quip fast, die young

mary macdonald ❧ twenty-one, bartender, ex-gryffindor, muggleborn. constantly making bad decisions.

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tired & overheating ( it is midnight and it is 28.5 degrees C in my room !! fuck ) & this weekend was a bit messy but thank y’all for all the replies and i’ll be getting to them asap <333 also pls message me if you wanna do anything w lexi or mary! i should be able to reply to all (current and if i get any new) IMs tomorrow on my phone when i’m at work!

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siriusblaxx:

Sirius loved working in a pub, he loved the atmosphere, he loved meeting new and interesting people every night.  It felt warm and cozy, and as if he was actually a part of something.  Casting Mary a smirk at her response.  “Sorry about that, I misplaced my trusty steed and had to make it to work on foot”  Laughing softly as he took up his usual corner behind the bar, his eyes scanned the crowds, getting a feel of the customers for that night, as it changed so often.  Making eye contact with a customer, a friendly smile worked its way onto his features.   “Hey, Macdonald….bet i can make more tips than you tonight”  He called over his shoulder.

        mary pretended to think about it, adopting a faux-solemn expression, before cracking half a smile. “ s’all right, ” mary said. “ you’re forgiven. but only because the loss of one’s steed is a truly tragic happenstance, ” she quipped. filling a pint glass with the beer on tap, she slid it to the customer, before glancing sidelong at sirius addressing her. “ oh, ” she said, smirking, “ you’re on. ” handing the order from her new customer, she winked at the patron and blew a kiss, grinning a little as he blushed slightly. sirius was going down.

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hcstic:

          Once the drink was ready, Hestia gulped it down faster than it should be humanly possible. All she wanted at the moment was to get drunk; to lose all that control that she strived all this time to maintain. It wasn’t uncommon for her. She was used to it. She bottled up all her feelings, worries and anxieties for a long time, until she couldn’t bear it. This was one of her not-so-healthy ways of coping with it. “Oh, I am absolutely fine, can’t you tell?” she said at first trying to sound all serious and not whiny and sarcastic as she did. She took a breath and tried to put her thoughts in a logical order. “I had been working on this thing at work -I can’t really tell, I am not allowed. And I really did thought that it would work, because if it did it would have been a… breakthrough. But it didn’t and the last couple months were a total waste!”. She slightly pushed the glass towards Mary silently asking for another refill; firewhiskey and the sweet absence of control was all she needed right now.

        mary watched hestia down the drink with surprising speed, ever so slightly raising her eyebrow. she was half-startled, half-impressed. “ yeah, you look stellar, ” mary remarked drily, responding in kind. she waited, feeling like hestia would tell her eventually, and, sure enough, she did. picking up the glass hestia slid towards her, mary made a sympathetic noise. “ that sucks, ” she said genuinely, pouring firewhiskey into the cup for her. sure, it mightn’t have been a particularly practical nor healthy coping method, but who was mary to judge? she wasn’t known for particularly good decisions anyway, and seeing as hestia generally was, she figured that hestia deserved this. sliding it back to hestia, she cocked her head. “ i mean — i know it’s absolutely not what you wanted, which is frustrating, absolutely, but i guess at least you know now what doesn’t work? it’s not — it’s not an answer, which is, like, so fucking frustrating, but i guess it’s not quite nothing? ”

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littlelils:

             “ oh of course, i’d never miss an opportunity to boast about my most beautiful and wondrous friends, especially you. “ her nose crinkled as lowered herself to the bar stool, peering down to slip a few galleons from the pocket of her jacket, and  settling them down over the counter. “i have been fancying a pint lately and james was so sweet and took harry for a few hours. four of which i was with him, with, of course, undevised supervision.  i feel like i can almost trust him with my child. so let’s go with a pint, possibly two here in the next ten minutes. depending on how i feel. “

        “ this is why you’re my favourite forever, ” mary laughed, shooting her friend a bright grin. “ well, and also because you’re the most delightful. can never go wrong with a dose of lily ! ” sliding the galleons down towards the till, mary nodded. “ that’s my cap, pulling shifts with the best of the tiny people, ” she mused, before snorting. “ fair, but i think you’re safe — he’s kept sirius alive since we were eleven, and he turned out all right — don’t tell him i said that — i reckon he can handle harry for ten minutes. and you absolutely deserve a pint ! one of our best, comin’ right up ! ” whistling to herself, mary grabbed a glass and started filling it up, carefully sliding off the excess foam and passing it to lily.

