Miss Mary Mac

Insomnia loves company - Frank&Mary

Frank blushed and laughed before smiling at her gratefully. “Yeah. Did she say anything?” He asked her curiously. Things with Alice were… not exactly going smoothly but not entirely bad. Just a bit… bumpy.

#Insomnia loves Company #frank #paras

Mary shook her head, "Not anything particular. She's just... different. Happier," she told him. Being observant was something that Mary wasn't always adapt at being, but she could see the changes in Alice. Perhaps Mary was able to observe it so clearly was because it was so different from anything she had ever been with Rod, or Reg for that matter. She wanted whatever it was that Alice and Frank had, that easy going friendship that was naturally progressing into something more. But nothing in Mary's life came easy, she had learned to accept this a long time ago.

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☆ The Secret Circle Genderswap: Matt Lanter as Dan Meade

“I know not everything can be perfect. But I have to believe that it can be.”

#OMG WHY IS THIS SO WEIRD.#I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS.

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Not So Chance Meeting - Alice & Mary

“An accident with rouge Bludgers,” she repeated, her voice empty of any emotion. Alice arched both her eyebrows, and cocked her head, then slowly folded her arms in front of her chest, knowing this would only add to the look of ‘I know you’re bullshiting me’ that she was giving Mary. “Bludgers, Mare?” The blonde used her index finger to jab her friend between the ribs, and scoffed, clearly aggravated. “Accident with rouge bludgers. Frank got it worse.” She opened her mouth to start lecturing on how bad lying was and how she wasn’t stupid and how- Frank got it worse. “What? Frank.. is he okay? No, wait, are you okay?”

#sorry so lateeee.#not so chance meeting #alice #paras

Mary was stubborn in her story, even as Alice's little finger painfully jabbed her between her ribs. "Yeah, bludgers, Alice. I was heading out to the pitch to get some flying in and I saw it happen," she hoped adding more detail would convince her. "Frank will be okay, and I'm definitely fine," she assured her, turning her head carefully to not remind her friend of the bruise on her face. She stopped short of the hospital wing doors, not willing to head back in and be forced to stay in the hospital wing all night. "Go on in, he's the third bed on the left, tell Frank I'm sorry for ditching him like this. But do me a favor? Don't remind Madame Pomfry that I'm gone," she pleaded, her gaze flicking so often to the door afraid Poppy was going to walk out of it any moment.

Insomnia loves company - Frank&Mary

Frank looked at her as she started talking. He felt bad that he’d given all that information to her and probably overwhelmed her. It seemed that he’d just added to her problems. He listened patiently as she talked and waited for her to finish. “I know what you mean. But like what I keep telling Lily, there’s not much we can do here besides study and hope for the best.” He said as he sighed. “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have dumped this all on you.” He apologized. He felt guilty about that since he knew that Mary had enough problems of her own to deal with at the moment. She didn’t need his own problems to add into her own. Besides, she’d already done a lot for him. He decided he’d do something nice for her tomorrow.

#Insomnia loves Company #frank #paras

Hope for the best, was that really all they could do? Mary knew he was right. They were kids, what could they really do to help a war out there? She shook her head at Frank, "Hey, stop. Don't be sorry. I pushed you to tell me. I-it's okay. It's not just your problem, it's everyone's, if they want to admit it or not." This was everyone's war, not choosing a side on it was near impossible. Although it wasn't an comfortable silence that lapsed between them from the relief of discussing their worries, it was a bit depressing of a silence. She figured they were both lost in their thoughts of the war around them. Eager to change the subject to lighter topics, she brought up the one thing she was sure would bring a smile to Frank's face. "So you and Alice seem to be getting close, hey?" she asked.

