macmary

[macmary]

edgar :

CLOSED STARTER WITH MARY || @macmary​

where: First Floor Balcony  when: Within the first hour of the Solstice Ball

tw: alchohol

Edgar told himself that he didn’t normally escape with a friend to a locked balcony, but who was he kidding. He loved a little bit of mischief and finding Mary at the ball, their eyes locked and they instantly knew they were keen for some fun. A simple unlocking spell let them slip off to a closed portion of the house and onto a closed balcony where they would have some privacy. Edgar gracefully pulled a flask of firewhiskey from his inside pocket and grinned at Mary. “Let’s play a drinking game.” He said, so eager to get drunk so that he could cope with spending the whole night with stuck up purists. “How about never have I ever? It’s a muggle game but I’m sure you’ve heard of it?” 

      as taken as they were with the way they looked tonight,   adorned in sparkling rainbows,   mary couldn’t begin to shake the mounting feeling of inadequacy that crept upon them when faced with the crowds of pureblood witches,   wizards  &  wix assembled at east india house.   it was a far cry from the house parties and pub crawls they were used to,   and one didn’t need an expert to understand that pura sorores translated to pure sisters.   scoffing incredulously at the very thought that they’d be accepted in a place like this,   it’s no surprise that their thoughts soon turn to the quickest...   most enjoyable route to making the evening as an outsider amongst purists bearable.   and it was edgar bones’ handsome,   little face that fit the bill.   allowing him to take the lead,   the wix was more relieved than they care to let on that they’d found...   or rather,   trespassed their way to a place of solitude,    isolated from the elite masses.   and with a flask of firewhiskey on offer,   a great beam of a smile graces the lips of the wix,   ❛   edgar,    i’m  muggleborn...   of  course,   i’ve  heard  of  it!   ❜   they explain enthusiastically,   nodding along with his suggestion,   eager for all that the game would entail...   though mostly for the drunken high that would follow,   ❛   have  you  pre-gamed  at  all...   completely  sober,   eaten  anything?   i’m  all  for  getting  drunk  fast  but  if  there’s  a  possibility  you’re  going  to  throw  up  all  over  this  gown,   i  gotta  draw a  line!   ❜   

[macmary]

larkin ​:

WHO: mary macdonald ( @macmary​ ) WHERE: the ministry of magic

FOR all intents and purposes, this should have been an ordinary day – though Larkin never liked being much of an errand boy, he supposes that sometimes, it was nice not having to skulk around corners, doing the bidding of greater Death Eaters. Even so, the light is not something Larkin is used to, and walking under the gaze of daylight feels amiss. 

He knew the sun once. The unfettered warmth of its touch, the way it never discriminated who it’d touch. Of course, that was forever ago, lost to a space he no longer traversed, in fear of what it would reflect back onto his soul. Monsters could not be in the light, for they are unable to face their own monstrosity. Plainly said, Larkin Mulciber could not be good.  

It’s retribution then, when he files into the lift at the Ministry without looking. From the corner of his eye, he spots the bounce of brown curls, the curve of a familiar pair of lips  and his heart stops in his chest and falls the foot down into the pit of his stomach. Thankfully, there is a crowd between him and them to buffer the connection, but the connection is almost too forceful to bear. One by one, the other people file out of the lift, the robotic lilt of the phantom voice clucking away at each floor — all until it is just him and them, like it was before. 

Things had always seemed easier when it was just the two of them, sneaking away into their secret like their own world — but now? Now, the hesitance and tension is practically unbearable in its weight. Larkin never lets his guard down, but even now, his shoulders stay tight, his hands balled into fists by his side. He doesn’t dare to look at them, not even a single bit. In a few moments, the lift would stop and one of them would leave, and they would never have to speak again, not for another thousand years — 

The lift stops. The lights flicker. Larkin takes a sip of a breath, and holds, but nothing makes another sound or movement. Letting out his held breath, he releases himself from his tightened stance, careful to address the other without allowing himself a single glance. “This bloody thing’s stuck,” he says stiffly. “Do y’know how to fix this?”

