maryomac-blog

[maryomac-blog]

magnusmulciber‌:

His gaze followed her eyes to his wrist and then flickered back to her face, feeling his stomach churn as he watched her confusion and sadness. The friendship bracelet. A token of her goodwill and their innocent friendship - a reminder to himself of everything he betrayed to save his own skin. Watching her clutch her chest in pain made his twist as well, a chill running across his shoulders as he fought his automatic desire to take a step back when she took one forward.

Cold evenings huddled in classrooms BLOOD POOLING ON A STONE FLOOR giggles, the weight of her head on his shoulder PLEADING SCREAMS OF PAIN a half smile, stolen snacks, expensive sweets THE THUMP OF A BODY HITTING THE FLOOR soft hair between his fingers, quiet whispers BLOOD RUNNING OVER HIS HANDS -

Magnus shook his head before he could stop himself and he cursed himself for reacting to her words. He smiled then, a cold grimace, his self-loathing relishing the agony in his chest. “Don’t presume you know me, mudblood,” he hissed. He forced himself to take a step forward and look cold and intimidating. You didn’t do anything you’re perfect it was me I’m a monster- “You don’t deserve to know me.” You deserve better. He tried to force a cold laugh - it didn’t work and he set his jaw, trying to push past it. “The only reason I need to torture mudbloods is that they exist.”

For a moment she swore she could see a flicker of Magnus - the one she had known in years past, the one that had been her friend. His pain was unmistakable, and a reflex had her reaching out a hand to comfort him like she had before. Good sense had her retracting it before she could make contact. Just in time too, for in the matter of seconds the monster was back. The look on his face was a mirror of the one she saw before he hexed her last year, and she visibly shook as she relived the trauma. She tried to stand her ground, oh she tried, but as he stepped forward she stepped back.

“Please stop using that word,” she choked out, flinching every time the derogatory swear left his mouth. She had never let the term bother her before, but the fact that it was him saying it made it hurt so much more than anyone else ever could. “I do though Magnus, I know you. At least, I knew who you were, and it wasn’t this...” she shook her head, not able to find the words for what he had become. “How can you even pretend that we were never friends? You can’t convince me that was all a lie, it was too real to be a lie.” Her voice became increasingly quieter as she talked, it was getting harder and harder for her to keep it together.

She had never felt such an extreme mixture of fear and despair and bewilderment before, and it was debilitating. “What changed?” her voice broke as she pleaded for an answer with a sob. Her wand hand steadied herself against a desk as she continued to clutch her shirt against her torso, trying to keep a shred of dignity as she broke in front of him. 

[maryomac-blog]

cdward-tonks‌:

“I mean, why bother getting people in trouble over things that don’t matter in the long run? There are so many rules that exist just to keep things orderly. But what use is order when people aren’t kind? Plus, people don’t trust you if you’re overly strict. I’d rather someone come to me if they’re in trouble than be too afraid of me.” He shrugged. He knew that there were certain prefects that younger students feared. In his eyes, that meant that they weren’t doing their jobs. They were supposed to be role models, not just rule enforcers. “That would depend. What’s the favor, Mary?”

She hesitated as she tried to figured out exactly what she was requesting of him. “My friends, mainly Marlene that is, have a tendency of doing stupid things. Well, self-destructive and idiotic things, really. If you happen to stumble across one of them doing something like that, would you alert me if you could? If you got to do your prefect thing and give them detention or whatever, I mean I’m not asking to get in the way of that, but maybe we could avoid talking to House Heads?” She felt like she was asking a lot of him not to go through proper protocols and alerting higher authorities, but in the case of her best friend, authority figures were meant to be defied. Mary could act disappointed and at least make her think twice about her actions. “I worry one day one of them is going to get themselves in a real king of trouble - something that I can’t help them with. But maybe if I can convince them to stop with the stupid things now.. they’ll be ok in the future.”

[maryomac-blog]

milomckinnon‌:

milo couldn’t help but genuinely smile at the girl in front of him. it was definitely going to be hard – being friends again, getting things back to how they used to be.. truth is, things would probably never be like they used to, but he’d try. losing mary was just not an option. “i was just.. insecure, you know. i thought you wanted to keep it a secret because you were.. ashamed of me. i didn’t even consider what the consequences would be if we revealed our relationship, to you and marlene and your friendship. i was being selfish. i didn’t talk things out with you.” the boy admitted. “oh yeah? sounds like something you two would do. does that mean i have to do a dare now?” 

