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@dearest--mary-blog
"I wouldnât mind training Crucio on some people I see aroundâŠâ
"P-pardon?" Mary asked as she tried her best to keep her mouth from hanging open because Bellatrix surely was not speaking about doing an Unforgivable Curse so casually and for just anybody to hear⊠but then again, this was Bellatrix Black she was talking to.
"So youâd rather them not teach us at all. Thatâs great logic. Theyâre doing perfectly fine. Who cares if â oh mudblood Mary Macdonald didnât get her beauty sleep. If this school has been able to run the way itâs been running for however many centuryâs itâs been running, Iâm sure one little muggle-born will not change anything."
Mary's heart dropped when she heard Narcissa call her a mudblood. She would never understand how someone so poised and well-mannered could have such a vile word just casually roll out of her tongue. "That wasn't what I meant," she replied after a few seconds of silence as she tried to calm her emotions by reciting the 'Sticks and stones' mantra in her head. "But I'm sorry you took it that way."
Regulus narrowed his eyes at her "Be practicalâŠ. I am in no place for someone to play Devilâs advocate."
The slight smile on Mary's face dropped at his admonishment as she tried to think of a reply. "That wasn--" she started before pausing and continuing in a much more subdued tone, "I was just joking."
Remus smiled, âYou canât hate all your classes, can you?â Following her lead, he took a seat on a smaller armchair. As opposed to what she observed, Remus had thought he always looked sleep-deprived. âOh yeah, Iâm definitely tired- trust me.â Especially on worse days, as then there were deep bags under his eyes and he seldom paid anyone any attention.
"Well, I do love Care of Magical Creatures but it's unfortunetely not a requirement to be a Healer. Other than that," Mary paused as she thought of other subjects that she enjoyed but came out blank. "Yeah, I think that's it. Do you suppose I should be a veterinarian instead?" Of course, this was all light conversation seeing as, especially after the news of the muggle attacks, she felt like the world needed all the Healers they could get.
Sighing a bit dramatically for the both of them as Remus said he was tired as well, Mary tried her best not to fall asleep, especially since she still had a few classes for the day. "I'm not surprised, considering you're also prefect and all. Merlin, I don't know how you and Lily do it."
Dirk glanced down towards his chest and adjusted the towel around his waist, grin never leaving his face. âThey ought to see what they have to work with in their upcoming years. Puberty, ah. What an experience.â
"I think we should save the nightmares for when they're at least in they're third year, don't you agree?" Mary teased as she gave his chest a once-over once she realised that Dirk was not shy at all. "...or fourth year. Yes, definitely fourth."
"Or they just figured that students would rather have fun later than sleep all their free time away.â
"They shouldn't give out too much homework then. If having fun was the reason, I don't think I would say anything about the early start... or at least not as much.â
"I think itâs.. probably something to do with teaching us to be professional. You know, when we have careers."
"I suppose⊠but what if I wanted to be a bartender or an astronomer?" Mary mused, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Youâll have to have them sometime.â
"I would have preferred that sometime to have been a never, but I guess we can't always get what we want." She needed coffe stat; Mary was not a morning person. "How do you not look as sleep-deprived as I am?" Mary asked good-naturedly as she laid down on the couch, making herself comfortable.
"Up late partying?"
"No," Mary replied, stifling a yawn. "I was just doing the reading assignment for Potions. Merlin knows I need all the studying I can get."
"Whoever thought classes in the morning were a good idea was clearly barmy."
"You lot think youâre awfully clever," Dirk remarked. "Stealinâ my clothes from the loo."
Mary was caught off-guard at the sight of a half-naked Dirk. "Uhh," Mary started, trying her best not to laugh and look anywhere but in front of her in case he felt uncomfortable. "I think it's best you cover yourself up before a first year walks in on you, mate."
