Soft as silk; strong as steel

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Down by the Shore || Edgar & Mary

Edgar didn’t know what it was about her, but something caught his eye. It was necessarily anything that she had ever said to him or even in general. It was something deeper then words could express. There was something more to Mary and he knew that, but he wasn’t sure what.

It was a couple of weeks again, Edgar noticed something slightly different about Mary. There were times in the day were she would sneak around the port, looking over her shoulder making sure that no one was following her. But who was she worried about? There was hardly anyone that Edgar didn’t trust at the port and he figured everyone else felt the same. Yet there Mary was acting differently from her normal self.

With everything else going on around him, this shouldn’t had even come across Edgar’s radar. But he couldn’t help himself as he sat on the rocks watching the girl as she stood near the shore. He had no idea why he had taken such an interest in her, but he thought that if he could watch her maybe he’d get some insight on what it was that the girl was so worried about hiding, maybe even be able to help her. The more he kept an eye on the girl, the more guilt he had felt for watching over her. It was wrong to invade her privacy like this. Edgar began to gather himself and head back to the cabin when he looked back to the girl and saw her waving at him.

He was caught. Edgar was slightly embarrassed because of it. But, he thought maybe this would be a perfect opportunity to be able to have a real conversation with Mary and maybe figure out what was going on with her. Instead of just returning her wave and returning to his room, Edgar made his way towards he down the shore.

“I see you’ve noticed me. I’m really sorry about that by the way, I’m not quite sure what came over me.”

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She liked to be by the ocean. It was a comfort. It was constant, always there. The tides rolled in and out, the waves crashed on the shore, the salt sprayed in the air and misted on her face and hair, the wind swept in from the sea. It was like an old friend. No matter how much time she spent in Port Montrose, she always ended up coming back here, back to the shore. 

Mary had been staring out over the waves for a few moments when she’d felt someone's eyes on her. She’d turned to see Edgar, standing back a bit, clearly watching her. She’d smiled and waved, figuring that he wanted to talk and hadn’t been sure if she wanted to be alone. Which she appreciated. Sometimes she did want to be alone. She needed to gather her thoughts and give herself time to just be. She knew that if she didn’t, she’d start withdrawing from people, and she didn’t want that. 

“Sorry about what?” She asked, turning towards Edgar. 

She tilted her head, wondering why he’d said he was sorry. There was nothing to be sorry for. He was certainly allowed to be out here, as well. 

He seemed a little subdued, today. Like he felt ashamed. She wasn’t sure why, though. He was allowed to talk to her if he wanted to, by all means. She wasn’t particularly close with Edgar, but she’d still consider him her friend. She’d consider all the Order members in Port Montrose her friends, even if they didn’t agree. They were like a little family, their own unit out here away from everyone else. Sometimes, when Mary missed her own family, she comforted herself with that thought. Maybe she didn’t have her parents, or her brothers, but she had all her friends around her. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said, her voice breezy. “Did you want to talk?”

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feel the salt dance on my hands || Mary & Open

Mary closed her eyes, letting the breeze off the sea sweep her hair off her face and tangle in the wind, listening to the crash of the waves, feeling the spray of the water as it misted in the air.

She’d been surrounded by people all day, which was how she liked things. She enjoyed talking to people, being in the thick of it, always focusing on someone other than herself. But now, she had a moment to herself. A moment to gather her thoughts. 

Though perhaps that was less wise than she’d thought it would be. Part of the reason that Mary was constantly with someone was to prevent that exact outcome from happening. When she was alone, her mind tended to wander, and she didn’t often like where it ended up going. 

She didn’t want to think about her family. She didn’t even know where they were by now. She hoped that they were safe... they should be safe. She’d convinced them to leave the country, but she’d thought it was safer for them if she didn’t know where they were. That way they couldn’t be used against her. No one could get that information out of her, because she didn’t know it. And she couldn’t give in to the urge to check in on them and give away the game, either. 

It was hard, but it was better than seeing them get killed because of her.

She didn’t want to think of the war, either. 

So instead, she kept her eyes closed, and pretended for just a moment that they were all here because they’d decided that living in a little town by the ocean  because they’d thought it sounded peaceful and quaint. Because they liked being around each other—even the ones who didn’t, necessarily. 

That they were just normal people, untouched by violence and battles and war. 

She didn’t open her eyes when she heard the footsteps behind her. Just kept her face to the sea, staying quiet a moment before speaking. 

“Hello.” 

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Once upon a time, there was a young girl who  w a n d e r e d  into the  d a r k n e s s  , and there she tried to BALANCE the POWERS of both softness and steel…

Basics:

Name: Mary Elizabeth MacDonald

Age: 21

Gender: Cisgender female (she/her)

Date of Birth: March 3, 1980

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Former House: Gryffindor

Hometown: Dalmally, Argyll and Bute, Scotland

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic

Personality:

Positive Traits: compassionate, clever, devoted, gentle

Negative Traits: sensitive, trusting, secretive, clingy

Astrology: Pisces, Taurus Ascendant, Moon in Cancer

Myers-Briggs Type: INFP

Enneagram: Type 2- The Helper

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Element: Water

Extras:

Wand: Hazel, Unicorn Hair, 8 inches

Patronus: lark

Amorentia: Sea air, lavender, treacle, sharp metal

Boggart: the bodies of her friends, dead all around her

Details:

Mary has a dancer’s soul. She rarely moves in a straight line, and often reaches out to touch others as she passes. She’ll loop her arm through yours, reach out for your hand, rest her head on your shoulder, laugh as she pulls you to skip with her down the beach. She’s restless and rarely stays still, often humming to herself or singing snippets of folksongs when she’s alone.