She was shaking her head rapidly, “No Milo, that wasn’t it. How could anyone be ashamed of you? I was just...” scared. She was so scared all the time, and her relationship with Milo had burned hot and fast and terrified her to feel so deeply. He was her first love, but Marlene was her first and best friend. How had she been so idiotic to go and fall for her best friend’s brother? “Stupid,” she settled on instead of scared, “I was so stupid and it was unfair of me to ask you to keep us a secret for even a minute.” She tapped a finger against her chin as she considered a dare, “Yes, and I dare you to... moo at the top of your lungs here in the top of the astronomy tower. Loud enough so that the Ravenclaws are talking about it tomorrow at breakfast.” Her dares were admittedly, a little lackluster.

[maryomac-blog]

siiniistra‌:

“See, we’re Ravenclaw’s, we don’t function if we don’t have order.” She chuckled. “The secret is about half a bottle of a curl defining potion, but shhh, don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” she winked but couldn’t contain a small giggle, “We can’t have everyone running around with gorgeous hair, no one could handle so much perfection in one school.” She rolled onto her back on a blanket she brought along and stared at the speckled sky. Letting silence encompass them for a moment, she broke it by asking, “Are you in a believer in astrological divination? Do you think the stars hold the answers?” 

[maryomac-blog]

paperbacksandchocolate‌:

“Fine,” Remus said, seeing an angle he took to sound less weird. “You owe me a trip to Honeydukes next time then.” He smiled at her, and when he saw her face fall, he felt like his heart sunk too. She seemed so stressed out, and for a second he felt helpless. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a plan started to form in his mind, hopefully something that would bring back that smile, and that brightness Mary usually had. A small part of him hoped it might impress her too, but honestly he just wanted her to be happy. He felt a smile spread over his face as he looked in her eyes. “I think I can do better than coffee. I have a plan and I think it will definitely take your mind away from that,” he said, trying not to sound as excited as he felt and pointing at her books. “Do you trust me?” He gave her a little smile, his mind already going through the plan, first stop being the kitchens.

“It’s a date,” she blurted out, happy he accepted her offer. In the next moment she realized her particular use of the word date and became flustered quickly. “Not- I didn’t mean to imply....I don’t mean a date date. Just, like, a trip, an appointment.” Oh merlin. “A plan, it’s a plan.” She felt her cheeks hot as she wondered why she had to go any make it entirely awkward. Surely Remus wouldn’t have even blinked at what she had initially said, no way his mind would have tripped over the word ‘date’ like her’s had. She wasn’t even entirely sure why her’s had. She shook herself a little and collected herself. “I like coffee though,” she pouted petulantly. Then there was that question, did she trust him? She knew it wasn’t supposed to be as heavy of a question as he meant it, but her trust was in short supply these days. The last time she had put her trust in someone they had let her down, and she wound up with scars than ran deeper than the one on her torso. Closing her eyes for a moment, she forcibly shut those thoughts out, and returned her gaze back to Remus’. There was something in his deep brown orbs that comforted her further, and she felt a little of her tension leaving her. “Yeah, I trust you,” she managed out, a small smile of curiosity lifting her lips.

[maryomac-blog]

cdward-tonks‌:

“If you say so.” If this was the kind of hospitality that the Star Gazing Club offered, maybe Ted was missing out. He’d have to consider joining or hanging out more often. But when Mary answered him, his curiosity was piqued. “You sure about that?” he joked, teasing her. He didn’t want to get anyone in trouble tonight… not really. Even if he caught somebody, he probably would let them go as long as they weren’t hurting anybody. “Rounds are typically quiet… but, uh, that’s probably because I don’t look too hard for trouble. As long as nobody’s getting hurt, I don’t see a reason to interfere most of the time.”

“Ah huh, I’m sure,” she stuck with her claim, relieved he wasn’t going to protest through her obvious bad lying. Technically it wasn’t a lie, she didn’t know anything her friends were up to. She was holding on to that thought. “That’s a really good way of looking at it,” she agreed, happy to hear that Ted wasn’t a big stickler for rules. His philosophy was sound, there really was no reason to make trouble for others when no one was in harm’s way. Which brought her to her next line of thinking. She looked at Ted cautiously, “Can I possibly ask a favor of you?” 