      it was an idle job really.   they scarcely visited the ministry as it was,   there being no need to outside of the occasional visit to see friends over a coinciding lunch break,   but especially rare following their mission to steal the prophecy.   one couldn’t risk the likelihood,   or rather,   the eventuality that they’d be recognised,   subsequently pulled away and questioned over their very being there.   more surprising turn of events had happened however,   the wix having found themselves sent there to scope out just how pressing an issue it actually was to the ministry.   or,  if they’d even noticed it was gone...   all the while,   their home team worked tirelessly to uncover the prophecy’s true meaning.    

      the day was like any other,   mary could have guessed.   grand,   domineering interior wasted upon the mundane energy about the place,   juxtaposed with the great number of witches,   wizards  &  wix who flittered around the atrium.   dashing from one place to another.   it’s so,   that mary’s paying very little mind to those around them,   letting others pass and pivot around their brightly dressed form.   mind otherwise transfixed on getting downstairs,   prying as best they knew how and promptly,   getting back out.   

      it’s only as soft,   brown hues rake across a strikingly familiar form that such a plan goes up in flames.  darkness seems to encroach upon the lift car,   sucking air from their lungs  &  optimism from their mind.   any sense of protection,   the walls they’d built up in their time apart,   rendered wholly useless against his being there.   his really being there.   nightmares,   and remnants of that night combined could have hardly prepared mary for the nauseating reality.   they’d built it up in their mind,   of course...   fantasised about revenge and closure alike when face to face with him again but such confidence had all been vain...   as stood just a way away from larkin mulciber,   all that remained was the sole hope that his presence was to be short lived. 

      frozen,   the safety net depletes.  the wix defenceless as the lift descends...   as do the number of workers along with it.   icing on top of the ‘perfect’ day creeping in on mary as their car lurches to an abrupt,  entirely unwelcome stop.   a hand eagerly clamps to the rail beside them,   desperate to ground themselves amongst the silent chaos unfolding around them.   his refusal to even look at them stings more than mary cares to admit,   tense words the only acknowledgment he grants.   evidently,   his deceit having developed to all out disgust in their time apart.    a flat   ❛   no.   ❜   is all mary can stomach out in response,   gaze fixated on the marble floor before them...   unstimulating but anything to distract from the overwhelming panic otherwise flooding their senses.   ❛   just...   don’t  say  anything  else.   ❜   they cry,   reaching over to push a button which would,   merlin deliver them,   call the attendant on duty. 

[macmary]

mary  macdonald  attending  pura  sorores’  summer  solstice  ball  at  east  india  house,   june  1983.   

      taking inspiration from the greek goddess of the rainbow,   iris  &  wanting,   quite anxiously,   to adhere to the pura sorores’ strict dress code for the evening whilst also representing themselves,   mary wears a turquoise tulle gown with a curved corset bodice and sweeping embroidery depicting pastel shades of the rainbow.   using a recycled dress and adding new layers of tulle to the underskirt to give a softness and lightness to the gown,   mary has used coloured beads,   sequins and crystals to gently embroider the flowing curves of the rainbow onto the body of the gown.   as always,   it was a painstaking job for the wix but one they were more than happy to do as events such a these are some of the only opportunities they get to indulge in their true passion.   not only that but they get to wear the finished product and reap their just rewards for all the hard work they put in.   mary wears their iris-inspired gown with a pair of purple heeled sandals,   the shade of purple matched to the embroidered beads,   with ribbons straps that run up their legs,   as well as gold jewellery to compliment the look  —  in particular,   a pair of iridescent wing earrings that pay homage to the wings iris was said to wear on her shoulders as messenger of the gods.   mary’s makeup is soft  &  simple once again,   save for the multi-chromatic eyeshadow that sees each eye dusted in glittery pigments,   one half of the rainbow on each lid.   their hair is worn in brilliant curls that run down their back and their special touch...   being the shimmering,   iridescent effect their skin has upon touching the light.    mary also takes along a rainbow moonstone in their golden pendant,   not only on-brand for their themed look but to represent summer’s new beginnings  &  fresh starts.   two things mary is very much open to at the ball.  

