the brunette licked her lips slowly , breathing through her nose as the edge of her tongue slid across her pearly whites . there was a warm body beside her . watching her . perhaps waiting for an opening , but the concentrated spark in her gaze may have appeared uninviting . so franceska lowered her quill and arched a perfectly plucked brow . ❛ it might be easier to just ask , ❜ she mused , an unreadable smile gracing her soft features .
﹙ *☆ ┆𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖉, 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦.
𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖓'𝖙 been as subtle as she thought. not a surprise, really; mary macdonald was hardly ever subtle. she narrowed her eyes at the other girl, popping her bubble gum almost aggressively. “ —— alright, fine. do you get your eyebrows DONE or are those natural ? ”
𝖆 𝖈𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 dangerously at the corner of a purple-lipsticked mouth as mary talked a mile a minute, her fingers splayed expressively. “ —— OKAY, but like, what do you think the odds are that pendergrass just realized she didn’t wanna talk to a whole bunch of snotrag kids and just fucked off somewhere ? ” mary’s voice was loud and jocular, carrying easily across the hogwarts grounds. someone who didn’t know her very well might think she was just seeking an audience. someone who knew her better than that would know mary was just always this loud and demonstrative. and someone who knew her even better than that would know it was because she was, in fact, always just seeking an audience. “ —— honestly, if i got FIRED, hogwarts is the last place i’d go. i bet she’s off somewhere getting fucking plastered. ”
“In this film, it’s safe to say that she’s been at the mansion for about ten years, so she’s, you know, grown up there, she knows the ins and outs of the mansion.”
tarot cards spread beneath trembling fingers, bubblegum and cigarette breath, never speaking a wish out loud for fear it won’t come true, knuckles whitening around a steering wheel as you slam on the brakes, laughing till your throat is raw, shimmering eyeshadow and flowing skirts rimmed in mud, only catching your breath on the roof, wilting daisies in empty firewhiskey bottles, oversized hoop earrings, ice cream dripping sticky-sweet down your wrist, looking your mother in the eyes when you lie. ┊ if you’re looking for MARY MACDONALD, you’ll probably find HER in the GRYFFINDOR dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY year old MUGGLEBORN who looks kind of like MEDALION RAHIMI. they seem INQUISITIVE, COMPASSIONATE, VIVACIOUS to me, but apparently they’re also ESCAPIST, DEPENDENT, FLIGHTY. maybe that’s why their patronus is A HUMMINGBIRD. ( cis female & she / her )
mary macdonald was born maryam madani, to an iranian mother who wasn’t expecting her, but loved her nonetheless. zahra madani came to england for what was supposed to be graduate school, but instead turned into a surprise pregnancy with an english boyfriend who didn’t stick around very long after zahra told him she was pregnant
it took zahra a while to finish grad school with a newborn baby but she did it !!! we stan a queen. eventually started her own private psychology practice in birmingham
a single, immigrant iranian mother raising her daughter in 1960s england ?? that’s tough bro ! madani became macdonald, zahra became sarah, and maryam became mary in order to make mary’s childhood as seamless as possible
but even so, mary was always different as a child in ways her mother couldn’t explain
spoiler: it’s cause she’s a witch
mary always was kind of an awkward loner as a child. it meant she studied a lot tho !! lil baby nerd spent all her afternoons at the library cause her mother was working and it was cheaper than paying for childcare
wow tb to when mary was good at school... #spoileralert
anyways and then they found out that hey ! mary was a witch ! whoa
so she started at her semi-local wizarding school super excited n then found out that everyone else already knew so much more than her.... she just felt so behind and dumb and very discouraged yanno
plus she was far from home for the first time !!! she missed her mom !! homesick bb
when she went to hogwarts she was like. fuck this i’m reinventing myself. i’m gonna be the Fun And Exciting one
so she was always the class clown, wore a lot of badly applied makeup, goofed off in class and hiked her skirt up a few inches shorter, spread rumours about herself to make herself more interesting, talked loudly and made inappropriate jokes and got drunk on school nights
she liked attention and liked being liked
she bases her self-worth on how other people view her..... girl thats Unhealthy but idk she does it anyway
was ofc getting flak for being muggleborn but she kind of put on a v carefree attitude to hide it
obviously her grades were slipping but she kept on that who cares attitude, and at home told her mom that p meant perfect
as the years passed, she felt more and more like an impostor, searching for her passion and her place in the wizarding world, flitting from friend to friend and fling to fling, quitting different clubs and joining another
but idk as loud and crass and aimless as she could be .... she never rly had a bad word to say about people ? she always believed in the best possible version of other people
SCARS TW / until she woke up one day in fifth year, eighteen years old, in the hospital wing with jagged white scars running along her side and across her chest, and no memory of how they got there / END TW
madam pomfrey told her she’d been attacked and was found unconscious and badly hurt in the third floor hallway. but whether it was the result of a spell, or the trauma, or because she was under the influence, mary has no memories of the night
the rumours all point to mulciber, and she chooses to believe it because it’s not like she has a better idea
the week before her attack, her divination professor told her there was danger approaching. at the time, mary brushed it off with a laugh and an eye roll, but she fixated on it afterwards
now idk she’s really into divination ? it’s one of the few things she takes seriously. she always has her pack of tarot cards on her. her line of thinking is that if magic is possible, why can’t divination be possible ? it’s kind of a coping mechanism i guess. she needs something to lean on, something to believe with all the uncertainty in her life
she knows she’s a cliche and a cautionary tale but she doesn’t know how to be anything but
she’s not super happy rn but listen that just means there’s room for character growth
ok that was a rambly mess but um ya ? come plot with me
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