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M O O D B O A R D @seekingmary

FABIAN PREWETT AND MARY MACDONALD 

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mary: "good morning?" daisy, women like me don't deserve good mornings. when i was 14-

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Daisy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Mary: You people already know too much about me.

Daisy: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

[seekingmary]

Mary: So what's it like dating Alice?

Frank: Once, I asked Alice for some water when she was mad at me. She brought me a glass full of ice and said, "wait."

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status : closed to @frtesq​ location : alice & mary’s flat timestamp : june 1979

“ OI ! “ Vocals are softer than any others would witness, as if tongue had been dipped in sweets upon entering the other girls bedroom. Hands crossed against her chest as she leaned against doorframe only to go unnoticed by an all too hardworking Alice. A light whistle escapes Mary’s lips before light footfalls carry her across the floorboards. She was more delicate around the girl, allowing Alice to see a side in which not many knew. To cameras and the Prophet, Mary MacDonald was the irreplaceable and indisputably talented Chudley Seeker. To the Order, she remained a loose cannon, fuse flickering with sparks and increasing with every moment. To Alice, she was simply Mary. A girl who’d gone to hell and back only to come back with bruised and broken bones that only time would heal. “ Take a step away from your paperwork ya brute !” Words as easy out of her throat as if she were swallowing liquor as sweet as the Droobles best she throws towards the brunette. “Since you nicked my pack this mornin’ , I stopped by the sweets shoppe only to appease you.” A gentle pause, lips curling into an all knowing and all too familiar grin. “And perhaps, you may find evidence of liquorice wands in our trash bin but that’s my business and my business alone.” A gentle flop unto the girls bedspread follows, chin resting in opened calloused palms as she continues. “Are ya almost done, I was thinkin’ you and I should take a little trip ––– “ Mary allows vocals to guide Alice into a world of intrigue, a raised brow arching as she leaves it at that. 

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MOODY , MAD EYE

He’d been called to The Hog’s Head for a meeting with Kettleburn; something daft about Quintapeds, though he hadn’t the foggiest why anyone should be worried about those anymore. Nevertheless, at least it was good for a pint, so Alastor found himself making the journey into Hogsmeade. Apparating just outside the village than the rest of the way on foot, hobbling along as quickly as one false leg would take him.

It was only once he’d made his way into Hogsmeade itself and was turning down a side street towards the pub that he felt something quite small, albeit very solid, collide with him, knocking right into his chest. Resisting the urge to draw his wand, his head snapped towards the source of the impact to see… Mary MacDonald.

He looks down at her, expression somehow both neutral and stern; a vacant sort of almost parental disappointment. It’s become his default for the younger members of the Order and the Aurors, both the new hires and those of all seniority more than five years younger than he.

“I always watch where I’m goin’,” Alastor quips back, tone gruff. He eyes her with curiosity, trying to take in all the clues scattered about her being – everyone had them, some people just made them more obvious than others. Facial expressions, clothing, the condition of nails and nail beds, surprises sticking out of coat pockets and sleeves, things being carried in the hands. “Where are you headed off to in such a hurry? If I had been a dark wizard, you’d very well be dead right now, missy.”

“ Been doin’ rounds here for the evening, trying to do something good I ‘spose.” Her words, while slightly sincere, have an underlying sarcasm in which Mary cannot seem to shake. Call it pessimism, she’d call it realistic. Good in the world, in the place they’d called home, seemed too far away to grasp. Mary MacDonald had thrived in darkness, a girl clouded by the shadows that haunted her. Although, she’d yet to allow them to drag them down. She was not Persephone awaiting to rule the underworld, to call a throne of skull and bone her own. No. She was Morrigan if anything. Goddess of death, goddess of whatever it was that her people had called fate. How funny it had been, the thought of her killing everything she’d touched. Then again, perhaps it was all too realistic.