[macmary]

      mary   ellery   mcdonald   .

      why  do  young  poets  all  write  about  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞?   maybe  it’s  because  we  can  relate.   to  a  goddess?   —  to  being  half  𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆  and  half  𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆.   you  too,   can  be  both.   

[macmary]

maren :

Maren picked back up her rag and went back to polishing glasses as Mary spoke, the task feeling less odious now that she had company. She nodded along as she listened to Mary, guessing at the double meaning behind their words. She remembered Mary’s ordeal at the hands of Mulciber well or at least, she remembered the aftermath of it. The anger on the wix’s behalf that covered the very real fear that something similar could happen to Maren herself. She knew Mary didn’t like talking about it, but she still had to ask. “How are you holding up? I hope it’s not dredging up too many bad memories for you.” Maren was just as eager to take Mary’s hand when they reached out, and she returned their squeeze with feeling. “Benjy’s strong, just like you, he’ll come back ‘round.”

      freshly buffed  &  polished,   the glasses were stacked in a neat formation,   one mary tried their best to maintain but had a penchant for messing up in favour of one their own design.   ❛   no,   no...   i’m  fine.   i  think  i’ve  had  enough  other  things  going  on  to  keep  my  mind  off  it.   ❜   they lie,   veiled by warm reassurance as mary shakes their head vigorously in response.   the wix certainly didn’t want to lie,   especially not to maren but in doing so,   they were avoiding the topic altogether.   or so they thought.    ❛   i’m  sure  he’ll  pull  through,   i  just  know  what  it’s  like  to  go  through  something  like  that...   and  when  he  wakes  up,   i  guess  i  want  to  make  sure  he’s  got  a  good  support  system  around  him  ‘cause  that’ll  make  a  world  of  difference.   ❜   mary adds,   offering maren’s hand another grateful squeeze,   and a sincere wink to boot.   merlin knew they’d not have been able to get as far as they had without their friends there to support them each step of the way.   it was for them that mary persevered.   

[macmary]

laurel :​

Given the images that she continued to see of the night of Benjy’s attack, Laurel was grateful for the busy nights she had bouncing between the Foutain and the Fair Faribault’s. It keep her distracted enough to feel as though life was going on as normal while also helping her try regain her positive and carefree attitude. It didn’t help her thoughts that many in the Order were just as disturbed and unnerved by the whole ordeal either she would’ve thought they would take some action rather quickly but everyone was coming up empty handed. With the days passing, part of her was curious if she’d overhear anything amongst her coworkers in Knockturn Alley, with many of them being creatures themselves who knows what they might know? As the lunch rush had gone and went, the blonde focused her duties on cleaning up the glasses behind the bar in an attempt to keep her mind from wandering too much. “Hmm,” Her eyes drawing away as Mary approached her, “Gotta say I’ve been better but things are looking up every day.” She admitted to her sister’s friend, while she may have habored a bit of frustration with them when she first found out about Maren being involved with Order, overall she appreciated the friendship they had with her youngest sister and working together had helped grow the friendship the Veela currently had with them. “Honestly it’s probably best you weren’t there,” Laurel sighed, setting the clean glass in her hand down, remembering even the Aurors who were there at the crime scene could barely believe what had happened. “I think we could arrange a gift basket of goodies to send him, some sweets and drinks to help deal with it all would be nice. Maybe if we’re allowed we can hand deliever it ourselves but I don’t know what kind of procautions everyone is taking.”