"Sheâs not the first," Benjy mused from across the table, having heard Maryâs sudden comment as he toyed with the spoon in his tea. "And she wonât be the last,". It didnât go amiss that everyone around school was a little on edge with the latest news and happenings (though in Benjyâs eyes it seemed none of the Slytherins were peeved at all). Following her gaze to the entrance, the boy gave a half scoff at the Auror that walked by. What was the point? Hogwarts had its share of professors and its castle walls were not easily invaded. But the muggles outside, they were the ones that needed protecting. As much as the ministry wanted to appear concerned about the cause, keeping people calm by placing Aurors in the school, it was hardly a proactive strategy. Benjy couldnât help but worry about his own family; namely his father. His best bet was Mary was thinking the same about hers. âYou reckon the school might close?â.
Mary could only stare at Benjy, wanting to argue but couldn't because she knew what he was saying was true. Not the first and would not be the last. She wanted to scream, wanted to let it all out, but she here she was, acting as if everything was alright. "I just don't understand," she started, her voice quiet. "What did they have to gain, killing a first year's family? I just can't wrap my head around it." Her voice drifted away as she started playing with her fork, stabbing the eggs in front of her.
Gazing back at Benjy when he asked his question, she could only furrow her brows. She never thought of it, having the school close. "I don't think so," she replied after a pause. Why else would they station Aurors here? "They'd say we would be safer here than out there⊠unless something unfortunate w-would happen in here."
"I want to go home." It was out before she could stop herself, before she even knew that was what she wanted and she hated how weak and small she felt right that very second. Maybe if she went home and pretend she wasn't a witch, everything would be better.
Marlene slid into the seat on the bench beside Mary, not feeling particularly hungry but taking some toast for herself nonetheless. She half-heartedly spread marmalade on it before she set it down, nibbling on her lip and scowling. âMarââ she started, turning and pulling her to her in a hug.
Marlene would never know that fear. Â Her family were all Purebloods and, as far as she knew (other than herself) decidedly neutral. Â Though she still feared for her family, it wasnât the inherent fear of attack like she knew her friends like Lily and Mary felt. Â âTheyâre okay. Â Youâd have heard if they werenât. Â Have a bit of toast, love.â
Mary allowed herself to be pulled into the hug, feeling infinitely better but not at all at the same time. Don't cry, not in front of everyone, she chastised herself and, as she broke the hug from Marlene, forced a small smile. "It's justâ" she paused, swallowing. "Merlin, Marls, what did her family do to deserve it?" She turned back to her friend, hoping Marlene could give her an answer because she's been racking her brain all morning but she couldn't think of one.
"She's eleven years old and she's an orphan now. They killed her family. Tortured them and killed them. My brotheâhe's only eight. If anything hapâ" Mary stopped herself, unable to finish her train of thought and instead focused on the toast in front of her. "No, thank you. I'm not very hungry."
âł mary macdonald â moodboard (2/?)
"That poor girl," was all Mary could muster as she put down the copy of The Daily Prophet, a chill running down her spine as she read the article a third time that morning. Her family didn't even stand a chance. Tortured before the Killing Curse was used. Pushing her plate away, she didn't even know how some of the people around her could eat because all she wanted to do was vomit. She glanced back at the entrance of the Great Hall and saw an auror walk past the door and yet she felt far from safe.
They were muggles, attacked simply because they had a child who was a witch. She had written to her parents as soon as she had read the paper, urging them to stay with her grandparents for awhile. She couldn't even bear the thought of her family going through what the Porters had, what those monsters had done to them was unforgivable. As hard as she tried to keep the prejudice against muggle-borns a secret from her family, she would never risk putting their lives on the line. Now all she had to do was wait for their reply, hoping and praying He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's followers weren't on a rampage and that the letter would reach her family before things might be too late.
marauders era fancast: lily collins as young!mary macdonald.
â I donât care about what they say, Lily âMary stared at her best friend, confidentâ. Weâre much more than a name, or even blood. And we both know that.
âWhy did the witch fail her exams? She wasnât very good at spell-ingâ
"Alright, alright, you win. That's a good one."