 “Headin’ around the block for what I do believe just might be the tenth time runnin’ , care to join?” She knew little of Mad Eye Moody, albeit the fact that he himself was the personification of gruff, bruised and battled warrior. It was this thought alone that Mary found herself pondering over, weighing the pros and cons of admiring a man who’d been known to lose as much as he’d gained. Any attempt to feign a scoff fails. It wasn’t her arrogance, nor confidence that caused the small noise to echo into the night. Merely the knowledge that he was right. She’d be dead, another body to add to the count that seemed ever growing. 

“ A dark wizard most likely wouldn’t have had such a bloody awful heavy foot, don’t you think?” Her retort slides from tongue with ease, an arched brow in retaliation as she shakes off the very thought. Perhaps it was unwise to find a lingering joke within this madness, to find a lighthearted jest in the chaos that had become their life. Yet, with each fighting word she’d felt her spine begin to tighten, her stance a little stronger and her fists a little heavier. They’d forged a soldier from a seemingly soft natured girl, a killer from ––– she stops herself at that thought, she’d always known she had a bloodlust that remained to be tamed. How else could she describe the destruction she’d left in her wake, the screams and the flames flickering behind hazel hues. “Guess you’ve got to learn how to be a little more light in your step Mister Moody. And me, much more VIGILANT.” A mocking tone rattles through her throat, as if scolding herself. 

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‘ never, ever, ever say die ‘

“ THEN WHAT SHOULD WE SAY ALICE ? “  Words cut through air like sharpened knives, her tongue forged into a weapon in which she couldn’t control. She’d watched houses burn, children cry as they’d been ripped from their mothers arms. Alice, even more so, she’d thought. How was it that this had become their life, how was it that they’d survived? That word alone leaving a sour taste within her mouth. They’d once praised her for it, called her a survivor for what she’d been through with Hades. However, was she truly a survivor, truly alive, if the insides of her had been rotting away slowly bur surely? “Everyone is dying.” Her vocals quiver, if only for a moment, a tenderness laces them as she shakes her head. Trauma wrought women who’d fought for a cause in which they’d believed, or in Mary’s sake, grown to believe. “Everyone is dying and there’s not a bloody damn thing we’ve done about it.” A lie, and yet one she’s begun to swallow whole. Had they not risked their lives? Every evening they’d stepped out of the boundaries and four walls that their sanctuary called home provided, they’d risked it being the last time in which they’d see one another. Alice, to Mary, was the only thing worth considering family, the only person she’d ever consider. Hands wring ‘round flannel shirt that flows between delicate digits. Faint stench of blood still apparent beneath her nose as she cranes her neck slightly to reach the gaze of the woman for the first time. “We’re all going to die, you know it as well as I.” Hope was futile, a fickle thing in which Mary had found she’d lived fine without. There was no hope, no retribution given to those who’d bruised and battle scarred them. “And I’ll be damned if you expect me to sit ‘round and watch it happen to you.” A once stiff upper lip now trembles as face falls, sadness radiating as sniffle breaks the silence. A cuff of her jacket wiping stray moisture away from her face. “I’m not going to watch you die. Not for this, not for them.” When the girls were younger, less battle worn and marred by scars inside as much as out, they’d been foolish enough to believe that they’d had a purpose. Now, however, those days seemed long ago enough that they’d belonged to someone else. Alice, as strong as she was tragic. Mary, a dull aching loneliness that swallowed her whole. They’d fallen so far, allowed themselves to be absorbed by shadows cast. Fingers outstretch behind her, searching for a solace in the warmth of the girls palm. Gently wrapping ‘round before she continues, unable to meet Alice’s glance any longer, she turns her head as if to mumble to herself. “I love you, Alice.”

[inkskinned]

“in the attic of her body she kept secrets she couldn’t speak about until too drunk to keep them, would whisper “i’m dying” right before you fell asleep beside her. she kept herself tidy. acted whole. made jokes that sometimes settled wrong, but made jokes until her tongue was numb. there was always a very small delay between something happening and her smile, as if she had to remind herself to pull the strings, and it was agonizing. she didn’t like the shadows inside her. they tasted of dust and too many nightmares. she didn’t like pouring them into other people’s hands. it was her burden to bear.”