      “looking up”,   as laurel put it,   seemed a world away at the moment.   in spite of small victories,   the bad seemed to persist nonetheless.   resolute in its pursuit of them.   idealism had always come easily to mary,   something habitual they’d maintained since childhood,   something they’d yet to let go of.   always one for looking on the brighter side,   optimistic to a fault,   but when everything unfolding around them held such personal stakes,   the fallout stung just that much more  &  hit that much harder.   it wasn’t soothed by the helplessness they felt,   stuck behind the bar as they were...   it felt like all they could do was watch and listen for anything that could aid them.   whether that be in order business,  or leads in benjy’s attack.   they’d take what they could get.   silas  &  corin crept across their mind too,   the father-daughter pair still weighing heavy on mary’s heart  —  deemed irremovable in the absence of developments.   they could well have screamed in frustration at that very moment,   but mary instead embraces laurel’s company,   ever grateful she was there to keep them grounded.   the wix heeds the blonde’s words,   nodding gently,   ❛   you’re  probably  right.   ❜   mary replies,   quite aware that having been there...   seeing the blood in person would have set them off.   hurt them in silent,   unspeakable ways just as the lake had during theirs  &  remus’ party.   it’s easy enough to imagine however,   made even more so by the look gracing the others’ features.   ❛   i  just...   hate  to  think  that  there  was  something  any  of  us  could  have  done  to  prevent  it.   if  someone  had  just  been  with  him...   ❜   then,   maybe he’d be alright.   regretful words remain unsaid,   conveyed instead through their bittersweet expression,   dark brows furrowed in discontent,   their lips drawn in a thin,   pensive line.   ❛   ‘suppose  i’ll  have  to  nose  around  a  bit  and  see  what  condition  he’s  in now...   if  there’s  been  any  improvements  that  mean  he  can  take  visitors  and  a  big  group  of  us  can  go  along.   i  reckon  any  precautions  in  place  are  just  there  to  keep  whoever  did  that  to  him  out.   ❜

[macmary]

alastor ​:

Alastor was tired. He had barely slept the night before and his mind was constantly working, connecting dots and asking questions. To say he had become accustomed to it all would be an understatement. Over the years, Alastor had slowly learnt how to cope with it all, which was as good as it was bad. At times, he would purposely throw himself into his work so that he wouldn’t need to deal with his own life and emotions. He watched as Mary removed a quaffle and wand from their bag, instantly realising what the other had done. “Smart.” He said simply, “At least you learnt something at Hogwarts.” he added as he watched the quaffle shimmer into a glass ball. He appreciated that they had the initiative to shroud the prophecy in a concealment charm in the case that they had been followed after the fight. He took the prophecy from Mary and rose, walking over to a cabinet which he unlocked with a swish of his wand. 

At the mention of Gideon he nodded. He knew that the man would soon be under great scrutiny and that it wasn’t easy being a spy amongst the Death Eaters for the Order. He couldn’t imagine the tasks that they might ask him to do. He placed the orb that swirled with greyish blue smoke onto a shelf and shut the doors tight, whispering protective spells over its glossy timber surface. “Yes, you might be right. The next time I see him I might just suggest that he stay away from Order business for a while, just until things die down.“ He now turned to face Mary, his face stern yet somehow soft. “They might be suspicious of how we remain a step ahead of them. Fingers will be pointed and things might heat up.” He paused, contemplating if there was anything else he needed from Mary. “I don’t suppose you recognised anyone else?” 

      it was an honour to have been asked by moody to participate in the mission but truthfully,   they didn’t think themselves nearly qualified enough.   not like their friends were and especially not after everything that had happened.   they’d never been the greatest wix at hogwarts.   mary would readily admit to that.   having yearned for a family,   for even a semblance of belonging for as long as they had and to have finally found it within the school’s hallowed halls,   mary had thrown themselves into their new-found social life instead...   content in doing so too but following the incident,   their relationship with the wizarding world as they knew it began to fragment.   rendered strained and uncertain by what’d befallen them at the deceitful hands of a wizard who possessed such power and skill mary could only have dreamt to one day accomplish.  it was difficult not to dwell on it further when they’d began working as bar staff following graduation but of course,  the three of them had been selected for that very reason.   mary,   peter  &  sirius didn’t work for,   or in the ministry.   they were each in jobs that saw them gathering information,   spreading the order’s message and introducing new members into the fold.   it was cause for less concern,   lesser stakes if they were to get caught as opposed to a group of aurors.   taking benjy’s attack into consideration too,   it collectively sobered any and all thoughts mary had had of a grand victory over the death eaters.   just as scrubbing the brown paint from ted’s face had the night before.   the light they’d been so eager to share at the march all but snuffed out in its hideous aftermath. 

