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mary macdonald. seventeen. order's resident combat pragmatist. m u d b l o o d "there's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls."

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lliypotter:

“Mary! ——“ A pause ensued as the girl waits for a response, her step quickening as the brunette-crowned figure slowly distorted into a more realistic size. As Lily drew closer, she called out again, her voice vaguely less ferocious this time. ”Is that you?“ Naturally, the question posed was one that did not require an answer; she knew the lone figure was Mary. Years of friendship imprinted a petite image of the girl, clear and sharp within Lily’s mind. Lacking any form of elegance whatsoever, long strides were made in effort to catch up with the waiting witch, her far too loose ( yet irresistibly comfortable ) clothing allowing an easy solution.

After beats of bare, solitary moments, locks of burning red tipped wayward as Lily cocked her head, bright smile gleaming her lips; a stark and hardly believable contrast once paired with the dark eyes and loose appearance of herself. Though she would simply insist casual was best, the above were far from casual and, quite frankly, bordered on mental. Nonetheless, the point stood loud and clear —— she looked like s h i t. Naturally, none of that stopped her from returning the look of sympathy with one of her own, equally rivaled, yet her’s held a twinge of a grimace.

“Don’t give me that look, MacDonald. Neither of us are exactly the pioneers of the pageant.”

It was still strange to her, to recognize another person’s voice so easily. Having friends at all was strange to her. But Lily was one of the few people that Mary didn’t actively try to annoy and that made her special- that guaranteed her and her voice a special spot in her mind that she always had easy access to. Turning to stop and wait for the redhead to catch up, Mary tilted her head to the side, snapping an answer back to her. “Obviously.” The word was venomous, like most things were with the tiny brunette, but her expression was that of placidity, easy smile settling on her lips. 

She waited for Lily to join her while tapping her foot, the chains on her ever present combat boots jingling from the movement. Arching a brow at her friend’s appearance, her gaze traveled to the redhead’s. “Rough night, Lil?” She asked, linking arms with her as she came into reach. It was a common misconception that Mary wasn’t affectionate. She was very touchy-feely with those she liked- she just hated about 98% of the people she ever came in contact with. She laughed, bumping her hip against Lily’s as she dragged her forward. “There was no look! It was an observation. You look like hell. Well, as much like hell as Lily Potter is capable of. And no judgement, ginge. I did my makeup before venturing out for more booze, see?” She wiggled her brows, very proud of the dark black color smeared on her lips and sharp, deep red eye liner that adored her eyes.

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mr-rabastan-lestrange:

Despite all of the overdramatic revelry at what was, in essence, simply a meaningless passage of time, Rabastan had always had a fondness for New Years. People let the humdrum of daily life slip away and truly did something. It was an interestingly rare occurrence. That being said, doing something seemed to be getting completely smashed and spending the rest of the week in an alcoholic haze. Though the early morning kept most in bed– his dear wife included– but Rabastan was restless. He found himself wrapped up in a cloak and humming a tune to himself as side-stepped a few pathetic little stragglers, some still lost in the merriment of the new year and others just a tad more sullen. One, in particular, caught his eye. It was fitting, wasn’t it? A new year, an old relationships. He stepped out onto the street so that he was in front of her when she turned around from the person she was greeting– a friend? A stranger? “Mary, dear cousin of mine.  Tsk, you know if you keep looking back, you’re going to miss something in front of you.”

Mary didn’t jump- well, she hardly did and she’ll remain stubborn that she didn’t in fact jump at all- she simply reached for her wand when she came face to face with a Lestrange. She didn’t associate that name with family anymore, not that ever really did- another thinly veiled lie that she can rationalize her way out of. “Fu- Merlin, Rabastan. Don’t bloody sneak up on people like that!” She snapped, her instant response to say his name rather than the family name that separated her from them. She only spoke of the other way in harsh whispers of ‘that bloody prick, Lestrange’ and only even mentioned him when plotting his death. The very sight of another person in that family made her stomach turn, causing her to grimace at Rabastan. “Careful now, Rab,” the old nickname falling from her lips like an jabbed insult. “Wouldn’t want brother dearest to hear you calling a mudblood family. Who knows what he might come up with the save face in the name of purity." She hissed the final word, nostrils flaring ever so slightly as anger boiled beneath her skin. She scoffed, rolling her eyes at his comment. The things that came out of his mouth.. they were always so bloody pompous- or they were in the few times she’d spoken to him since her third year. “Is that supposed to be symbolic of the new year or are you just being a twat? Not that I could blame you for the latter, it is your blood after all.”

