person as Will Stanton - one of the ones who work for the Light. Aren't you?"