Knight in Blue Armour - Reg C. & Mary

It was getting closer to curfew, and the corridors were deserted of any souls, bar along brunette girl wandering through them. She had just finished serving detention in the dungeons, having to clean and organize Slughorn’s various potion supplies. The image of eyeballs and tails in jars was disturbing and hard to get out of her head. Her mind was so distracted with trying to get her thoughts of more pleasant things – like the warm fire that waited her in the common room or her soft bed that she wanted more than anything to be sleeping in. What she didn’t notice was the figure in the shadows she just passed. It was the Slytherin that held a wand in one hand and a grudge in the other. She didn’t even see it coming until it was too late. The first spell hit her hard in the back and bounded her with a strong rope, and a second silenced her before she could even make any noise. She fell to the ground but struggled against the ropes on her ankles and wrists. Her mouth formed words that should have been heard, but no sound came from her. Her sight and hearing was still intact, but she couldn’t even twist herself to turn and see who it was. When he came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, she did her best to shrink away from him. “I told you I’d get you back, Mudblooded bitch,” the eerily familiar voice sounded just inches from her ears. She shuddered in repulsion and fear as she recognized it, Mulciber. A week ago Mary had retaliated against the boy’s constant bullying and minor hexes by shooting a Jelly-Legs jinx at him in from of his Slytherin friends. He had been hoping and succeeded in embarrassing him. For the first time since the incident she was regretting her brash move. Now he wanted revenge. When his fingers lifted her chin so her eyes met his, she jerked away from his touch and cast her gaze downwards. She couldn’t fight back, but she would give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear in her eyes. As soon as she had done so though, and an excruciating pain was felt in her side where his foot collided with her ribs. A silence scream of pain went unheard thanks to the silencing curse placed on her, but the crack of her ribs and a disturbing chuckle was the only things to be heard through the deserted dungeons. She wasn’t even given a chance to attempt to get used to the pain before his wand was waving and a flash of red slashed her skin, up her stomach to her shoulders. “Mary was a little lamb, whose fleece was stained with red.” She could see him, she could hear him, but she wish she couldn’t. The way he twisted the nursery rhyme made her sick to her stomach. She curled in on herself, attempting to protect the area from father harm. There was top protect herself on what came next though. With a single word he was unimaginable pain coursing through her body. It felt like her bones were on fire while she was being jabbed everywhere with ice cold knives He lifted the curse momentarily to just give her enough time to be given a taste of relief before the razor sharp pain streaked through her body again. She fully understood why it was known as an unforgivable curse. She couldn’t imagine any pain worse than this. She was wishing to be numb and just pass out from the pain, when it suddenly stopped. His gravely voice sounded above her hear again.“You tell anyone about this, and I promise you little lamb, that this is only the beginning,” he threatened with a low growl before suddenly taking his leave. She would have breathed a sigh of relief if it didn’t hurt her ribs to do so. Even though the ropes were gone and the silencing spell lifted, she couldn’t bring herself to uncurl herself from the heap she was on the stone cold floor. The sound of footsteps coming closer reached her ears, and she recoiled in horror at the thought that it could be Mulciber coming back for round two.

#ooc: sorry it's long. eeeppp.#paras #reginald #knight in blue armour

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Not So Chance Meeting - Alice & Mary

“And to think that this is only my fifth year,” the blonde sighed. Bitch about school mode; activate. Lately, it seemed like all the teachers were joining forces, with one mission at hand. To kill poor Alice Prewett, and the rest of the fifth years. Exams were coming up, but did that mean the pile of homework on her desk was subsiding? No. It was only rising, and Alice was sure that within the week, it would touch the ceiling. Or fall down and bury her. The second option made her giggle, and she quickly bit her lip. She’d look like a proper idiot if she started giggling now.

When it dawned upon her that Mary was ignoring her question, a frown spread across the Gryffindor’s face. There was a childish urge to pout and stomp her foot, but Alice willed herself to ignore it. Instead, she just followed her friend. “We’re… meeting a friend of ours who needs a hand.” Mary said, only provoking more questions on her behalf. “Who? Is anyone hurt? Mary, what’s going on? And while we’re at it, what happened to your face? This better be like the time where you tripped and fell off the stairs, because if anyone hurt you I will personally smother them with a pillow,” Alice flushed a bright red, then slapped a hand across her mouth, suddenly aware of the fact she was babbling on and on. The thing most people knew Alice for, was ‘her heart of gold’. The heart of gold and her all-round sweet attitude melted like snow in front of the sun when someone she loved was being hurt, and when it came down to it, little Alice could be a very, very scary person. “Mary? Tell me.”

#your writing is beautiful! stop it! lol #not so chance meeting #alice #paras

"Don't listen to the teachers when they say it gets easier and more manageable after fifth year, it doesn't," she informed Alice with a but of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. When Alice started her tirade of questions, Mary resisted the urge to groan. How in the world was Alice so damned perceptive? She had pretty much guessed everything, but Mary was ready to deny it all - for she didn't doubt Alice would smoother Rod with a pillow. This scary attitude of the little blond's was uncommon, but not unbelievable. The hospital wing doors were in sight, and Mary just pushed forward with Alice in tow. She knew she had to provide some sort of explanation to Alice but wasn't exactly keen on lying to her. Although, Mary thought that maybe Frank would appreciate Mary having to lie to Alice more then having to do it himself. She stopped suddenly and turned to Alice, noticing the flush on Alice's face. When the fellow Gryffindor requested Mary to tell her, she sighed. "Accident with rouge bludgers. Frank got it worse," she gestured to her own bruised face, "But I think Madame Pomfry healed most of it away anyways."

Insomnia loves company - Frank&Mary

“Thanks.” He said smiling at her. Frank stayed quiet for a while thinking of how to begin. “It’s just that I’m worried about the war. How long we’ll be able to stay safe, how long till it ends. Stuff like that.” He confessed. It had always bothered him that he kept worrying about the future. Sometimes he wished that he’d stop worrying for a while and have fun for once. That he’d be able to do something without being afraid of the consequences. He kept talking for a while feeling lighter as he did. It felt like a dam had burst and he was glad that he was able to talk about his fears, his worries, everything to someone else. He talked about the war, his worry about an attack, Alice, and his studies. When he finally finished he felt more free than he ever did. Despite what he’d said earlier about not wanting to bother other people about his problems, it felt nice to let go of all his worries for a while.