Her clothing style could best be described as “impractically ethereal”. She’s always liked long floaty dresses, floral print tops, sandals, skirts that swirl along her feet. Pants might be more practical, but she’ll sacrifice that for her love of aesthetic, every time. Because of this, she managed to master small Warming Charms when she was at Hogwarts to keep her comfortable when the nights get cold.

She always loved fairytales and myths. She devoured all that she could get her hands on, and when she got her Hogwarts letter, it was like learning that all her favorite stories were true. Of course, it wasn’t until later that she realized that meant that the villains were real, as well, and that no one was going to save them at the end the day. They were going to have to save themselves.

Mary’s speech is lilting and musical when she’s calm. When she’s excited, she tends to speak very quickly, sometimes tripping over her words or speaking so fast that people have trouble understanding her. Her Scottish accent is far more pronounced when she’s upset or tired—it can be a clear indication that she needs to call it a night and get some rest when it gets too thick.

Relationships:

Mary tends to approach people with an open heart. She wants to see the best in people, even though she’s been burned before. She’s trusting and caring, and once someone has gained her friendship it’s almost impossible to lose it. Mary will sometimes lose herself in the unattainable task of trying to make everyone around her happy—to solve their problems and let them talk to her about their fears and hopes and dreams. She’s always got a kind word for those she loves, and she never fails to make time for her friends.

To those she doesn’t like, she’s silent as a shadow. She’ll watch them from afar, wanting to know where they are and what they’ll do, but not wanting to draw any attention to herself. She thinks that the more she understands them, the greater the possibility that she could turn them into friends—or the less possibility that they can hurt her. If she knows what they’re going to do, she can prepare for it and they won’t catch her off guard.

In love, Mary tends to rush in head-first. She’s quick to fall for someone, though she rarely makes the first move. She’ll pine from afar for a week or two, but move on quickly if her feelings aren’t returned. She’s never understood why some people cling to one lover—shouldn’t there be more love in the world, rather than less? If the term had existed in her time, she’d have identified as polyamorous.

Plots:

The Caretaker: They still see Mary as sweet and innocent. They want to protect her—they can’t stand the idea of the darkness of this war touching her. They’re the one who might tell her to put on a jacket, stand behind her if she wanders too close to the edge of the dock and pull her back, always step in front of her if there’s a fight. Maybe they secretly think she’s weak, or maybe they just need to have something good in this world to protect.

The Pragmatist: Like the Caretaker, they see Mary as innocent. Unlike the Caretaker, they don’t see that as a good thing. They don’t want to protect her, they want her to grow up. They see how she’s a liability more than an asset. Her wide-eyed idealism gets on their nerves, and they wonder how she can be so forgiving to people who hate her kind. They don’t have time for her, no matter how she tries to reach them.

The Mentor: Alright, so Mary wants to be more involved in things? They’re willing to consider the option. They see her potential, but they don’t want to throw her into things unprepared. But if she wants to learn, then let the girl learn. They’ll start small at first, but bit by bit they’ll build her up. The Order needs everyone they can get, after all. They aren’t going to be able to stay safe here forever.

The Despondent: They’re quiet. Things way heavily on them, and sometimes all they need is someone to talk to. Mary’s always been particularly good for that. She’ll sit quietly with them when they need it, or distract them if that’s what they prefer that day. She tries to be what they need, to lighten their days.

The Observant: Maybe they’ve caught wise to what Mary’s been doing. Or maybe they’ve just noticed a subtle shift in her. But either way, they’ve caught on to something. They’re watching her more carefully, trying to figure out what it is that’s different. Once they start to sense what it is she’s doing, they don’t approve at all. She’s messing with forces that are better left alone.

The Reckless: Drinking, staying out at the beach all night, laughing until the sun comes up—they like a wild kind of distraction, and Mary gets swept up in it. She tends to go along with their crazy ideas, even if maybe they regret it the next morning. If maybe they’re running from something, Mary isn’t going to point that out. She sometimes likes to forget the troubles of the world, too.

The Temptation: She suspected that maybe what he’d done wasn’t his fault. That he’d been a victim of circumstance. But she hadn’t expected that she’d be quite so drawn to the power that he was showing her. The more he teaches her, the more she’s slipping. She hasn’t quite admitted to herself that she likes learning these things—that it’s perhaps not just for the sake of defense anymore. Beyond that, she’s realizing that she quite likes him as a person. Maybe his ideas aren’t as horrid as she’s been lead to believe. (Regulus)

TO BE UPDATED AND EXPANDED AS RELATIONSHIPS DEVELOP

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