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Nervously running the palms of her hands against her dress, Mary glanced around at the dancing crowd with a tiny smile on her face. Despite once again wondering why this event was attended, it was a little nice watching everyone have a good time. The music at least was fairly decent, and the decorum was by far the best part. Winter had always been her favourite holiday, and seeing winter themed decorations everywhere just made the castle that much more beautiful.

Twirling the drink around in her cup, Mary went to step to the side in search of a familiar face before contact with a body sent her suddenly stumbling back. “Oh - oh I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, hoping any damage hadn’t been done to the others attire.

#hella lame but !#tls starter #tls yuleball

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she used to be mine // sara bareilles

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Mary MacDonald ; an edit

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Order of the Phoenix ; a moodboard

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prettyboi-pctter:

“Me? Oh, I just get hungry around this time of night and decided to visit the house elves in the kitchen for a light snack. They insisted that I took something to go. They’re so polite.” James commented as he opened up the pie and broke off a piece. “You want some?” He offered while stuffing the slightly over-sized piece into his mouth.

While James spent most of his time along the other marauders, Mary was one of the few people James would call an actual friend. And she was so much better to talk to than Sirius at that. She would probably be the better person to ask for advice about Lily, now that he thought about it.

“So, how is life treating you?” James asked, opting for some light smalltalk in lieu of starting on whatever it was that kept Mary awake at pie-time at night

“A fair enough reason.” Only that definitely resonated with her, a love of sweets often taking first priority. Especially over sleep, though these days, there was barely any competition. An amused smile flickering across his lips at how much he had shoved into his mouth, she responded with a simple nod, taking a piece for herself. “Absolutely, thank you.”

Taking a fork out of her bag (Mary was nothing if not always well prepared for the option of snack eating), she poked at it aimlessly, wondering how to best go about the question. Cautious optimism always seemed like the best route. “Life is good. I could do without all the papers they’re piling on us but... it’s preparation for next year, so I get it.” Didn’t make it any less annoying, but a bit more bareable.

Briefly closing her eyes as she took the first bite, smiling happily at how talented the elves always her, her gaze returned to James. “I trust you are good as well? No doubt preparing how to exhaust us at the next Quidditch practice.” Spoken with a teasing tone, though there was an underlying truth to the statement.

#( convo : james. )

lupincs:

Doing patrols wasn’t Remus’s favorite part of being a prefect. At first, there was a certain thrill that came with being out of bed past curfew with a legitimate excuse, but that wore off quite quickly. In fact, it almost took away the joy of being out of bed at all, even when it was with James or Sirius or Peter. Luckily, his privileges were useful, when they were caught and Remus flashed the prefect badge.

But he only did that in dire situations, when serving a detention would otherwise mess up their plans. Or when it would just be incredibly inconvenient timing. Whichever happened.

Since he shared a rotation with the other prefects, he didn’t always get to choose his night. Tonight, he was sore, and just wanted to curl under the covers with several warming charms and his stash of Honeydukes.

Whether or not he should, Remus was just about to call it quits any way, prefect duties be damned, when he heard a distint rustling from one of the classrooms on the corridor. He stopped, sighed a very heavy sigh, and went to investigate. Remus was not expecting, however, to find the seemingly disembodied head of Mary Macdonald hovering inside a huge pile of blankets and other fort building materials.

He debated for a minute, tilting his head to the side. According to McGonagall, he should tell Mary to pack up her fort and get back to the common room. But he wasn’t McGonagall.

“Sure, why not. D'you have any snacks, perchance?”

It had been an activity since childhood, one that been all but perfected over the year. Fort building was done frequently with Mary and her brothers (and often destroyed when it was deemed that one of the boys wasn’t ‘worthy’ of getting in). How to pin blankets in the right place, how many pillows were needed for the optimal amount of comfort. Coming to Hogwarts had only made it better. Magic helped hold everything up, illuminated the ceiling, and reduced a lot of the actualy work of assembling it.

It was half and half on these nights, though. Nights when distractions were not wanted, but needed. When keeping your hands busy kept your mind busy, even if it was by doing something like lifting blankets around. It worked, and that was all that could be hoped for.

Company, though, that was the ultimate distraction. Just not one that had taken into account or expected. Not in the form of a friendly face at least, but hell, she would take it. Although the head tilt- that was a bit nerve wracking. He was a Prefect, after all. Did that come first? Responsibility ought to be top priority, at least to others.

Then again, he was a marauder.

Which was how she found herself grinning at Remus’ agreeance, immediately shifting back inside, moving around pillows to make room for him to sit.

“It’s like you don’t even know me, Remus.” Her tone was light, the grin having fallen to a serene smile. “A fort is not a proper fort if there aren’t snacks included. Rule number one.” A rule that was taken very seriously, as evident by the contents of her bag. Reaching in, a handful of sugar quills was pulled out - followed by chocoballs and a contained of lemon cakes. All the staples in her diet, basically. “Did you want anything? I have...”, more than what was needed, “plenty”.

#( convo : remus. )

lilevcns:

Lily Evans was a big believer in a good night’s sleep. Eight hours, how else was she meant to function otherwise? As a result she was often the first of the room to go to sleep and the first to wake up. She was a morning person if nothing else, much to her friends dismay. On rare occasions did she suffer insomnia, but fairly often Lily awoke in the middle of the night. Often from a nightmare.

