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The O'Brien Lodge, Gourt
Andromeda paced up and down the sitting room waiting for her friends to pop out of the fireplace at any moment. She knew the chances of them all arriving together were slim at best but still she hoped. She also knew that it could be today or tomorrow, wringing her hands in anticipation she continued her pacing. Her uncle Patrick had left earlier to go back up to the house, as he was getting agitated just looking at her. It was great to be back, the hullabaloo that her family had made over her was amazing. She had forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by people who knew every little cut and scape, every frown and tear that she ever had growing up, as well as all the laughter and good times. They had done nothing but have barb-b-q's every night so far and her grandmother had insisted they have a camp fire when all her friends arrived. Andy had been overwhelmed when she had seen her again, the two hugged one another for what seemed like an eternity.
Taking a deep breath she through herself down on the large beige couch and picked up a magazine, crossing her slender denim clad legs and flipping the pages. Andy had to wear a long sleeved t-shirt since she got back so none of her family would see any of her scars and begin a tirade of questions. Still restless she threw down the magazine again and stood up once more, butterflies now in her stomach. Would they like her home? Would they like her family?