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dorcassing:

     “I need you to make me the wildest, most extravagant cocktail out there. Three cherries, some glitter if you have it … just make it BRILLIANT,” says Dorcas, leaning forward as she presses her arms on the bar, grinning widely at Mary. She has just finished her shift a few doors to the left and is in the mood for some conversation that is not done in her customer voice. “If it’s nothing short of fantastical, I will sue this whole place and get you fired.” She’s joking, of course; Dorcas hardly likes cocktails ( minus mojitos ) and prefers beers, especially after a long day, but she hopes the idea of making a cocktail for her makes Mary feel a bit of pressure. She grins even wider, leaning back again. “Joking. An ale. Best one you’ve got, nothing imported.”

        mary gave dorcas a look. the cocktail did sound daunting—what would go well with three cherries? dark chocolate liqueur, maybe?—but mary was always up for a challenge... though usually, she preferred to dole out a few quick things on tap first to get her in the mood. “ i would have made that monstrosity for you, ” mary informed dorcas, grinning at her friend’s actual order. “ or. well, tried, anyway. i think it’d have had to be pretty liqueur heavy, which is maybe not the right combination with glitter but hey, for you, anything’s possible, ” she added with a wink. “ on tap, or bottled? ” mary asked. “ we’ve actually got a new one on tap—an amber ale—from a new irish brewery which comes highly recommended from amber digest, and then some classic ol’ bottled pale ale from merrow breweries. ”

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alicevfcrtescue:

A sweet smile and a wave of her hand cleared the way to the bar. Alice may not drink much, but she had cemented herself as a regular. She liked to socialize. Gaining the favor of the other patrons was as easy as listening to them. It took a few hugs and exchanged pleasantries, but she was soon seated at her regular bar stool. “No rush,” Alice reassured her, returning to the conversation with the woman beside her. A kiss to the cheek was offered as a goodbye when her husband arrived to guide her to a table. Alice was left to turn her attention to Mary. “Whiskey neat.”

        mary flashed alice a quick, thankful grin as she set up her station, then turned back to her to hear her order. “ coming right up, ” mary said, rummaging through the bottles to find the brand of whiskey alice usually had. mary liked meeting new people, but she really liked being able to be familiar with and personalise things for her regulars. “ how’ve you been, alice? ” she asked as she poured the whiskey into a glass.

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wercwclf:

‘ uh, can i have some firewhiskey ? and maybe some sense of purpose in the wizarding society ? thank you. ’ it had been another long day of unsuccessful job hunting for remus, so he was a complete wreck. ‘ can’t they just be honest, at least ? i’m tired of hearing that i’m not qualified enough; just tell me you are paralised by the thought of a werewolf as your employee. ’

        mary clucked sympathetically, then made a grimacing expression. “ coming right up, ” she promised, grabbing a bottle of ogden’s firewhiskey from the top shelf and whipping out a glass. “ well, the alcohol—as much as i’d love to be able to dole out purpose or kick all the employers up the head, i think this is the extent of my skillset tonight, ” mary said, looking very much like she would like to kick them up the heads. largely because she really would. “ but i can keep it coming for as long as needed, ” she added, before sighing. sure, bartending was hardly in the top echelon of jobs, but at least it was hers, and she wasn’t really qualified for anything else, nor did she have anything else she particularly wanted to do; remus, on the other hand, was qualified and actually tried to do something. it was so unfair that doors kept shutting in his face, especially when they were trying to bullshit him about it. “ yeah, that’s bullshit. it’s one thing to let prejudice take precedence over qualifications—which is still bad—but it’s another thing to lie about it. ” she passed him the firewhiskey. “ where was it this time? i want to be able to spill a drink on the boss if i ever see them in here. ”

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hcstic:

          Hestia’s head was pounding. Today she realized that all her research and hard work for the past two months had been for nothing. Her experiment had utterly failed and she could not be more disappointed. This seldom happened, but when it did she chagrined over it for almost a month. And all she wanted to do right now was to drink as much alcohol as her stomach could withstand, not caring for tomorrow’s hangover. She was already a bit tipsy, and when Mary asked her to move she mumbled affirmatively, yet she didn’t move. “Can you get me another one, please?” she requested gently poking the half empty glass that was standing in front of her.

        mary wasn’t notable for her skills of observation in general life, but she was fairly perceptive when it came to people, and she thought hestia was acting a little down. “ sure thing, ” she said, smiling quickly as she glanced at the glass, before rooting around the bench to find what she was drinking and make her another. “ you doing all right, champ? ” she asked as she poured hestia’s drink, the slightest hint of concern sneaking into her mostly casual question. casual, non-interrogative tones were usually best when talking to people in a bar, she had found, but she couldn’t help the slight concern and affection coming through her voice: hestia was great, and she hated the idea of her being upset by something. she finished making the drink and slid it in front of hestia, before settling in front of her, waiting patiently in case she wanted to talk.