— r.i.d

[seekingmary]

HOOKUM , DAISY

Daisy frowned at the statement even though she knew Mary had meant it lightly. She didn’t like the thought of Tilden being hurt. He was her friend. “Don’t punch Tilden, or else he really won’t walk me home. You’ll scare him off.” At the mention of quidditch, Daisy grew curious. She always admired the sport from afar, but due to her fear of heights she never got to try out for the sport. She always thought it would be fun to chase a small ball around, but sadly it’’ll be just another thing she’ll never accomplish. “I hope you do. I’d save up money for a ticket. Bring a sign to hold up.” She nodded, imagining herself holding a sign with the words “Go Mary” written on it. It was sad how long it’s been since she got to have a conversation with the girl. She could still remember following her around the hufflepuff common room and sneaking out with her to get some late night snacks from the kitchen. At the mention of her last name, Daisy snapped out of her reminiscing. “Please– i’m not the best bar maid.” She shook her head, remembering all of the times she’s accidentally dropped the glasses. “It’s been good otherwise. Moved into a new apartment. Hanging out with friends. Nothing too exciting.” 

“Are you tellin’ me I already don’t scare him?” It was easy, almost too easy, to fall into familiar patterns. Distant echoes of laughter tease her lips and she cannot help but cease an opportunity to be possessed by a former version of herself. Not the real her, she’d never refer to it as such, but close enough. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout any of that, Daisy.” Mary shakes off the thought of the Hookum girl having to save, something about the words feeling wrong and selfish.  “Next time I play, consider yourself with the best seats in the house. Even if I’ve got to kick out Rita Skeeter herself, damn bloody bird can find her scoop on how it is I’ve maintained such good form somewhere else. They’ll be yours.” Her tone has an inkling of jest laced throughout, elbow grazing against the other girls side as she stuffs hands within coat pockets. “You’re right, barmaid is a fairy outdated term ––– bartender. “ Sideways glance shot down at Daisy as Mary allows a brief wink. “ Sounds like you got your whole life in order, I’d be a bit jealous if it were even a possibility for me.”  

[vaememes]

TIM    BURTON’S    FILM’S   PROMPTS    !

triggering  /  nsfw   may  be  present ,   these  are  taken  from  varying  films.

“  With this candle… I will set your mother on fire. ”

“  Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.  ”

“  With this ring, I ask you to be mine. ”

“  Please, there’s been a mistake. I’m not dead.   ”

“  If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.  ”

“  If you cut me with a knife, it’s still the same. ”

“  I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead. ”

“  Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away.  ”

“  I’ve spent so long in the darkness, I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is. ”

“  I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn’t beat it’s breaking. ”

“  Yet the pain here that I feel…try and tell me it’s not real. ”

“  I know that I am dead. It seems that I still have some tears to shed. ”

“  I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me.  ”

“  This wedding cannot take place until he is properly prepared!  ”

“  What are you doing here at this hour? You should be at home, prostrate with grief!  ”

“  What a story it is. A tragic tale of romance, passion, and a murder most foul! ”

“  Why go up there when people are dying to get down here? ”

“  This would stop his heart forever. Only then would he be free to give it to you. ”

“  If I hadn’t just been sitting in it, I would say that you’ve lost your mind! ”

“ You don’t know me, but I used to live in your dead mother.. ”

“ Be gone, ye demons from Hell! Back to the void from whence you came! ”

“ We must abide by their rules! We are amongst the living.  ”

“ Let’s turn on the juice and see what shakes loose. ”

“  Hey, these aren’t my rules! Come to think of it, I don’t have any rules!  ”

“  Uh, I think, uh, they’ve had enough “exorcise” for tonight. ”

“  Not so fast, round boy. We’re gonna have some laughs! ”

“  And that, is why I won’t do two shows a night anymore babe, I won’t.  ”

“ My whole life is a darkroom.  ”

“ Don’t mind her. She’s still upset that someone dropped a house on her sister. ”

“ I will go insane and I will take you with me! ”

“ I will live with you in this hellhole, but I must express myself.  ”

“ Uh, what I meant is, can you be scary? ”

