Mary Macdonald

eighteen - gryffindor - muggleborn

[crimexpaysx-blog]

“The problem that we have here Mary is that I enjoy hurting you, you’re the little doll that I take all of my anger and frustration out on” Damien confessed to her, but he was sure she must already know because it was quite obvious by the way he wouldn’t let her go, even now after all of this time he was still seeking his pleasure with her, knowing that seeing her hurt or crying was just the remedy he needed to silence his inner demons for a little while.   “I think I want to see a bit more flesh, Mary. It’s not going to be easy to cut you with all of this material covering you up from me”. Damien used the knife to tear the top part of the shirt so that he could get to her shoulders and collar bone, he wasn’t interested in anything sexual with her, just to get near to places she’d have to see on a daily basis. “I’m thinking a big old cut along your collar, I could do a pattern, some pretty shapes?” Damien teased, using his other hand to squeeze her cheeks between his fingertips as he leaned in closer to her, wanting to make it difficult for her not to look at him. “Give me a kiss Mary for treating you so kindly” He whispered with a smirk , puckering up his lips in a playful and teasing manner.

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

Mary couldn’t cope with this; wasn’t sure she even knew how to. As the tears began to fall thick and fast down her pale cheeks, the blonde simply couldn’t wrap her head around why Damien continued to single her out What was it, that drew him back to her each time? Whatever it is, Mary wanted to know; she’d burn that piece of her to the ground quite happily and simply never look back. “Wh-Why are y-you d-doing th-this?” Letting out a little whimper of horror as the knife sliced through the material of her school blouse, Mary was soon desperately trying to lean away from Damien’s touch, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as his fingers came to press against her cheeks. “I-If I d-do, w-will y-you l-let me g-go?” The very idea of pressing her lips to Damien’s was one that made all kinds of ill thoughts begin to bubble away in her gut, but all Mary wanted in that moment was to escape his clutches, and she’d do simply anything to achieve that goal.

[jpottcr-deactivated20160930]

   “That’s the spirit. Just say your garden gnome ate it.”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“You’re not bloody funny, James.”

[frnkslngbttm-deactivated2016051]

“ do you need a tissue to wipe away the swoon remnants? “

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Oh, I might just, Frankie. But lunch first, hm?”

[jpottcr-deactivated20160930]

   “You say that like it’s a big deal.”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Oh, no, my twelve sheets of Charms homework disappearing off of the face of the earth is a perfectly small thing!”

[opheliacastillo-blog]

“There’s something relaxing about being on the pitch at night…don’t you think? It’s so quiet and peaceful.”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“I-It’s l-lovely at n-night.” Mary smiled weakly, often using the pitch as a means of escape when she wanted to be unfindable.

[frnkslngbttm-deactivated2016051]

“ aren’t you already swooning at your toughest friend, mary mac? “

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“I’m practically on the floor, Frankie.”

[henrytravers]

     Henry Travers had never been invisible during his time at Hogwarts, unfortunately, but there was something about this year that he was sure would be the death of him. His thoughts were so rapid and chaotic, he almost didn’t feel the tap on his shoulder from one Mary Macdonald. His brows furrowed immediately, and for a moment, he wondered if she wanted to ask him for directions because she was surely lost. They had classes together before on more than one occasion, but he couldn’t recall a conversation they may have indulged in that wasn’t small talk about grades and what have you. Unable to remove the crease over his forehead, Henry cleared his throat and turned to face her. 

“I don’t see why not. If I have the answer you’re looking for is where we’d run into a problem,” he answered practically.  

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

This was a mistake. Completely and utterly a mistake. Mary could turn around right now, run in the other direction and simply take whatever forfeit the girls would give her, and simply hide away for the rest of the week. And yet, a part of Mary felt like she had something to prove, as though going through with something as trivial as a dare would show everyone that Mulciber hadn’t fucked her up as badly as everyone thought he had. Frankly, she just wanted to prove something to herself, prove that there was a part of her old self still trapped within. And so, taking a deep breath, the blonde forced herself to meet Henry’s gaze, and ask the question that was currently filling her with dread.

“I w-was just w-wondering if um... W-well if m-maybe you’d w-want to go on a d-date s-sometime?”

[adoniagreengrass-blog]

Adonia stood uncomfortably in front of the girl, unsure of what to do with herself. “No, you needn’t do anything.” She murmured. “If you still don’t feel good after you eat, I highly suggest going to Madame Pomfrey.” 

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“I’m s-sure I’ll be f-fine, just o-over-w-worked.” Forcing  tired smile, Mary glanced up at the other girl, her gratitiude clear at the way Adonia had been with her. “Thank you.”

[wolfstarchronicles]

‘the statement. mm, probably not. is it bad things to good people or good things to bad people?‘

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“I think the official statement is bad things to good people, though I think it’s safe to say both apply. What’s gotten you so wound up?”

[wolfstarchronicles]

‘why do good things happen to bad peopl– is that even correct?’

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Is what even correct, Petey?”

[adoniagreengrass-blog]

Adonia nodded her head stiffly. She was aware of the other’s bloodstatus and how she probably should react, however it went against her morals to leave the girl who was clearly unwell to suffer alone.”Eat up. The sooner you finish the plate, hopefully the better you’ll feel.”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Th-Thank y-you, I sh-should be o-okay n-now.” Wetting her lips, and entirely unable to eat with someone watching her, Mary forced a faint smile on her face as she stared up at the Slytherin. “I-Is there s-something I c-can d-do? To say th-thank you?”

[adoniagreengrass-blog]

Casting one last look to the blonde, Adonia left for the kitchens and returned several minutes later with a plate of various food. “I didn’t know what you like, so…” She shrugged, holding the plate out.

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Th-Thank y-you, y-you really d-din’t have t-to..” Trailing off lamely, Mary took the pate, staring up at Adonia a little in shock. No snake had ever been so nice to her before; it was a little odd, and frankly more scary than it was refreshing.

[antonin--dolohov-blog1]

When she flinched away, his hand closed around her face. “Now, what makes you think I would tell you what I gave you? That would be quite stupid, MacDonald.”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

The moment Antonin’s hand came into contact with Mary’s face, the blonde froze. She couldn’t think straight, and so she resorted to the one thing she could do better than anyone; she begged. “P-Please, j-just l-let me g-go... I w-won’t tell a-anyone, I p-promise.”

[frnkslngbttm-deactivated2016051]

“ maybe you’re full of doubts because you haven’t seen me flex yet. do you want to see me flex? “

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Careful, Frankie; if you flex I might end up swooning.”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

Mary couldn’t believe she was doing this. Months of moping around and hiding from the world in a bid to keep herself safe, and now one of her room-mates had decided she needed to be cheered up, enticing the petite blonde into a game of truth or dare. It was because of this that the Gryffindor found herself loitering around outside the Ravenclaw common room, having been dared to ask the first person to walk past out on a date. With her room-mates in question hiding behind a pillar nearby to follow through, Mary was left with no choice but to timidly tap on the shoulder of one Henry Travers, who had been unfortunate enough to stroll past her at precisely the wrong moment. 

“H-Henry, c-could I a-ask y-you s-something?”

{ @henrytravers }

[adoniagreengrass-blog]

“You won’t be a bother.” The blonde said, barely suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. “Now just wait here, alright?”

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“O-Okay.” Nodding her head, Mary allowed her eyes to close, swaying a little as she sat and waited.

[frnkslngbttm-deactivated2016051]

“ what are you sayin’, marymac, don’t you know i’m the toughest? “

[mcrymacdxnald-blog]

“Oh, yes, Frank; you’re by far the toughest guy here.”