lady_mary: Lady Mary Crawley walking the grounds at Downton Abbey (on the grounds)
After so many months bound at Milliways, Mary almost doesn't notice when her door home unexpectedly reappears one day.

(Almost.)

What began as an inconvenience eventually became a relaxing, if strange, holiday from the realities of home, but once she's sees the door, Mary knows it is her duty to return.

Anna welcomes Mary back as if she had only returned from a normal morning walk, judiciously choosing not to comment on Mary's change of outfit and shoddily styled hair.

(Even months at Milliways couldn't give Mary the skills to style her own her hair well. Some days she resorted to braiding it, like a much younger woman, but couldn't quite bring herself to wear it down.)

Mary spends the afternoon not hiding, but reacclimating herself to much more lavish surroundings, until it is time to dress for dinner.

~*~

Mrs. Crawley hasn't visited since Matthew left to take up his commission in the Army. Mary doesn't miss her company, specifically, but she can feel the hole Cousin Isobel's absence leaves in their Downton social circle, not the least because there's no one left to take up Sybil's side of things against Granny and Papa in dinner conversation. That role could fall to Mary, but she usually opts to make digs against Edith rather than taking any political stand.

Matthew writes, but not very often, and only to Papa. He reads the letters aloud to his daughters at breakfast. Those days, Mary's morning ride lasts longer than usual.

~*~

Mary is more conscious of Matthew's absence at Downton than she was at Milliways, but it's becoming an old ache. What she's surprised to realize is that she misses the friendships she had begun to build while she was away.

Anna, as always, is Mary's sounding board at home. She listens patiently, doesn't judge harshly, and gives advice that is both frank and kind. Mary shares stories about the many new people she's met: the foreign queen, the elf woman with the strange tattoos, the foul-mouthed American police woman, the faerie squire—even the unruly mob in unusual matching suits.

Anna begins to teach Mary to dress her own hair, and when Sybil finds out—she catches Mary practicing one day—she insists on learning, too. They hold practice sessions in Mary's room and can't resist the urge to use their meetings to share gossip along with hairdressing instructions. To Mary's surprise she find herself having fun.

~*~

If she were a different person, Mary might throw herself into work, but of course there isn't any work to do. (There are charity functions to attend in support of the war effort, but those are simply social obligations.) Instead, she decides to continue her musical study.

Edith finds Mary in the music room one day, practicing a tricky passage of Chopin.

"Mary?" she asks. "You're the last person I expected to find here."

Mary scowls at her. "I took the same lessons you did."

She doesn't really want to fight about this. It's not worth it. But with Edith, the worst always slips out.

She keeps practicing anyway, ignoring Edith's disbelief at her skill after so many years of neglect. One of these days she'll find herself at the end of the universe again, and she needs to be ready for Ysalwen's first lesson.
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31 July 1913

Papa received a letter from Aunt Rosamund this morning. Hopefully she scolded him about removing us to the country before the end of the Season. It's very wrong-headed of Papa to keep us from Wimbeldon and the regattas, all for the sake of a village flower show.

Papa and Sybil were quite shocked when I said a envy Aunt Rosamund. Yes, her husband is dead, but that was years ago and she barely knew him. And now she has the means to be free to do as she pleases. It's not so naïve as to believe my marriage will be a great romance. If that were the case, it would have happened years ago. I will be lucky, at this rate, to find someone tolerable.

~~

1 August 1913

A chance encounter with Cousin Matthew yielded intelligence that will not be pleasing to Edith. (Edith, I know you're always trying to read my journals, and if you continue, then it serves you right that you won't like what you read.) Despite Edith's declaration that if I wouldn't have Matthew, she would, and her pursuant attempts to throw herself at him, he is decidedly not interested.

I'm surprised sometimes at how unobjectionable Cousin Matthew has turned out to be, for a man destined to steal my fortune from under my nose. Though he does still insist on riding that horrible bicycle around town. Why?


~~

7 August 1913

Edith was especially tedious today. Thanks to the rain I was unable to ride, and was instead stuck inside with her insidious prattling.

Mama has invited Sir Anthony Strallan to dinner tomorrow, I expect with the intention of throwing him at me. I may not be a débutante, but I'm not desperate. Has it really come to this?

Had Papa let us remain in London there would be far better prospects.

~~

8 August 1913

Why must I ruin positively everything?

I don't know how it happened, but rumours of my lost virtue have reached London, thus Mama's latest attempt at matchmaking. She's only trying to help, but the idea of it is unfathomable. Except to Edith, apparently.

Why did I have to challenge her? What does it prove? That I am more attractive and appealing? Everyone knows that. Let her throw herself at that boring old fossil.

Cousin Matthew was the only tolerable company at dinner. I might've gone so far as to say he was quite good company, but I've ruined that now too. He was offended that I ignored him after dinner, and he was right to be. It was all a game. Under other circumstances I would know better, but Edith's smug grin is simply infuriating.

If what she wants is to anger me, she has done it.

~~

9 August 1913

Mr. Molesley's roses were the finest in the village, as ever, but in an unexpected turn of events, Granny allowed him to win the cup. Perhaps even the most stubborn of the Crawleys can change.

Granny and Cousin Isobel may have settled their differences, but I fear Matthew has not forgiven me yet. I apologized, but he remained cold for the rest of the day. Thank goodness we return to London in two days. I cannot take any more of his disappointed looks.

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