Mary 영미 MacDonald

It might be kind of amusing though, him being her assistant. Still - I’m sorry you have to talk to him at all.

Same old, then? I hope they gave you a decent raise or something, for all the trouble.

I'm looking forward to going back to my old job--raise or not.

#chat #sirius

That’s - bizarre. Is he allowed to be near… people? Merlin, that’s some bullshit right there. Sure, let’s let them back into the system without even - sorry. That’s probably not good party talk. How goes the work, any way?

I'm supposed to go through him before talking to Alecto. I guess I shouldn't talk. He was polite when I gave him his check up but its ... still strange.

It's busy. Mostly colds and flus--same problems, different population.

#chat #Sirius Black

I’ll try and remember to use that excuse, thanks.

Oh, yeah? Bet she’s loving that. You don’t look too happy about it though. Has she hired someone has haughty as herself?

Always abuse the fact he's three.

Evan Rosier. I think I'm the only one thinking about foxes watching the hen house.

#chat #Sirius Black

My thoughts exactly. Do you think they’ll mind that I didn’t bring him? It seemed pretty clear that family were supposed to show - but I didn’t want to put him in a room with some of these assholes.

I can't imagine they would. Claim that its his bedtime and he's too young to stay up until midnight.

I'd offer to talk to them for you but Alecto's got a new assistant.

#chat #Sirius Black

I know they said that family and friends were meant to be here - but this doesn’t seem like a great place for Harry to be.

#chat #Sirius Black #new years party

This really isn't a child-friendly party.

Change of State | Minipara | Open

"I don’t understand why we’re even having this conversation, Evan has already been appointed as my assistant, and he will do the duties that I personally instruct him to undertake." She stated pointedly and more harshly than she should’ve but the Medi-witch was beginning to get on her nerves. "Everything will be as it has always been."

#alecto carrow #change of state alecto #minipara

"I---see." Mary decided against pressing the conversation. She could always just use Emmeline or Amelia if she needed. "Excuse me."

Change of State | Minipara | Open

Alecto raised her eyebrows at Mary, suppressing the urge to sigh and roll her eyes at her obvious distrust of Evan. "Evan isn’t a snoop, Mary. Just because you place something on his desk for me, doesn’t mean he will be reading it. I trust Evan with my life, and I know anything you might consider confidential will be seen by my eyes only."

#alecto carrow #change of state alecto #minipara

"You..." Mary took a breath and held it a moment, having to think about what she said before she spat it out. "You might trust him with your life but I have no reason to trust him. Medical files are... are not the sort of thing you just leave laying out."

Change of State | Minipara | Open

"You make it sound as if I plan to divulge everything I know to Evan." She chuckled. ”He is merely an assistant, he will be tasked with simple administrative duties. As co-head of the department, I simply thought it would make our office more approachable to the ‘returned’.”

#alecto carrow #change of state alecto #minipara

"The Returned, yes, but I'm--I." It should have been easy to assert I am in charge of keeping these medical records safe going through an intermediary is unnecessary bureaucracy. But it wasn't. "Its difficult to--to... explain what I need to see you for with someone whose not supposed to know."

Change of State | Minipara | Open

"Oh, there you are, Mary. Did you receive my owl?" Alecto knew her tone was sickly sweet, but she couldn’t stop herself from gleefully happy at Evan’s appointment to her office.

#change of state alecto #minipara #alecto carrow

"Oh!" Mary shook her head a moment, more as a way to clear her thoughts than as a negative. "Yes--yes. Though I...wanted to ask is it right to discuss "Returned" business with someone whose "Returned"?"

Change of State | Minipara | Open

"I don't know how I feel about this." There was something uncomfortable about going to not only a "Revived" about the "Revived" first but also a former Death Eater.

#morsstarter #minipara #multiple responses acceptable #Change of State

{owl} Ms. MacDonald, I wish to inform you that Eva Rosier will now be working for me as my assistant at the Revival Department. Any queries or matters to discuss with me, need to go through him first. Thank you, Alecto Carrow.