#paras #Insomnia loves Company #frank

She was surprised a bit that Frank actually took the opportunity to talk about what was up. When he brought up the war Mary frowned a bit. Trust her to be so self involved in her own problems and issues and not even think about the growing war outside these wall of Hogwarts. The war that targeted people and families like her own. She just listened to him talk though, talk about everything. She nodded at the right spots, smiled and even gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze at one point. By the end of his words, Mary though she could actually see the weight being lifted off his shoulders. She smiled glad about this, but now she couldn't get thoughts of the war out of her head. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek against them so she was still looking at Frank. "It's just - I mean - Sometimes I don't like to think and talk about the war, you know? We only have a little bit more time left here at Hogwarts before we're thrown into it, but I feel like I'm a fool for thinking that the war doesn't reach us here. And then there's my family to think about back home. They're so unprotected and have no idea about it all, but I don't want them to know. There's nothing they can do, so why worry them?" It was her turn to talk about her feelings on the war. "It's just, I wish there was a way to fight back. I want to be able to contribute to our side," she rubbed her neck and sighed. A group of rebels against the dark wizards sounded good in theory,.

Mary and Doe

Taken by Marlene

#photos #doe

Carina and Mary at the carnival just outside muggle London

#photos #carina

Marlene, Alice, Mary and Lily

‘Here’s to our last summer as Hogwartians.’

#photos #queue

Insomnia loves company - Frank&Mary

Frank nodded and said, “I agree with you. About the part where everything seems to be going right all the time. I keep waiting for something bad to happen.” He sighed as he thought about the things going on outside of their school again. It was just a matter of time before the students would get caught up in that. How long did they have? He kept wondering.

#Insomnia loves Company #frank #paras

In Mary's case, she was just so used to things going badly that with so much going good was strange. Marlene and her were back to being best friends, Rod had been so sweet and as far as she knew he hadn't been in any sorts of trouble like beating someone up or something. It was strange, and frankly scared Mary that this was something that made it a good day - that the guy she was currently seeing hadn't beaten up someone. She needed to re access her values, she was so messed up. She felt like she was just waiting for something to go wrong, waiting for the heartbreak to happen again. She felt her and Rod growing distant from each other, and she didn't know how to feel about it. She didn't know how much longer she could hold onto the good in him. This was probably why she was worried and stressed feeling. But then there was Frank. And she could easily see that something was bothering him. She wondered what he personally considered was 'going right' in his own life. Alice? Perhaps was there more between the two then they on? (Mary hoped so anyways.) She had a feeling what was bothering Frank. He was always so worldly and concerned with what was going on beyond the walls of Hogwarts. "What is it Frank that's bothering you?" she asked concerned, " You can tell me." She suggested. They were friends, and she felt they were close enough to talk about the things that worried them.

‘Mary the point of hide and go seek is to hide so that I can’t find you.’

‘I regret nothing!’

Taken by a laughing Reg

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Insomnia loves company - Frank&Mary

Frank had received another letter from his parents that night. Things with the war weren’t going so good according to them. He knew they didn’t really like sending him letters that contained that kind of stuff but he’d told them that they he wanted to know, but truthfully he didn’t really like getting that kind of news. It always depressed and worried him. Sure they were safe in the castle. For now at least. But what about when they left? What then? And what about his parents and everyone else who wasn’t in the castle? These were always the types of questions that ran through his mind whenever he read his parents letters.

He’d spent hours tossing and turning in his bed that night, unable to sleep until he finally decided to go down to the common room hoping that he’d find something there to help clear his mind. He grabbed the book he’d left at the foot of his bed earlier and walked out of his dorm. When he finally got down, he noticed a familiar head sitting in front of the fire place. He recognized that head as Mary and he went to talk to her, but it seemed that he had startled her. He quickly apologized and answered her question. “Couldn’t sleep.” He replied simply. No need to bother other people about his problems and such. “What about you?” He asked , sitting down next to her.

#ooc: sorry the replytooksolong #won'thappen again i promise!#haha #frank #paras #Insomnia loves Company

Mary hadn't been looking for an apology for being startled, but Frank had given one. Frank was always being the gentleman, but it was something she loved about him. By his answer it was obvious that he didn't want to exactly talk about it, so she didn't push it. However, when he asked why she was a awake she had no problem admitting her reason for being awake. "Same. I've been having trouble sleeping recently it seems. I think it's stress. Over what I'm not sure to be honest," she shrugged. She thought it was an odd thing to say, so she added to her words. "It's just, it feels like too much is going right. We haven't dealt with that much drama lately. Something has to go wrong." Frank was going to think she was nuts, and extremely cynical if she kept this up. She shrugged nonchalantly, and made words she didn't truly believe come out, "But, you know. I'm just being paranoid." When Mary had a feeling about something, she was usually never wrong. Usually did not mean never though.