mary, mary, quite contrary

you laugh like a little girl, but inside, you think like a MARTYR.

[kavnskys]

          little Mary Macdonald. Always the v i c t i m.

Look at the mess you made of me,                                       dirty skin and dirtier stares.           Look at the way you’ve turned me                                 into a monastery of  s l e e p l e s s  nights. (x)

[themaraudersyearbook]

[itsmissmarymac]

James Potter, Mary MacDonald, and Sirius Black, breaking several of the rules in the museum Lily dragged them all to

Taken by Remus Lupin, Winter 1977

[getoffmyantlers]

James slumped to the floor hiding his face in his bloody fists, he sobbed, his whole body shaking as it happened. “I can’t do it, I want Sirius, I want one of them, I need someone, I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t it’s not fair.” He sobbed, his hands gripped his hair and he shouted out, breathing slowly.

[itsmissmarymac]

Watching James drop to the floor, his body shaking as sobs raked through his lungs, was something that almost made Mary turn away. She couldn’t bear to see him like this, so broken and so utterly vulnerable, so much so that tears nearly threatened to spill from her own eyes. She dropped down on her knees in front of him, snaking her hands up and over his shoulders, resting them at the nape of his next. “Hey, hey,” she cooed softly, hoping that her words would slow his heaving chest. “You have Sirius, you have me, you have all of us. That will never change. We’ll get you through this.”

[getoffmyantlers]

James shouted out and turned to her, “I don’t have a moment, I don’t have a moment to think because my Mum is Dying Mary, she’s going to die and no one can stop it and I can’t even go and see her because of my fucked up father who thinks it’s better for me.” He shouted right into her face, “So don’t tell me to calm down, don’t tell me to take a moment because I can’t and I wont and I don’t want to deal with this.” He shouted and punched the wall again shouting out as he scratched his hand.

[itsmissmarymac]

“Oh.” The word slipped out without want nor command, falling automatically from her parted lips as she froze unable to move, unable to think or process anything James had just said. It couldn’t be true. Nothing bad ever happened to James Potter, the boy whose very name brought memories of warm nights filled with laughter and stolen firewhiskey to the forefront of her mind. “James, I - I didn’t, I had no idea...” And Mary truly didn’t; she had no idea what to say, and even if she did, doubted it would be able to ease the boy’s tormented mind. “I’m so sorry,” she breathed, retracting her hand and bringing the other slowly to cover her mouth, afraid that if she were to reach out and touch him he might explode once more.

[getoffmyantlers]

“In a mature way!” James shouted, “You really think that wasn’t mature, mature was me not punching you in the face, Mature is me not continuing to hit anything, mature is me not breaking down and mature is me not jumping off the top of the astronomy tower right now, that’s mature. This is mature.” He shouted at her, his rage was bubbling over and he couldn’t feel the pain in his fists. “Don’t you dare tell me I’m better than this, don’t you dare because this isn’t anything to do with you and you know nothing about this.”

[itsmissmarymac]

Mary closed her eyes, fuming. He was being absolutely awful; not punching her in the face wasn’t maturity, it was decency as a human being. She had half a mind to walk away right then and there, leave him to kick and scream or whatever else, but a larger and perhaps more foolish part of her knew she had to stay. “You’re right,” she conceded, the edge in her voice having been replaced with a slight tinge of fear. “I don’t know anything about why you’re upset, and I won’t make you tell me. But, please..” Her voice trailed off as she wrung her hands together. “Stop shouting, just take a moment to think.”

[getoffmyantlers]

“As you can see, I’m well past in the mood for this shit today, so back off Mary.” James said turning back to her. “I’ve not broken them, I stopped. I’ll go back, get Remus to fix them up or something.” He snapped, “You really don’t want to know what’s going on.”

[itsmissmarymac]

“Yeah, he’ll be well happy to see that you’ve handled your rage in a mature way,” Mary retorted, her normally quiet voice raising a few notches. “And I’ve already said I don’t need to know what’s going on, you’re clearly in a right state about something. You’re my friend, I just care. You’re seventeen, James, not twelve. You’re better than this.”

[getoffmyantlers]

James dropped his fist and looked over Mary, he slumped back slightly. “Get out of my way Mary.” He said, he moved and looked down at his hands moving his fingers. “I said bugger off.” He said and started walking down the corridor trying to get away from her.

[itsmissmarymac]

Mary watched him stride away, his shoulders tensed and voice biting, menacing. Balling up her fists in determination she quickened her pace to catch up. “You know I can’t do that,” she called softly after him in a knowing tone. “I don’t need you to tell me what’s going on, but I do need you to...you know, not break your fists. Preferably.”

[getoffmyantlers]

James Potter couldn’t deal with anyone right now, between his dad refusing to let hime come home at the weekend, to Rolanda kicking him off the Quidditch pitch for being too harsh. He stormed off the pitch and once in the castle he got angry, he smashed his fists into the wall before hearing someone behind him, he swung around and went to hit them.

[itsmissmarymac]

It wasn’t often that Mary was met with James’ fist. Sure, she had seen him mad before in their seven years of knowing one another and being hauled up in the same house, but rarely had she ever had his anger dangerously directed towards her. She froze, holding out her hands, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Merlin, James!” she exclaimed quickly, taking half a step back. “Hey, are you...what’s going on?”