On this particular evening, while getting up for a glass of water, Lily noticed her best friend was not in her bed. And being Lily Evans, she wouldn’t rest until she found her.

And so, the responsible, sensible prefect was roaming the corridors of the castle in the middle of the night. While forming a plan for if she was caught (sleepwalking?) the witch searched where Mary was likely to be. Eventually she wondered into an old classroom to find a colorful whirl of fabric and– hey, that was her blanket! Quickly her friend comically popped her head out and Lily could only laugh. “Mary Macdonald, this is how you get detention.” She said, crawling in after her. “And you took my blanket.”

If there was one thing Mary immediately felt upon seeing Lily, it was relief. Of all Prefects to catch her, this was by far the best option aside from Remus (which had also happened on numerous occassions). “Is that your way of telling me you’ll report me to Filch?” Raised eyebrows met with a tiny smile of disbelief. “If so, when I have to spend hours polishing stupid trophies, just know that I will be plotting my revenge the entire time. I may finally team up with Peeves on something. Get him on my side for once.” As opposed to dumping ink on her - though the polteregist and herself would realistically never see eye to eye.

Relaxing back against a pile of pillows, a content smile crossed her face, a little glad to have company for once. Company that likely wouldn’t prod about the late hours; worrying was expected, and that she could deal with. That she was used to.

“Ah, yeah - sorry about that,” she remarked sheepishly, glancing at the blanket in question. “It just fits in so well, don’t you think? Nice and comfy, it’s a good fort blanket. You should be proud of your choice.” It said a lot about someones personality, in Marys opinion. How many blankets did they have? Were they soft? How many pillows did they sleep with? At home, it was almost a marvel that she could even fit on her body while her brothers were practically bare. Shameful.

#( convo : lily. )

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me: [facedown on the floor] listen everything is totally fine

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Mary MacDonald ; a moodboard

“ i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring.”

#( about. )#( edit. )#first time doing a moodboard like this so?? idk but !!#tls points

FMK: Sirius, James, Remus

Happily marry Remus, because the other two would drive me up the wall in a day. I love them both, but I could never live with them.The other two are hard, because while I couldn’t sleep with either of them I couldn’t really kill either of them. However - both of their egos need a bit of deflating. Since James’ heart belongs to another… sorry mate, but you have to go.

#( answered meme. )#Anonymous

HYE lied about your age?

I mean - ‘m not proud of it or anything, but a few times. It’s easier to get things when people think you’re a bit older, see, and I can pass for that sometimes.

#( answered meme. )#Anonymous

WYR be a reverse centaur or a reverse mermaid?

A centaur. Both are equally terrifying to think of, but I would much rather be a creature of the forest than have to be around merpeople.

#( answered meme. )#literally her boggart nbd #Anonymous

FMK: Marlene McKinnon, Narcissa Black, Rita Skeeter

Thankfully, one that really isn’t difficult at all.

Without a doubt, I would marry Marlene. Doesn’t even matter who the other two options are unless you throw Lily in the mix. I think we’d live happily ever after, so long as she doesn’t make all my blankets smell like smoke.Not that I ever would, but for the sake of this - I’d shag Rita, because there’s no way I’m letting Narcissa into my bed. Sorry mate, but it’s your time to go.

#( answered meme. )#Anonymous

m-mckinnon:

It wasn’t unusual for Marlene to patrol the corridors at night. She didn’t sleep well, and she hated to be confined; routine was anathema to her and she had never properly adjusted to the rules and regulations of Hogwarts after a childhood of running wild. Over the summer she had started to smoke (she had spent most of it in France, where cigarettes were entirely obligatory to most conversations), but she didn’t dare do so around Lily, who would definitely scold her, so she had been hiding out in one of the courtyards, watching the stars.

She wasn’t an unhappy girl. It wasn’t in her nature to linger over hardships; she was dramatic, certainly, but her temper cooled fast and she moved onto the next argument before the unfortunate in her path had gathered their thoughts to respond. So it was with a slight smile on her face that she saw the light coming from under the classroom door on her walk back to Gryffindor tower.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked Mary, quietly, closing the door behind her, and then, with a grin, she said, “I don’t care, I’m in.” Scrambling under the blankets and pillows, she settled herself into Mary’s contraption, beaming. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a fucking weirdo, Macdonald?”

As the door had opened, Mary found herself holding her breath, bracing herself for what was about to appear. Filch was always the likely suspect - when did he sleep? - followed by a Slytherin prefect. After so long, it was natural to expect the worst case scenario. What hadn’t been expected was a familiar voice ringing through the room, relief washing over her body as Marlene’s face came into full view.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Mary teased, her eyebrows raising ever so slightly. “It is far past curfew and I’m not the only one missing from our dormitory. Lily will have a proper fit if she wakes up, you know.” Though this had been going on for almost a year now - night terrors had guaranteed that. The solace of the castle, the stillness of everything, it was calming. Some would think that wandering around alone late at night would have the opposite effect, but Mary always had been a mess of contradictions.

A quiet laugh spilled from her laps as she settled back onto the bed of blankets, staring up at the magically illuminated roof. “Many times, actually. But you’re friends with a fucking weirdo, so really, what’s worse?” Of which Mary was eternally grateful, but that was known by anyone who knew the pair of them.