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littlelils:

loose giggles protrude past the plump linings of her lips as she watched her friend dance around from behind the bar. it was too entertaining, and she refused to stop her dead in her tracks for attention. after the few people were served a bright longing smiling fluctuated over her dainty features. “well, aren’t you a bit of a busy bee ! though i’d never actually get to you with the lot ‘round here.”

        after serving a few people—most, thankfully, wanted ales or things on tap, but one adventurous spirit had asked for a mermish watertongue, which, whilst thankfully not containing any tongues or other mermish body parts, had required her to dash to the back to find some irish gillyweed and distilled elderflower wine. finally, when she’d served a couple of patrons, she had been able to turn to lily, delighted to see her. “ it’s tough, being so popular, ” mary agreed, grinning wickedly to show she was teasing. “ please feel free to tell sirius how in demand and efficient i am, ” she added. “ he’s convinced that he’s winning our little competition, which, no. ” mary laughed. “ i am glad that you got to me! always love some lils time, especially when i’m on the clock, ” she winked. “ speaking of, can i get you a drink or food or anything, or are you just after my delightful presence? ”

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siriusblaxx:

Sirius was running late, as usual. Though he preferred to think of it as fashionably late and anyway he always worked more than enough hours.  Tossing the end of his smoke into the gutter he strutted into the bar for his usual shift.  “Excuse me” He said as he pushed his way through the crowds, most of them already three sheets to the wind.   His lips curled into a warm smile when he saw Mary behind the bar, “Don’t worry, Macdonald your knight in shining armour is here”  He called half laughing as he finally made his way to the bar. 

        mary was mixing up a fire on the beach for the customer, muddling sugar and lime wedges with a dash of coconut rum, when she heard sirius, and she flashed him an easy grin. “ my hero, ” she said teasingly, laughing a little as she poured firewhiskey into the highball glass, before topping it off with a thin layer of rum for the flambé aspect of the drink. pulling out her wand—they could do it with a lighter, but wands were generally more precise and efficient, at least if you had a good grasp of fire charms, which mary luckily did—she carefully set the top op the drink aflame, sliding it carefully to the customer. he was a regular, so she wasn’t too concerned, but she watched to make sure he blew out the flame before drinking, then turned back to sirius, satisfied. “ my knight in shining armour is late, ” she observed, grinning cheekily at him, before turning to help the next person in line, and gesturing to the person behind them to go to sirius for attention.

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ok idk if it’s showing up in the tags for anyone but just in case, i did an alexandria intro which can be seen on her blog here (for dashboard view — just her blog in general, but it’s the newest post) or here (for blog view)

now onto replies !!

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chloebennet: Bathroom photo series.

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        “ HEY, sorry, can i just... scoot past? ” mary — well, she said more than asked, deftly stepping around the bar patron to slip behind the counter. it was the start of her shift, and while it wasn’t a particularly busy time of night, the other bartender seemed to have their hands full with another group at the other end of the bar, so she was pretty keen to get back there and help out any other waiting customers. “ i’ll be with you in half a mo, ” she promised, calling it over her shoulder, before disappearing for a moment behind the bar. “ all right, ” she said, popping up and glancing at the first waiting customer, “ what can i do for you? ”

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hey everyone!!! it’s so lovely to meet y’all & i’m really excited to be here! this is going to be a bit of a mess i’m sorry but i’ll try keep it concise ( or, at least, coherent ) ! i’m jane, i live in new zealand and we’re currently in nzdt ( gmt +13 ) but usually it’s just +12. i’m twenty, turning twenty-one in a few weeks ( december nineteen!! so close to christmas yikes ) aaaand just finished my b.a.? except i might be doing honours next year so we’ll see! anyway this is miss mary mac and she’s... a mess lmao. a disaster. i love her, but, A Mess™

( CHLOE BENNET, SHE/HER ) — MARY MACDONALD? oh, you mean the TWENTY-ONE year old MUGGLEBORN. they’re working as a BARTENDER now, aren’t they ? I’ve heard they’re really LOYAL, but i know for a fact that they can be RECKLESS at times. No wonder they’ve decided to SIDE WITH THE ORDER.