[maryomac-blog]

milomckinnon‌:

milo couldn’t help but burst out laughing before shoving his hand in the package and picking our a random bean and popping it into his mouth. the sudden terrible taste in his mouth made the boy’s smile falter as he began to cough, trying his best to spit out the remains of the bean and get rid of the taste. “troll bogeys!”the mckinnon whined, grabbing his mug of coffee and drinking its containts, hoping he wouldn’t feel the taste of troll bogeys anymore and swap it for the taste of coffee instead. when he’d calmed down, milo couldn’t help but let out a laugh. all of this was.. nice. it felt like the good ol’ days before he and mary broke up. “you know, mary.. i’m glad we’re talking again. i know it’ll be.. different, but it’s good that we can still be.. friends.”

A genuine laugh burst out of her at Milo’s ridiculous expression from the foul tasting bean. It felt really good too. She felt her smile falter a little at his words though. Friends. Different didn’t exactly cover her feelings on their relationship now, but it was a start. “I’m glad too,” she agreed slowly, thinking over her words, “Despite whatever I made you think, I’m happy to have you in my life, even if its just as friends again.” This was the truth, though admittedly it felt a little difficult being just friends again. She’d work on that. “You know, Marlene and I used to play truth or dare with these. If you spit out a bean, you have to do a dare...” it was a challenge. 

[maryomac-blog]

andrcmedax‌:

“right, but.. here’s the thing – i don’t care. would anybody else care at all? no.”

“Andromeda you’re being unreasonable. Of course people would care, Your sisters and cousins for one example. Your friends I’m sure would care for another. I’m sorry for whatever’s gotten into you, but your life is important, everyone’s is,” she said with such conviction. She meant it, there wasn’t a person she truly wished death upon. 

[maryomac-blog]

siiniistra‌:

“Right?” Aurora smiled. “I remember back in third year we tried to set up a roster, but it never worked. I mean, it did, for a little while, but then someone would have a Hogsmeade date and they’d want it for a whole couple of hours. And have you seen these curls? You can’t put them on a schedule.”

“A roster is far too organized for us Gryffindor gals,” she sighed with an eyeroll to the heavens, “And I bet, but it’s worth it. Your hair is always fantastic. I need to enlist you to do my hair next time I’ve got a hot date.” She waggled her eyebrows and laughed at the ridiculousness of it. 

[maryomac-blog]

andrcmedax‌:

andromeda suddenly stopped when she heard the warning, noticing the stairs behind her. she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “well, fuck. it’s not like it’s a big deal anyway. i’ll fall down the stairs, so what?”

Mary couldn’t understand Andromeda’s reaction. “You could fall and break a neck! That’s what! I know a lot can be healed with magic, but even Pomfrey couldn’t fix that!” She was next to the Slytherin now, hands on her shoulders to guide her a safe distance from the staircase. “It is a long, painful drop down. Do you have a death wish?” 

[maryomac-blog]

guidinglux‌:

Lux shook her head, “They look terrifying, but they don’t act it. So, after a moment it’s easy to see they’re as harmless as a normal horse. That’s not to say they couldn’t harm someone, but they’re no more likely to than any horse. I take that back. The lack of human interaction makes them more Skittish, but it isn’t terrible.” A soft smile fell over her face as she heard the earnest in Mary’s voice. “I’d love to take you,” she reassured, nodding her head, “Just don’t let it startle you too much. If you spook, they’ll spook.” 

“I think it must be fun,” she agreed, laughing at Mary’s request.

Mary nodded solemnly at her explanation, taking the information Lux gave her studiously. She had taken Care of Magical Creatures for a few years back in her third and fourth, but dropped it come her OWL year. That hadn’t stopped her fascination and curiosity for magical beasts though, and she was excited to have a chance to see someone interacting with the strange beasts. She could have squealed over Lux agreeing to take her, “Thank you! And I got it. Don’t be spooked, don’t spook them. I think I can handle that.” 

[maryomac-blog]

siiniistra‌:

Aurora nodded. “It’s always nice with a few more people, but maybe not tonight.” She played along. “Define fight.” She chuckled. “Ellie Allaire and I got into a bit of a scuffle about who got the shower first, but I hardly think that counts.”