#owl #letters #Mary is not sure how to feel about this #but its not with glee #anevilqueen

Mary,

This is where I ran off to the other afternoon. Maria and I made cookies for all our friends. Happy Christmas and thank you for being so good with Maria during her check-ups.

Amelia

#christmas #presents #submission

I'll Be Home for Christmas | Amycus + Mary

#I'll Be Home for Christmas #minipara #for my records #amycus carrow #a++ Amycus #haven't lost your creep

"Don’t look so worried,” Amycus laughed into his drink, before emptying the glass and placing it back on the bar. “It was an innocent inquiry, and you’ve already helped by giving me an answer, haven’t you? Your skittish shifting, while wise, is not necessary.” He couldn’t stand the idea that she was smiling at him now just to placate him. Fake sentiment irritated him. “Maybe I’ll take your advice and try a potion. Anything would be better than nothing at this point.” Anything would be better than the fitful sleep he was currently having, waking up with a scream on his lips but no voice to make the sound.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin - enough to buy any standard, sparkly drink that the pub might serve - and pushed it down the bar towards the mediwitch. “A drink on me, for your trouble,” Amycus told her, slipping off his bar stool and straightening his robes. He tried not to catch her gaze - it would be stupid to give himself away now. “Don’t go spilling any alcohol on yourself now,” was his parting comment to her, as well as a slightly unhinged grin.

I'll Be Home for Christmas | Amycus + Mary

So she was a mediwitch. Amycus nodded his head along to her words, but he wasn’t really listening. Not intently, at least. It wasn’t even entirely her fault; his mind was elsewhere and his ability to focus wasn’t exactly at it’s peak. The drink was helping to numb his thoughts a little, making it easier cope with the buzzing of his mind and the overwhelming feeling, but he still wasn’t as alert as he’d once been. “How lucky of you,” he said in response, not too worried about whether his bland response hurt her feelings or not.

"Perhaps you did," he agreed, though he couldn’t help but say; "I’ve haven’t been in London for over a year, but we could have run into one another before then. It seems as though every thing’s gone to shit since I left. The dead rising, Azkaban escapees…" He turned to her and laughed. "I suppose you have expert medical opinions on all of that?"

He laughed again, an empty laugh that didn’t quite sound right, and then took another gulp of his drink. “Say, Miss Mediwitch - do you have any tips on how to fix nightmares, and a persistent buzzing at the back of your mind?” He pressed a finger to his temple. He looked like he might be perfectly sane, but something about his tone was off. “Is it appropriate to chase that away with drink?”

#I'll Be Home for Christmas #minipara #amycus carrow #why yes #lets just fix that #with magic #and bullets

Mary laughed into her drink. "Some, but none are very good." Or, at least none she was supposed to share. "Just when we all thought things were settling down they exploded again, didn't they?" That, she thought, was appropriate. Enough of a comment but not ... too much. Not like nearly everything else she had managed to say (or not say) in front of Rita Skeeter or to friends who had come back.

It honestly wasn't until the laugh and medical question that Mary realized something was far more off than a 'I think I recognize you' moment and some only slightly awkward bar talk. She put her drink on the bar and shifted slightly. "No, its generally considered bad practice." On the one hand, feeling the weight of something's not right made her want to walk off. On the other, she had it ingrained that doing so could result in a far more negative reaction. So she hesitated, shifted slightly to the opposite edge of her bar-stool, and smiled. "The buzzing is likely due to a lack of sleep. The occasional dreamless sleep potion is the strongest over the counter remedy but a more personal diagnoses would have to be discussed with your healer."

About That Break Out | Minipara | Open

reckless-braveryx

we have enough blood to fill a blood drive."

Mary did a good job at making sure she answered James’ question with the smallest amount of medical lingo as possible, but the answer still floored James. It just didn’t make sense that all the newly living were in near-perfect condition. Still, he didn’t want to question it too much. The Ministry was doing enough of that and, for the most part, James just wanted to enjoy living again. He wanted his life back - something he could see even more clearly with Lily having emerged from the veil. “Still weird, though, yeah?” he said on the subject.