this is a ramble but i have an about for mary which sort of covers some of her general stuff + some specific things about her at hogwarts and it is here ( if you would like to read that, i would maybe read this first bc that stuff is more detailed so this might be a better initial overview? )

i’ll try to do some quick points here though to both expand on that + be a more concise guide

mary’s welsh! from a lil seaside town called rhyl. she can speak welsh but she doesn’t often have much occasion to, but if your character knows any welsh at all... hit her up. she’ll be delighted + it’s a GREAT language to make secret plots in and talk about things in front of people w/o them knowing bc it’s not so common

she’s a muggleborn & people who were at school w her ( not all, but some ) will probably remember an Incident™ involving mulciber and either dark magic or a harmless prank, depending on what side you fall on ( honestly probably somewhere in between — a sadistic prank which utilised dark magic which is still Terrible ), because lbr hogwarts is dreadful at keeping secrets so i imagine at least most of her year group heard at least something about it, if not specifics, and also probably some gryffindors and slytherins in other houses

( sidenote but pranks at hogwarts are fucking dark, at least during marauders’ era, damn )

mary is a reactive creature which is Not Good for her bc she combines that with some pretty poor emotional processing skills ( she’s good with other people’s emotions, generally; it’s just hers that she’s useless with ) and that leads to.... Poor Coping Mechanisms, though they can be hard to pin down

mostly she just became ?? more ?? she’s always been impulsive and had trouble with authority, but following that incident, she became even more recalcitrant and volatile and it’s just ?? it’s noticeable ( though it’s been a few years since the shift occurred and hasn’t reversed and doesn’t look like it will ) but hard to define because she’s always had those traits, now they’re just magnified

stubborn and unflinching and loyal and her patronus is a wolfhound but one of her friends used to joke that maybe it should have been a mule and honestly ?? rude but probably not fake

she’s a bit too unflinching when it comes to death eaters and stuff because she’s sorta like... well i mean they already tried dark magic, what else are they gonna do ?? which is... a bad survival instinct but she’s never claimed that was her strength

too compassionate and empathetic. it’s a real problem. messes with her head a lot bc she still doesn’t really believe anyone isn’t worth saving and she’s so mad about that bc she really feels like she should have been able to learn from what happened at school and write people off and she just... can’t? it’s not that she doesn’t think death eaters are the worst — she totally does and she’s not particularly shy about it — but rather that it still doesn’t mean she’d be okay with leaving them in a burning building. she would try to save pretty much anyone ( definitely a stranger because she doesn’t know them and can’t judge them, though definitely not voldemort because genocidal maniac ) tbf. though, jury’s out as to whether that would hold if someone she held dear to her heart was killed

loooooves rock and punk music. wizarding or muggle, she’s super into it. she likes music in general, and grabbing a friend and dancing around the room or something, but rock and punk are her favourites

allergic to cherries but a whiz at mixology and cooking breakfast foods. french toast is her four am comfort food. she also believes in mixology being about instinct and stuff, so if you’ve explicitly said so or she reckons you’d be down for it, she may be a little instinctive with the mix of your drink, but she’s usually pretty good at getting it down

she’s fast, both reflex-wise and physically ( she was also a very fast flier — chaser at hogwarts, and notable mostly for her immense speed and her willingness to push the limits beyond what was reasonable and be reckless with her safety in order to make the play; with speed like hers, she probably should have been a seeker, but she’s always worked better with people around her, so chaser was the best position ), and given that she’s useless with healing magic, it’d be v smart if she would use that speed to run away from dangerous situations but, alas, running away has never been a strength of hers

she just !!! she cares so much !!! and she makes so many bad decisions and her preferred way of handling problems is to avoid them and she’s always down for a laugh and a drink but she’s also a pretty good listener and she loves the banter and can absolutely be snarky and irreverent but she just cares so much and she’s not very good at expressing that in any way other than laughing affection and sidestepping any discussions about her own feelings but do not be fooled !! she cares !! it’s why she’s in this fight — not because it pertains to her, although it absolutely does, but because it pertains to her friends. she’s never been any good at letting someone go in alone

she also really likes comics from when she was a kid growing up ( escapism in your own reality, i guess, though it eventually turned out that she had magic which was the ultimate escapism and, more importantly, it was real ) and still references superheroes sometimes and her biggest regrets in life are that she currently owns neither a dog nor a motorcycle but at least she has a tattoo of a dragon on her ankle. she likes dragons and comc in general. she spent way too much time in detention at school but it didn’t even feel like a punishment when it involved work with the groundskeeping or comc. ( cleaning, however, was another matter. )

ANYWAY i’m not sure how coherent or helpful that was but there’s my lil mac! she goes by mary, mac, pretty much any nickname that’s understandably hers and not offensive is fair game tbh. please feel free to IM me if you wanna plot or like this post and i’ll come to you!!! x