[justakid-spider]

Peter snorted and shook his head again. “You’re nutters, Mary, you know that?” he told her. “Really. You just caught me on a good day. I give myself credit plenty. In Potions, I do, at least. Oh, and Quidditch. I’m pretty proud of myself at practices, usually,” he explained. “You don’t have to give me any credit or flattery,” he told her with a smile.

[itsmissmarymac]

“So I’ve been told,” Mary laughed softly, her gaze drifting to the floor. “Though if being nutters makes you do that hysterical snorting thing again, it’s not the worst thing in the world. And Quidditch, really?” She paused suddenly with wide eyes. “Merlin, that sounded a bit patronizing, I just...I don’t think I’ve seen you fly very often, I tend to stay away from the pitch aside from matches. And I know I don’t have to, I want to.”

[justakid-spider]

Peter leaned against the back of the couch rather than sitting on it next to her. When she spoke of having noticed his defense spells, his cheeks tinged. Normally in class, he could pick up on a spell quickly, but he preferred not to be the spotlight, so he would purposely fail at it a few times. It was best to make an opponent come in underestimating you, after all. “I’m not… I wouldn’t say I’m that good at defense spells. I just— you probably saw me when I got lucky.”

[itsmissmarymac]

Mary eyed Peter’s flushed cheeks briefly, deciding it was best not to draw attention to them. Instead she offered him a reassuring smile, pulling the sleeves of her robe over her hands before folding them into her lap. “You’re right, positively atrocious,” she deadpanned, though was unable to hold back a grin for long. “I know you’re not going to give yourself credit, Peter, so I might as well.”

[fallingforthe1975]

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[dirtydirtycheats]

‘I’m soppy and I do like to believe that when the right person comes along, it will work, because you want to make it work. Everyone else seems to manage it.’

[marauderslight-rp-blog]

“So what’s this Muggle book about?” Rolanda asked, plopping herself down in the chair next to Mary.

[itsmissmarymac]

“I’ll try to give you the most abridged version my mind can muster,” Mary grinned with sparkling eyes. “Erm...well, woman meets man, man meets woman. They both have equally stubborn temperaments, and write each other off almost immediately. Then, they swallow their pride and admit that just maybe they could be wrong, just maybe these judgements weren’t entirely accurate.” A familiar and warm reminiscence flashed across her gaze. “It’s a great read if you, ahh, ever are interested in such a thing.”

[moonchild-ella-deactivated20160]

Ella laughed as Mary stopped herself, “Yes, you’re rambling a bit, but that’s okay!” she grinned, “Is this the first time you’ve read it? It’s really an incredible novel. Emily Bronte is truly a treasure. I wish she’d have written more. She’s an amazing writer,” Ella agreed. “Oh I wouldn’t call it love either, I think you described it accurately. Honestly that line is brilliant, it’s absolutely wonderful,” the brunette smiled. “If you enjoyed that, I would look up books by Jane Austen. Her book Emma is one of my favourites,” she suggested. 

[itsmissmarymac]

“Oh, Lily would tell you - mention Jane Austen and I’ll waffle on for hours,” Mary grinned, marking her spot with a ribbon before setting the book aside. “Mum was sure to get me started on her early, and I’ll be sure to blame her for the ridiculous romanticized lens through which I see the world. Though it’s nice sometimes, to go through life and pretend that Miss Austen has perfectly scripted each moment.” She let herself fall back against the back of her chair, pulling her knees to her chest. “Emma is lovely, I absolutely agree, though I’ve always been more inclined to Pride and Prejudice.”

[minigodofthunder]

“Who took all the chocolate out of my book bag?”

[itsmissmarymac]

Mary glanced over to the boy, chewing her lip thoughtfully. “No idea, love, though I wouldn’t put it past Sirius to do so. James either, for that matter.”

[justakid-spider]

Peter smiled. “I was just trying to cheer you up,” he admitted. “Muggles are weird. Not reading something because a woman wrote it? They clearly haven’t met McGonagall, or half the women in the Wizarding world. Lots of girls around here can beat me at grades, duels, or just generally kick my arse. There’s no point in denying it.”

[itsmissmarymac]

“It is a stupid point, I’ll side with you on that one,” she sighed, letting herself fall back against the common room couch. “And that’s ridiculous, you can certainly hold your own in plenty of things. I’ve seen you conjure defense spells better than half the people in our year. Though, you’re right,” she conceded with a smile. “I wouldn’t put anyone past McGonagall.” 

[hoe-cuspocus]

Lily nodded and crossed her arms a tinge of guilt seeping into her mind as her friends spoke. She brushed it off and shot her a bright smile, forcing the thought to the back of her head. “Well that sounds absolutely lovely. I’m glad you both had the opportunity to talk things out and hopefully it will lead to something beautiful.”

[itsmissmarymac]

“Hopefully,” echoed Mary, eyes flitting from Lily’s to the cobblestone passing under their feet. “I never do know with him, though. I feel like this happens every time with us - a promising future, only for everything to come crashing down around us. Sometimes it’s exciting, and sometimes it hurts, but no matter what I keep coming back because I know no matter what I’d rather be doing this than not...you know? Does that make any sense?” She began to ascend the moving staircase, wondering whether she had directed the question more towards Lily or herself.