She nodded sympathetically and deadpanned, “A daily fight in our dorm too. It’s a real war zone in the mornings.”

[maryomac-blog]

cdward-tonks‌:

“Twenty?” Twenty students all on the tower, gazing up at the stars seemed like a lot to him… though if they were all enjoying themselves, who was he to judge? Ted waited for Mary to sit down before he joined her, making himself comfortable. “Oh – uh, thanks. I owe you one.” He reached into the bag to take some, popping a sweet right into his mouth. “What? Me? No – I just like coming up to the tower sometimes, looking up at the sky. And I didn’t have much else to do, and I heard there was a meeting, so…” He shrugged. “Why? Is there something going on that I should know about?”

She waved off him, “You owe me nothing. This is Star Gazing Club hospitality.” Ted’s next words had her pausing. Knowing her friends, the most probable reason some of them were missing tonight had to do with some kind of rule breaking business. Luckily, she knew nothing about it. Regardless she was unable to hide a tiny bit of guilt in her tone as she quickly said, “Nope. No, nothing that I know of. Are prefect rounds usually boring or do you bust a lot of kids sneaking about?”

[maryomac-blog]

paperbacksandchocolate‌:

Remus could truly say he was angry, until Mary spoke to him, then he just smiled, he couldn’t help himself near her. Something about Mary always made Remus chest warm. She was just that kind of person. Her excuse had holes, especially when his eyes spotted a little bit of honeydukes wrapper in her hand. He pointed down at it, his eyebrows raised but a smile on his face. “I suppose if I was going to lose chocolate to anyone, I’m happy it was you.” He hoped it didn’t sound weird. He was going to try and say something else, but then he noticed how stressed she looked. “Are you  all right?” He saw her pile of books. “Do you need any help?”

That smile. How it made her heart feel lighter than she had since setting foot back in Hogwarts this year. His words about being happy it was her he had lost the bar to was confusing, but she shook her head. “You’re too kind to me Remus, if it was anyone else I think they’d demand punishment of some kind. At the least I owe you two Honeydukes bars next Hogsmeade trip. One for the bar I’ve eaten, and the second for interest,” she insisted ticking off the reason on her fingers. At his questions she felt herself deflating a little again as she looked over her books. “Do you have a torch?” she joked darkly, peering at the books with a stare that looked like she was trying to set them alight with her mind. She sighed and admitted, “I’m just a little stressed over school work,” it was a half truth, “Maybe I just need more caffeine to focus. A coffee break might be a good idea.”

[maryomac-blog]

milomckinnon‌:

milo took the cup from the girl and took a few sips, his mind racing and wondering what to say. thankfully mary broke the silence before it became too awkward. “not really.. i mean i could study but i’d much rather do.. this instead.” having an awkward encounter with his ex? not exactly what milo had planned.. but still, it was nice seeing mary. there was just a part of him that was still bitter about how things had ended. wishing he hadn’t lost a friend along with a girlfriend. “what about you? no plans or anything for the night?”

“Coffee, stars, and Bertie’s beans are the best kind of evening plans,” she insisted before popping a bean into her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully, trying anything to keep her mind from focusing on just how weird it was being here with Milo on top of the astronomy tower. It was hard not to think about the times they had been up here alone last year. She lit up as she realized the taste. “Coffee flavoured. The beans have spoken, this is the perfect plan.” Holding the bag out to him she did her best to mimic the mysterious voice the divination teacher used, “Don’t choose a bean, let the beans chose you.” She couldn’t contain her giggle at her own silliness, “It’s the newest form of divination haven’t you heard?"

[maryomac-blog]

magnusmulciber‌:

Scared. She was scared of him. Well, of course she was, he had betrayed her, tortured her, nearly killed her. And yet the reality of her fear was just as confronting as the last time he had caused it, and in her wavering voice he could almost hear the echoes of her pleading screams. It was different, somehow, seeing her in person and not just in his nightmares.

Admiring your handiwork?

The words cut into his brain, slicing through his fog of horror and hitting him straight in the heart gut.  (He didn’t have a heart - there was no way he could have a heart anymore - he was a monster and monsters didn’t deserve hearts). He let the pain wash over him, feeling the sting of her words rush through his entire body, almost relishing in it. This is what I deserve. This is what I am. He relaxed his shoulders and tightened his grip on his wand, attempting to put a sneer back on his face. Trying to squash his guilty conscience, he leant coolly against the chair, trying to look cold and arrogant and not shaken and sickened as he channelled his self hatred onto his face. 