      ❛   i  just  want  to  ensure  he’s  alright.   the  odds  aren’t  exactly  in  his  favour  to  begin  with  over  there,   and  if  they  are  overly  eager  to  point  fingers  and  name  names,   i’d  hate  for  him  to  be  the  outlier  or  something.   ❜   is all mary can muster,   dark brows knit with concern at the very idea of gideon coming to harm as a response to the death eater’s failure.   he’d looked alright as the three of them had fled but they could hardly be sure of what became of him after that,   and given what’d transpired with benjy,   they’re convinced they should be on high alert.   watching on softly as the glistening orb is locked away behind cabinet doors,   the sight provides mary with at least,   some closure...   some comfort.   hopeful as to how the prophecy could aid their cause,   rather than it having fallen into the hands of the enemy.   eventually shifting their gaze upward to meet that of the elder man,   the wix is quick to nod in answer to his question,   ❛   it  was  borgin  and  burke  with  him.   erik  and  caius.   ❜   mary confirms,   ❛   i  imagine  they  were  chosen  for  a  reason...   relating  to  the  prophecy  itself  perhaps?   ❜

[macmary]

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy Not me, if you ever cared to ask Good for you, you’re doin’ great out there without me Baby, like a damn sociopath

OLIVIA RODRIGO - good 4 u

[macmary]

dorcas ​:

WHO: MARY MACDONALD WHERE: THEIR APARTMENT

✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊*•̩̩͙✩ @macmary​ ✩•̩̩͙*˚＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩

“Okay so be honest, what d’ya think ??   I was trying something new and I think I’m better off burying this and pretending it never existed.   I swear it looks a lot better in Twillfit like I promise.   But now…now I’m definitely in two minds about the whole thing so tell me, and don’t so the whole friend thing, just tell me if I look okay ?? ”

Had she told Mary she was planning a second or more accurate a second-take first date one that meant she couldn’t get distracted by Grease ??   No.   After all that had been the word on her lips that night ,   and she still hadn’t received a time and a place so maybe it wasn’t even happening but she hoped it was.   Part of her knew they would want to know all the details Doe didn’t have but outfit seemed to subtle hint. She just wanted to make sure she didn’t look like a House Elf.

      ❛   it’s  definitely...   different.   ❜   comes mary’s carefully considered reply.   different was and always had been a positive in their eyes.   anything new,   or unique was to be embraced and in allowing themselves a moment to take dorcas’ outfit in,   they’re convinced it can be saved.   no burying of clothes neccessary,   especially when it came to,   as the wix had already guessed,   a  date with a girl.   ❛   i  just  think  it  needs  reworking  a  little  bit,   y’know?   like,   trying  the  pieces  on  with  other  garments,   or  adding  an  accessory  here  and  there  to  pull  it  all  together.   ❜   there’s a smile pulling at their lips now,   wholly tempted by the idea of a movie-like makeover moment with their best friend.   it was,   after all,   what they knew best...   having spent their childhood watching their mum primp and preen over models before they strut down the runway,   or wandered over to their shoot.   and with super-model qualities of her own,   mary would readily take the opportunity to the release dorcas’ potential onto the world...   and most especially,   the girl she was planning on seeing.   ❛   come  on,   let’s  see  what  we  can  do  with  this.   ❜   

[macmary]

[macmary]

      in spite of the incident,   the fountain’s footfall had been very well sustained.   they were even busier really,   given how desperately everyone had flocked to the alley to catch a glimpse of the crime scene.   it was only now,   in the mid afternoon before the workers would flood in that they were experiencing a lull.   so much so that mary had taken to watching a group of wizards as they polished glasses.   the men sat in the far corner,  talking loudly about benjy,   the wix certain they didn’t know him,   given the tactless way in which they were discussing what’d happened to him.   it’s as they think about getting up and saying something that mary catches sight of the signature blonde hair.   overjoyed as ever to be working under and amongst the linwood sisters,   the mood was sombre still...   quite aware,   that similarly to the rest of the order,   the attack on benjy had taken each and every one of them entirely by surprise.   they hadn’t really had much time to think on it all,   amongst everything else that had gone on but mary knew full well that it wasn’t sitting right with them.   just as booker bagnold’s murder hadn’t.   and given the evidence mounting up,   it looked as though they were looking to pin it all on a magical creature...   yet again.   quietly despondent,   though wearing a pensive smile,  they turn to address the middle linwood sister gently,   ❛   how  are  you  holding  up,   laurel?   ❜   there was no denying that they were far closer with maren,   given the closeness in age but having worked in the fountain the past couple of years had provided mary plenty enough time to get to know her elder sisters,  introduce them to the order even,   and mary above all else,   was grateful for the companionship,   particularly in times as hard as these,   ❛   i  was  thinking  we  should  all  arrange  a  visit  to  see  him  if  we  can.   or  send  him  something  perhaps...   i  feel  bad  enough  as  it  is  knowing  i  wasn’t  there  when  it  happened,   y’know?   ❜

