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     ❝My thoughts exactly, but to follow up one cliché phrase with another—— Great minds think alike, so I’ve heard. I didn’t intend to take the entire pitch for myself, Mary. Go ahead and help yourself to as little or as much as you may need.❞

[lionessmaryarchive]

    Bronzen hues glisten in the illuminating light that radiates from the moon, minuscule droplets managing to soak into her ivory skin as she allows a small shrug to roll from her shoulders. ‟ William, always a pleasure. Hoping to capture a few moments to prepare yourself for the upcoming season? Must be quite the feat, attempting to be one step ahead of everyone, hrm?” Brow perking slightly as the side of her lips curl into a warm, tentative smile. ‟Or am I in the middle of interrupting a very impromptu midnight rendezvous with a Hufflepuff?” Arms crossed against her chest as her breath escapes her into the dead of night.

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        ‟ ---- You're out here much later than I'd expected. I mean, I just thought I'd have the Pitch to myself I 'spose.”

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The library ♟ 5.9.77

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There was a small comfort to knowing that he wasn’t the only one struggling, drowning in the darkness of the approaching future. His seemed to be little more than a void, conditioned by factors he could not yet understand. It scared him. Yet, Mary Macdonald who had been born with disadvantages of her own, with allegedly impure blood running through veins and faced them with her head held high and a natural kindness was uncertain as well. Peter felt the need reassure her, not only for her but to fulfill a strange need to comfort himself, as if being surrounded by certainty and bravery helped him endure.

❝Well, it’s the last first week of school. Think on the bright side! Only one more year until you’re off doing something to better the world and I can become an underpaid slave to some mean drunk in Diagon-Alley. Only one more year of reading about the goblin wars with bitter old men! After that, Mary Macdonald, we are FREE!❞ He swayed his arms around, allowing his voice to become increasingly louder and adopt the acute pitch it always did when he was excited. It was only when he yelled the last word that the librarian gave him a stern look, signaling the door as if warning him another noise would have him thrown out. ❝Sorry…❞

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  ❝Perhaps I'll make a spectacle of blowing up cauldrons, a sickle a show ought to do me over well, don't you think?❞ The chuckle that follows is light and carefree, as if the thought of the future doesn't have the sense of impending doom. As if Mary MacDonald wasn't already absolutely certain that her fate would be sealed by the end of the year. The papers were hardly doing a good job at hiding the looming presence of darkness that seemed to overshadow their world, and it was unlike the brunette to allow herself the pure and selfish comfort of oblivious nature. ❝Hrm, but you see I was thinking perhaps I'd begin studying Goblin Wars in my spare time, Mister Pettigrew. Could you imagine how absolutely fascinating a lifetime of books based purely on that nonsense would be? I feel as though you've just decided my future, mate ! ❞ Lips curling into a smile merely for the fact that whether the lighthearted conversation be covered in lies, spewing from their lips and falling from their mouths with such simple ease, it was a moment in time in which Mary found herself free of a damaged thought. Chestnut hues set upon the boy as she watches his extravagant movement to which caused quite the ruckus within the solemn atmosphere that filled the library surrounding them.    ❝Tell me Peter, just how have you been doing? I do hope the summer served you well, better than the first week back I'd assume seeing as how we're both sitting here and I'm sure we can both agree we'd much rather be doing anything but. Alas, as you mentioned, it is our last year and I find myself----❞ She pauses for a second, tongue dragging against her bottom lip in thought as her shoulders slump lower for a moment. She hopes they pick themselves up faster as her brightened orbs catch his own gaze. For, she needn't watch the curiosity fill people's features as the sunlit drenched girl loses her shine, as clouds begin to overcast the rays in which she dips herself in. ❝I find myself wanting to do better. Y'know, street performing is just such a hobby. I think I'm much more suited in other areas of expertise.❞ 

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Corridors || September 7th, 1977

The castle felt chilled. Naturally, none of the September warmth would permeate its thick stone walls filled with ghosts and bumps in the night. He sat on the floor, legs outstretched. His mutters filled the quiet corridor. “This bloody castle with all of its bloody people.”

The noise of the Great Hall drove him away before dinner could be served. The dungeons held first years, the grounds strolling throngs, and the library a group of tittering fourth years whose persistent giggling he almost silenced with- No, he could not find solace there. Nor would his dormitory do, for its isolation did him no favors either. Restless, aimless, he sat in a deserted hall, not able to decide if he desired company or cursed it.

At the sound of footsteps, a compulsory grimace and his normal manner overtook his lips. “Think carefully before coming this way. I bite.”