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traitcr:

                             “ mary, mary, quite contrary.                                 do you have a garden to                                grow?                                     ”

Today was a good day. Even if her happiness couldn’t be noticed by the bright pink shoes dominating her outfit, or the way she’d changed slightly to make her smile a little wider, the sing-song tone of her voice gave the game away. Of course, she found it hard to be sad when she hadn’t stopped drinking since the night before. Her brain had been filled with happiness and a sense of hope that she hadn’t felt in a long time and she wasn’t ready to give up on that yet. Still, she was happy to see her friend. Today was a good day, and good days were always better when they were spent with friends.

                          “ how did your night go?      ”

Mary chuckled, reacting better to Marlene- and everyone, really- when alcohol was just in her reach. “Brilliant, Marls. Never heard that one before.” She stopped mid-step, turning fully to face her. She eyed the shoes, an arched brow scrunching up her forehead as she inspected the sheer brightness of the color, but said nothing. The blonde could pull them off, anyway. She shrugged, nodding toward to liquor store that sat a down the street. “Oh, fantastic, you know how I am with copious amounts of alcohol. And yourself? Still enjoying the festivities, I see?” She assumed, believing everyone else’s cheery disposition had to come from a decent amount of drinking.

[aureat]

Laugh at the men who tell you you’re pretty. You are more than that.

(via aureat)

[lostcap]

I am not your sun, or your goddamn sky, I am the fire that will burn all of your hope to the ground. I was born of the wild, darling, and I’m not here for you to love.

I am not beautiful enough to be your poetry | p.d (via lostcap)

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Mary had always believed that the best fix for a hangover, even the little ones that she would get occasionally, was more alcohol. Donning what could easily have been Sirius’s sweater- the laundry room in the flat was a bloody mess and she would often ‘accidentally’ steal an item of his that she found more pleasing than her own- she headed towards the tiny liquor store near the flat. Shivering from the slight chill in the air, she glanced back- ever paranoid- spotting someone that looked even worse than she felt. She nodded to them, trying and failing to look sympathetic to their own hangover.

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sirivsorionblack:

❝ I know that you spent the entire evening out;          I was with you, you twat. Doesn’t mean you have       an excuse for lagging behind. The day doesn’t          stop just because you’re a lightweight with a hangover. ❞

Though really, Sirius was surprised that he was faring so well. He could only recall bits and pieces of the evening before: a rush of friends, a slurred countdown, a roar and a kiss as the New Year came rolling in. It had been brilliant, but it had left him groaning in bed this morning. The last thing he had wanted to do was pull back the curtains and face the day, yet here he was, in the middle of Diagon Alley, rushing about with all of the other people trying to make the most of their self-proclaimed new beginnings. 

The tiny girl wasn’t sure what she was saying to placate Sirius’ annoyance at her slowed pace, but she was sure it wasn’t working very well. She followed after him, lagging as her eyes were instantly drawn to the one tattoo parlor in Diagon Alley. Her happy trace, however, was cut short by Sirius’ mention of the word ‘lightweight.’ 

“Oi!” Mary yelled in disagreement, her nose scrunched together as she caught up to him, landing a light punch on his shoulder. “I’m bloody Irish, you twat. I am not a goddamn lightweight.” She snapped, her tiny legs causing her to struggle to keep up with her flatmate’s own pace. “Some people just don’t have gargantuan legs, thank you very much.”

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

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nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of [quills] | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[steverigers]

you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent.

you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep | h.a (via steverigers)

[melisica]

(by cansu ozkaraca)

[childmagazine]

Mouthern & Mouthern X Ruby James

[firstmalice]

“You’re none of these things”