      closed   starter   for   laurel   linwood   /   @laurel-linwood​

[macmary]

marlene :

Who: @macmary

Where: Lily & Marly’s apartment

People kept asking her how she was, those from the order atleast. Benjy had been her mentor after all, shouldn’t she be feeling something? Sadness? Worry? Fear? Anger? Maybe that was the problem, because she could feel them all at once, so many emotions it felt like they swirled in her chest. If anything it made her numb. Because hadn’t they been expecting something to go wrong after Dumbledore’s letter? Marlene had been on the look out for that very reason, fingers barely brushing past her wand for the entirety of the march. Adamant that there wasn’t going to be yet another body just like Halloween. She guessed that was something atleast wasn’t it? Atleast Benjy hadn’t passed, even if it was a close call.

Swirling deep reds and burgundy’s across the canvas in front of her with delicate hands, a slow breathe slipped from her lips as she painted, hoping it would bring her some peace like it normally did. But instead she just wanted to set it alight. Hearing a knock at the door, the witch called “It’s open-” as she moved to wipe off her brush on a tissue, going to her bedroom door frame to see through to the main front door. At the sight of Mary’s a soft smile pulled onto the edge of her features as she tilted her head lightly at them. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” The witch spoke as she nodded and pointed with her paintbrush for Mary to take a seat. A small smirk pulling onto her lips as she asked on her way to the fridge with a wiggle of her eye brows: “Pumpkin juice Mar?” 

      the eventful nature of the past few days could not be understated.   mary,   for one,   felt as though they were being pulled in at least...   a dozen different directions.   from the march to the mission,   to the prophecy and order business,   work,   ted,   the attack on benjy and its subsequent fallout.   they’d scarcely had a moment to breathe and yet,   their concerns had so swiftly fallen upon marlene.   mary,   acutely aware of the bond to two shared and conscious of the tremendous toll halloween had taken on their best friend,   the wix was eager to drop in and see her.   if not to check in,   then to talk...   freely,   friend to friend.   they’d so dearly missed her spirited presence in their life.   

      hearing marlene’s voice from within the flat,   her presence confirmed,   mary lets themselves inside.   met with word of their pumpkin debacle mere moments later.   groaning playfully,   their head hung back in melodramatic shame,   the wix moves towards the witch,   a trying smile upon their lips for really...   they should have known.   anticipated that sirius was certain to share around exactly what had happened inside the hall of prophecy at the first opportunity he had.   nudging marlene,   mary wastes no time in quipping back,   ❛   you  have  no  idea  how  long  it  took  to  pick  pumpkin  seeds  out  of  these  braids,   okay?   ❜   jovial words aside,   there was certainly more to that evening than they made out.   pumpkin seeds having been the very least of their worries come the march’s end but it was something mary could take in their stride nonetheless.   they could recognise the humour in it as much as anyone else and so,   sitting down at the girls’ kitchen table,   it’s easy to wear a smile in spite of it all,   ❛   i’ll  never  be  able  to  live  this  down,   huh?   i’ll  be  ‘mary  pumpkin-head  mcdonald’  for  the  rest  of  my  life...   better  get  my  mum  on  the  phone  then  if  that’s  the  case  and  break  her  the  bad  news  really.   ❜

[macmary]

ted :