“ Oh! I didn’t know you were asking me. Can I be scary?  ”

“  I don’t think we survived that crash.  ”

“  Please, they’re dead. It’s a little late to be neurotic. ”

“ Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can?  ”

“  Well, I’ve read through that handbook for the recently deceased.  ”

“ It says: ‘live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual.  ”

“ I, myself, am strange and unusual.  ”

“  I mean they’re gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased-ahh. ”

“ I was just wondering could you help me get out of here?  ”

“ Are you gross under there? Are you Night of the Living Dead under there? ”

“ You know, if I had seen a ghost at your age I would have been scared out of my wits.  ”

“  You must believe me. it was a horseman, a dead one. Head less.  ”

“  I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine. ”

“ Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue. ”

“ I have shed my tears for [ name ], and yet my heart is not broken.  ”

“  Their heads were not found severed. Their heads were not found at all. ”

“ He’s on the rampage, cutting off heads where he finds them. ”

“  That’s the problem; He was dead to begin with.  ”

“  What happened to you? Where are your parents?  ”

“  It’s not heaven he’s from! It’s straight from the stinking flames of hell!  ”

“ The power of Satan is in him; I can feel it. Can’t you? ”

“ He has been sent first to tempt you. But it’s not too late. ”

“ Sweetheart, you can’t buy the necessities of life with cookies. ”

“  You see, before he came down here, it never snowed. ”

“  If he weren’t up there now, I don’t think it would be snowing. ”

“ I don’t love you anymore. I just want you to go, okay? Just go. ”

“  Are you serious? I’m gonna lose you to that? He isn’t even human.. ”

“  Trust me, dearie, it’s gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out.  ”

“ We could have a life, us two. ”

“  Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.  ”

“ In these once familiar streets I feel… shadows… everywhere.  ”

“ You have a room over the shop, don’t you?  ”

“  Haven’t been there in years. People think it’s haunted. ”

“ You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice. ”

“ I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen to me.  ”

“  If I see your face again on this street, you’ll rue the day you were born. ”

“  You’ll kill me, boy? Well here I stand! ”

“  You’re barking mad! Killing a man what done ya no harm! ”

“ Don’t worry no one’ll recognize you. You’re safe now.  ”

“ I’ve never had dreams. Only nightmares.  ”

“ I won’t slay anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind.  ”

“ Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? ”

“ Some says you survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter.   ”

“  There is a place, like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery and danger. ”

“  Why is it you’re always too small or too tall?  ”

“ You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.  ”

“ It looks like you’ve run afoul of something with wicked claws… ”

“  What if it were agreed that “proper” meant wearing a codfish on your head?   ”

“ Do you know what I’ve always dreaded?  ”

“  I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up.  ”

“  If you’re hiding her, you will lose your heads.  ”

“ I don’t care! He wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for me!  ”

“ I’ve been shrunk, stretched, scratched, and stuffed into a teapot.  ”

“  So, I’ve come to you hoping you might understand what it’s like. ”

“ There are questions I have to answer, things I have to do. ”

“  You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream. ”

[seekingmary]

‘ i never ask you why you need me. ‘

I NEVER ASK YOU WHY YOU NEED ME

. 

The words were always meant to harm, to maim and slice at any spare skin that she could manage. A chaotic destruction unfolding between their eyes, fractured moments of what might have been if they’d only allowed it. Perhaps, Mary had thought, if she’d been more open ––– She shakes the notion from her head as she huffs a sigh, solid and rigid in her movements as anger and confusion manage to masquerade upon her features. It’s always been a game of cat and mouse, two women unwavering as the rocks against the crashing of waves. They’d both been set in some sort of way, always had an underlying tension of reasoning. Yet, it was something the girl thought ought not be mentioned, ought not discussed. A quivering lip manages to slip unto Mary as she opens for a retort, blood boiling beneath once porcelain soft skin.  “ AND NOR DO I . “ It had been obscene, to believe that two women so headstrong could exist within the same vicinity, could blossom into something short of a sisterhood. However much they’d tried, however hard they’d attempted at any resemblance of familiarity, it had always fallen short. She’d never been ENOUGH, at least not for the woman in front of her. “ I never asked you why you were so adamant on invading every aspect of my life, Anastaysia. “  Name seemingly foreign upon her tongue, as if a new dialect that severs the ties in which they’d once bound together. “Yet here you are, and for once I can say I don’t intend on needing you ever again.” 