“A nice present, don’t you think?” his mouth said cruelly, part of him relishing in the pain that doing this brought to himself. I’m a monster, this is what I do. “A reminder of your place, mudblood.” He hated that his voice didn’t shake at all.

A present. It was those words that drew her gaze to his wrist, to the place he had worn that silly friendship bracelet she had made him back in third year. A stab of pain shot though her chest as she noticed it was still there. What was it still doing there? Was it possible it was just an oversight? Had he forgotten she had made it for him? Did he remember when she had tied it on his wrist with a silly promise that they would always be friends?

If she had doubts before that his cruelty last year had been an outlier, his words now were helping to erase it. It was true, Magnus Mulciber hated her. At this realization she felt an acute and crippling pain though her whole body. Her scar flared in a pain that was reminiscence of the curse that gave her it, but it was the pain in her heart that made her hand press against her chest tighter. 

“Magnus, this isn’t you. It can’t be you,” she was practically pleading with him to show her the guy she had once known. There was only one Magnus in front of her, but the two different versions she knew of him battled for dominance in her brain. The terrifying and malicious version was practically ripping apart the comforting and friendly version she had once liked... maybe even loved.

Her feet, once rooted to the spot, now stepped towards him on their own accord. “What happened? What did I do?” her voice was barely above a whisper as the questions ripped out of her. Deep down she couldn’t shake the idea that she had done something to turn on his anger. Theoretically she knew there was no excuse for what he had done, but she needed an explanation anyways. She needed to know how they had gone from friends one day, to whatever the hell this was now between them. There had to be a reason.

[maryomac-blog]

magnusmulciber‌:

Magnus stared at his half finished Charms essay in front of him, wondering if he was really bothered to finish it. It seemed like too much effort to think , to move his arm from where it was resting on the desk and put the quill tip onto the parchment to scratch out the words. With a sigh he flipped through the open textbook with his left hand, trying to find the relevant passage, only to be distracted as he heard the door to the empty classroom opening. He dropped the quill and had his wand in his hand before conscious thought, but froze when he noticed the girl who just entered taking off her shirt.

Mar-mudblood. The mudblood. She clearly had no idea anyone else was in the room, or she wouldn’t have taken off her shirt to do…whatever she was doing to it. Magnus didn’t care, because his eyes were drawn to the ugly scar that wrapped around her back and side. Blood - so much blood. Piercing screams cut off. Useless muttered apologies. Blood pooling on stone. Blood on his hands. Blood in her hair. Blood on his robes.

The gasp ripped through him involuntarily, his body snapping him out of his mental torment by remembering to breathe. His arms felt heavy, and his grip on his wand trembled as she jumped, alerted to his presence. He should do something - turn around or move or hex her or something, but his heart was hammering painfully in his chest and he was feeling startlingly awake but light-headed. He couldn’t rip his eyes from the scar, horror and disgust and regret curling in the back of his throat.

Oh, Merlin.

Her breathing stopped. Her heart stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped when she saw his face. It was one that had plagued her nightmares for countless nights, the reason she didn’t sleep, she reason she couldn’t function. Her whole body began trembling, her legs unsteady, blood pounding in her ears to the tune of the last word she had heard him speak to her: Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. It rang in head like warning bells.

Noticing his wand she clutched hers tightly in response. Her knuckles went white with her grip, like it was the only thing keeping her alive. As far she she knew, it just might be. “Don’t come any closer!” her voice shook, sounding pained and pathetic to even her own ears. She realized he was transfixed on something, and it took a beat to realize what. The scar. The one he had given her. Her constant reminder that he wasn’t the friend she had once trusted. He wasn’t the confidant she had spent long days and nights talking about anything and everything with. He wasn’t hers. No, he was some kind of monster now.

Wand still brandished in front of her like a shield, she grabbed her shirt off the table with her other hand and held it hap-hazardously against herself. “Admiring your handiwork?” she spat out, anger rising in her uncharacteristically. She didn’t understand how she saw so much in his expression that reflected her own painful feelings. Surely she was mistaken. there was no way he held anything but disgust for her. His actions last year had made that very clear.