LOCATION: Ted’s flat. FEATURING: Mary MacDonald. @macmary·

Dipping his cloth in the water basin, Ted wrung out the excess before roughly running it along the side of his face. The paint had dried since they arrived at the flat, and his attempts in removing it were unsuccessful. His hands were shaking. The pressure he applied was too weak, not enough to scrub the paint away despite his efforts and vigor. He had already tried washing it from his hands with hurry, though the outcome was hardly significant. And yet it turned the water brown and dirty, like a pool of deep filthy blood. He breathed deeply, trying to center himself as he closed his eyes. Ted wanted to escape from the moment, if only for a single second. 

      any joy...   any triumph mary had felt in returning to the march,   prophecy in hand had been rendered fleeting.   thick,   brown paint resembling to them,   the blood they’d walked out of the black lake covered in mere years before.   if not for the resonant shock,   the sight alone would have reduced them to tears.   warm and wet and threatening to spill from mary’s soft,   brown eyes when stood in the face of yet another example of just how the purebloods felt about people like them.   their thoughts were persistent.   unwavering  &  harrowing as they searched the flat’s cupboards,   desperately searching for anything that would aid them in ridding ted of the paint.   clutching a bottle of body oil,   the wix returned to the bathroom,   desolate gaze soon falling upon the poor wizard as he tried hopelessly to scrub at his face.   ❛   here...   ❜   they’re quick to say,   positioning themselves beside him,   careful of course,  to respect his personal space as they reach for the basin,   ❛   let  me.   ❜   mary’s voice as gentle as their touch as they wring the cloth out,  running it under the tap and dousing it with the oil before moving it back to his face,   delicately peeling bits of dried paint where they could to ease the process.   ❛   tell  me  if  this  hurts  at  all,   and  i’ll  stop.   ❜   

[macmary]

maren :   

Maren beamed at the wix, who was so much more than simply a coworker. It always made the hours pass faster when Maren shared a shift with her dear friend. They hadn’t had much overlap in their schedules lately, which made Mary’s presence all the more exciting. “Oo, yes please!” Maren perched her elbows on the bar, cupping her chin in her hands, the picture of attention. She was still a little bitter that work had forced her to miss the whole thing, but between her and Mary, it was more important that they have the night off. “I would much rather gossip like a schoolgirl than talk about what happened to Benjy again, does that make me a horrible person?” Maren only asked because she was confident Mary wouldn’t judge her too harshly.

      polishing glasses with a stray dishcloth as the wix listened intently,   mary’s doesn’t miss a beat in jumping to maren’s defence.   ❛   no...   no,   of  course  not!   ❜   they reply,   dark brows furrowed lightly as they shake their head dismissively,  a doting smile upon their lips,   ❛   i  know  exactly  what  it  feels  like,   wanting  to  say,   or  do  anything  to  take  your  mind  off  of  the...   terrible  things  that’ve  happened.   especially  in  a  case  like  this,   it  does  no  one  any  help  to  keep  bringing  it  up.   ❜   mary’s words pertain to benjy but their mind wanders back to their own experience,   how little they spoke of it,   always anxious to steer clear of it altogether as to avoid reliving it.   even a single second of it.   there was no denying just how deeply mary felt for benjy in this regard,   acutely aware of how many questions would be thrust his way once he regained his strength,   how he’d have to relive it over and over in order for somebody to be brought to justice for what’d happened to him.   it prompts a heavy,   pensive sigh from the wix,   eagerly taking the blonde’s hand in theirs and giving it a loving squeeze,   ❛   i  just  hope  people  are  more  wary  of  that  fact  when  benjy  recovers...   ❜

[macmary]

pedropcl​:

SULEM CALDERON as GABRIELA CASTILLO ⟶ MAYANS MC, season 3 episode 6

[macmary]

alastor ​:

STARTER WITH MARY MACDONALD || @macmary​

where: Fountain of Fair Fortune

Knowing that dark forces where trying to get their hands on the same prophecy Dumbledore had told them about, Alastor had sent three of his trusted Order Members to retrieve the prophecy. He had been waiting to hear back from his team when the attack on Benjy had happened and Alastor’s priorities changed. But now that Benjy was in St Mungos and he had the chance to take a breath from case work, he sent an owl to Mary and asked them to meet him at their headquarters. “Mary. Please. Come in.” He said as they crossed through the secret entrance. “Please tell me you bring good news amongst all this terror.”