"That was kind of a nice thing about marrying Lily, too - my mother in law never really knew of all the shit me and my mates got into." Of course, Lily’s mother had died shortly into their marriage, but it was still something James had been glad for. Mrs. Potter had generally liked him (as far as he knew, at least) and James couldn’t help but wonder if he could still say the same if she knew about some of the things he did in school.

"Sounds about right. You lot are constantly pricking us in the arms."

#James Potter #about the break out james #minipara #end?

"Of course." Mary smiled and shrugged. "How couldn't it be? I saw half of you burried and now here you are!" There was cheer in that, but slightly forced. Mary hadn't enjoyed attending the funerals and for all that she was glad that (several) of the people who had returned were alive again it didn't change that memory of watching the caskets lowered or ashes spread.

Mary smoothed a band-aid over the gauze and then got up to throw away the needle and move the blood to the back table. She could transport it later. "We're all done now." She turned, "No more pricking for at least a week. If someone tells you different send them to me."

I'll Be Home for Christmas | Amycus + Mary

"You think so, do you?" Amycus smiled, but it wasn’t kind. Of course there were bound to be more differences between them and the wizard, just as it was likely that there were a great deal of differences between the two of them. "This is my second, so at least we can be sure he’s bottles ahead of us." Not that he couldn’t catch up very quickly. "Ha, no. I’m not likely to cry," he laughed, shaking his head. "You can celebrate all you like, but we don’t need an excuse to be out drinking, especially in the holiday season. Don’t convince yourself otherwise."

He let his gaze look over her lazily, making no real attempt to recall if he knew her face or not, and then shrugged. “I doubt it. I’ve had a private healer for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never been a patient in any other respect.” They hadn’t exactly received dental plans in Azkaban. “I assume you’re a healer then? Or maybe a mediwitch.” They were decent jobs at least, requiring at least a moderate level of intelligence. If she was anything else than it didn’t really matter to him. “No patients this evening? Surely there’s some drunken foreheads to stitch up or Christmas woes to be attended to.”

#I'll Be Home for Christmas #amycus carrow #minipara

"Of course we do." Mary insisted, though less sure this time. She wanted to at least pretend this was a celebration and not some sad state of affairs where at least she, no accounting on her inadvertant company, had no one else to call during the holidays. Certainly she should have thought about calling a friend fresh from the veil but she liked to pretend that they were having proper Christmases too and wouldn't need her semi forced cheer.

She nodded to indicate her job and put the drink to her lips so she wouldn't end up blathering more than she intended. "Mediwitch. I've just begun to specialize which means I get the holiday off." Sort of. She as sure an owl would find her somehow if an emergency turned up. "At least that seems to be the way it will go? I guess I'll find out." Legally, at least, they couldn't chain her to her office for which she was forever greatful.

With one last glance at the man next to her, she shrugged. "Might have just seen you in passing one day, then."

I'll Be Home for Christmas | Amycus + Mary

The girl didn’t recognise him. For a moment, Amycus’ heart had pounded as he’d assumed he’d been caught out. It would have been ironic, or maybe just unfortunate, to be caught out in a place like this - by a girl such as the one sitting next to him. And she did look young; fresh-faced and holding one of the more colourful drinks he’d ever seen. His whiskey certainly paled in comparison to the little fire show her drink was attempting. He felt ancient sitting beside her.

He turned to glance at whoever she’d been referring to, taking a few moments to look the man up and down, not attempting to hide his distaste at the man’s appearance. Amycus turned back around, signalling for another drink. “I doubt it,” he responded eventually. She hadn’t recognised him yet, so there didn’t seem to be any harm in speaking to her. “I’d be surprised if he had anyone to kick him out of home.”

He picked up his new drink and turned to look at the girl. “And yet, here we both are. The only difference between us and him is the lack of wine down our fronts.” It was obvious that he wasn’t here to share in the cheery Christmas spirit, but the fact that this girl had opened their conversation in the way that she had gave him hope.