[lionessmaryarchive]

   She finds herself in a constant state of disarray, and today had not done her any favours in proving herself wrong. Rather, it had merely served as a reminder that the unkempt tousled locks that hung loosely around her chiseled features were merely a reminder to herself that the amount of time spent gazing into a mirror in her own reflection could not salvage the damaged core that laid to rest within her bodice. Weaving her way through the corridors, footsteps light as the cobblestone below her seized any chance of an echo to be heard, Mary finds herself strewn away from the crowds making their way towards dinner. Averting her gaze away from the mass of students in order to gain something in which she found scarce as of late. A sanctuary of any sort, solace if you will, a moment of brevity in which she could be alone with her thoughts. Believe it or not, accommodated within a dormitory with three other girls served her well when she needn't be alone with her thoughts. When her heart felt too heavy upon its cage that she merely needed to talk about something light, anything to get her mind away from the daunting sorrows at hand. But in times such as these, when all she sought out was a moment to herself ---- no, the dormitories just wouldn't do.    The voice that breaks through the silence as she rounds her last corner is menacing in its tone, laced with the sickening remembrance of a time long before this moment. For a moment, the Gryffindor girl can swear she's felt her heart plummet into the depths of her stomach, and perhaps it has. Considering herself lucky for the lack of encounters she's    shared with the Slytherin boy, Mary simply finds herself in too deep --- unable to move away as her feet cement to the ground firmly. Throat itching with irritation as chestnut hues glance towards the boy. & bite he does.             ❝I don't believe it necessary for you to announce your presence to every passer by. Falls under quite an egotistical category, wouldn't you say?❞ Tongue pressed against her gritted teeth as an arched brow raises ever so slightly following her words. 

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The Courtyard ♔ 03.09.77.

“Whereas that may be an interesting way to go about the issue at hand –– I don’t think it’s working, love.”

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    ‟ Well        bloody hell, Emmeline. You know quite well I'm absolute rubbish at this sort of thing, all I'm asking for is your help really. ”

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  Emerald orbs scan the pages at hand, feet pattering upon concrete within steady pace. The world enclosing around her, it is almost as if there is little care in the world —- when regarding a talent of your own, only can you indulge. Words are met at the final sentence of the page; scanning orbs demanding a concentration of reality, while her hands refuse. Far too intrigued in the notions of Potions, she can scarcely stop herself. As much as it is hatred to admit so, time does pass —- & she lifts her eyes only too late. Parchment flutters less than gracefully about them as an all too recognisable voice is uttered before her. Mary. 

❝ Such a clutz, Mar ——- watch where ye’r going, would’ya! ❞ Smirk tugs at her feature & soon transfigures into a bright grin. ❝ Never seen ‘ya so excited about Potions, I haven’t. ❞

      The sound of relief, a captivating breath no longer withheld in the slight worry of just whom she'd managed to bump up against. Within the corridors, some might've gone as far as to blame her for her own sheer dimwittedness, call her the grim beneath their boots, as if she had tarnished their very being by simply glancing their way with her bronzen hues. Yet, Lily Evans, Lily of all people could never do such a thing. So as a softened sigh topples from Mary's lips, as does a small laugh at the Head Girl's words.      ❝Can't change that 'bout me, Evans. But you know I'm workin' on it ! ❞ Brushing off any indication that she's hit rock bottom, the girl rolls her eyes mockingly towards her mate. In turn, as she straightens her bodice she finds the nearest column to seek refuge against. ❝---- And you might never see it again, mind you. I'm just trying to get prepared, got myself a summer reading list from good ol' Slughorn and I've got one more book to finish analyzing before classes. ------ procrastination at its finest 'm sure.❞

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littleratman:

Peter’s eyes wandered through the pages, barely taking in any of the long words on the paper. It was pointless. His grades had been terrible so far and one year of wasted effort would do nothing to better them. Looking up, he tried to cover his frustration with a grin.

❝You know what? I promised myself I’d start studying earlier this year. I lied. Again.❞

Feathered quill tickling beneath the girls chin as she allows a small sigh to escape her lips. In light of this being her last year, she's made goals. Goals that go to show that in order to become herself again, she's got to shed new skin. Bronzen hues  scanning over the pages of a dusted book she'd assumed hadn't been opened within the past five years at least. Sun seeping through the grand window panes and leaking unto her vision, a reminder that even in the darkest of times there was light shed among them. However, her thoughts are interrupted by the voice ringing through her head, the sound of Peter Pettigrew breaking the silence as her gaze lifts and is ultimately landing upon the Gryffindor bow. Brow furrowed slightly as she gives a small look that could be masked as sympathy, yet it seems to act as more so agreement on her part.      ❝Hrm, I suppose that will be everyone's downfall now won't it?❞ Mary's voice muses, a subtle tone of endearment intertwining. ❝First week is always supposed to be the easiest, is it not? Yet here we are, classes merely beginning and already with our heads buried in books in worry that we haven't prepared nearly enough. Funny thought, don't you think?❞

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Pretending to be okay is a defense mechanism of the mind. A person’s way of attempting to remain strong.

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i may not be fearless but i am strong.