      ❛   moody.   ❜  they greet quietly,   feeling oddly subdued given their great victory just the day prior.   it’d been quite the whirlwind...   emotionally more than anything else.   the toll seemingly long lasting.   from joy over the march,   to their nerves facing off against dark wizards  &  blood purists,   the subsequent elation that followed due to their triumph...   shortly before it came crashing down around them that very same evening,   watching as brown paint drip from ted’s soft,  boyish features to hearing of the attack on benjy this very morning.   there seemed to be no grounds to celebrate what mary had thought for those few,   fleeting hours to be their most notable achievement in a long,   long time.   particularly given the courage they’d mustered just to step foot inside.   ensuring the two of them were perfectly alone now,   safe behind the walls of their headquarters,   they look to the older man with some ghost of a smile,   ❛   i  do  indeed.   ❜   is all they say before reaching into their bag,   pulling out of it,  with some flourish  —  both the prophecy and their wand,   promptly using the latter to shed the prophecy of the disillusionment charm they’d performed on it the day before in order to conceal it.   holding it for to the auror to take,   mary adds,   ❛   they  certainly  put  up  a  fight  but  in  the  end,   we  were  able  to  retrieve  it  for  ourselves.   ❜   there’s still some pride to be found within their words,   grateful that they could bear the order some happiness amongst the sadness that’d surely enveloped each  &  every one of them over benjy.   but quite aware that alastor would have already been hard at work on the case and in dire need of a break,   mary chooses to steer the conversation away from their fallen friend,   in spite of their own despondence over what had transpired.   dark brows soon furrow,   concern knit between them,   ❛   gideon  was  there,  of  course.   ❜   the wix confirms,   ❛   i  just...   fear  that  given  our  being  there,   and  our  victory  over  them  to  boot,   this’ll  all  be  cause  for  concern,   and  suspicion  within  their  ranks.   they’ll  want  to  start  pointing  fingers.   ❜  

[macmary]

james· :

James couldn’t help but scoff looking down at his feet his face bright red. He wasn’t entirely too sure what it was about Lily Evans, but she managed to make him melt. Any other woman fell short in comparison, he loved them for sure but now looking back at it he couldn’t remember the time when talking about Marlene to someone caused him to go red. “Yeah, and I completely get that – I too would be hesitant to look at the arsehole that picked one me and dated my best friend,” he rolled his eyes mainly at himself before clearing his throat and looking at them. “I’ll give her time which is what I planned, I will not even look at her direction well only to make sure she’s okay, especially during a rally like this and I will…I don’t know, do what I do best?” James wasn’t entirely too sure what that meant especially when his reputation was to flirt with anything that gave him an ounce of attention. Something for him to unpack at a later day. “I trust you, you’re smart wix. Everything will hopefully come into place, whatever that may be,” he nudged them softly and brough his attention to her boom box. “What is that? And may I dance to the music for you, bring out more supporters with my moves,” James winked. 

       ❛   and  what  is  it  you  do  best?   ❜   mary asks playfully,   brows wiggling in curiosity.   james,   had his...   dimwitted moments.   the wix always having been on the receiving end of gossip from marlene and lily during their hogwarts years about this,   that and the other he had done.   but of course,   their love for him had grown exponentially since then and the boy...   turned man had a lot going for him.   so  much  in  fact.   far more than people gave him credit for,   so,  when mary asks what it was james does best...   rest assured,   they already knew.   laughing,  they offer up their boombox to him,  turning the dial up ever so slightly as don’t go breaking my heart shifts into i’m a believer by the monkees,    ❛   it’s  a  boombox,   james...   it’s  a  muggle  invention,   plays  cassettes  but  i’ve  enchanted  it  so,  i  don’t  have  to  change  the  cassettes  today  because  that’d  be  super  fiddly  and  annoying  to  do  in  a  crowd  like  this.   ❜  they explain joyfully,   hearing his request to dance and taking a fair few steps back,   smile blossoming to an amused grin,    ❛   are...   you  saying  your  dance  moves  are  powerful?   if  so...   i’m  thinking  we  should  use  this  as  a  recruitment  technique  for  the  order...   ❜