[vaememes]

*    CHVRCHES    (   LOVE  IS  DEAD  )    LYRIC     PROMPTS   . 

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF CHVRCHES ‘ LOVE IS DEAD ‘ PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

SONG    TITLE     :     HEAVEN    /     HELL   .

‘  am i real if you can see right through me?  ‘

‘  do you believe it? do you believe?  ‘

‘  am i real if i’m a broken record?  ‘

‘ do you believe it? i don’t.  ‘

‘ do you ever wonder what we learned?  ‘

‘ we can raise our glasses, dancing on the ashes as it burns.  ‘

‘ have you reached the point of no return?  ‘

‘ is this heaven or is this hell?  ‘

‘ if none of this is real, then show me what you feel. ‘

‘ is it enough, yeah? is it enough?  ‘

‘ is it alright if i save myself. ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     GRAVES   .

‘  do you really believe that you can never be sure?   ‘

‘  they’re leaving bodies in stairwells.  ‘

‘  do you really expect us to care what you’re waiting for?   ‘

‘  you can look away while they’re dancing on our graves.  ‘

‘ oh, i will stop at nothing.  ‘

‘ do you really believe that you are one of a kind?  ‘

‘ if you don’t have a heart, i can offer you mine.  ‘

‘ do you really expect that you will always be fine?  ‘

‘ if i only see what i can see. ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     MIRACLE   .

‘  ask me no questions, i will tell you no lies.  ‘

‘  careful what you wish for.  ‘

‘  were looking for angels in the darkest of skies.  ‘

‘  i feel like i’m falling but i’m trying to fly.  ‘

‘  where does all the good go?  ‘

‘ do you really believe that you are one of a kind?  ‘

‘ if you don’t have a heart, i can offer you mine.  ‘

‘ were looking for answers in the highest highs.  ‘

‘ but will we ever, ever know? ‘

‘ i need you to know I’m not asking for a miracle. ‘

‘ if love is enough, could you let it show?  ‘

‘ if you feel it could you let me know? ‘

‘ we’re looking for light inside an ocean of night. ‘

‘ will we ever see it through? ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     REALLY     GONE   .

‘  i can never tell what you want. ‘

‘  even with time, you’ll never learn to move on.  ‘

‘  i’m trying my best to lift you up, to repair. ‘

‘  i’m holding on, i’m holding on.  ‘

‘ i’ll wait until you’re really gone.  ‘

‘ i can do no right for doing wrong.  ‘

‘ i’ll swallow my pride, i only want to belong. ‘

‘ i’m trying my best to toughen up.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     GRAFFITI   .

‘ did you achieve all you wanted to do? ‘

‘  something was different and nothing was new.  ‘

‘  how did you see me?  ‘

‘  we didn’t know what we wanted to be.  ‘

‘  when did we move on?  ‘

‘ i didn’t feel it, nobody told me.  ‘

‘ time to kill. ‘

‘ we wrote our names along the bathroom walls. ‘

‘ graffitiing our hearts across the stalls. ‘

‘  i’ve been waiting for my whole life to grow old.   ‘

‘  we didn’t know wrong, didn’t know right.  ‘

‘  we were just kids.  ‘

‘  we didn’t know how and didn’t know when.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     WONDERLAND   .

‘  i am talking in my sleep, hiding inside my dreams. ‘

‘  fighting inside my head.  ‘

‘  scaring myself to death. ‘

‘  we live in a wonderland.  ‘

‘  like blood isn’t on our hands.  ‘

‘  when will it be enough?  ‘

‘  when will i say i knew we had to get away?  ‘

‘  we had to get away, knew we had to get away.  ‘

‘ can’t live forever with my head in the clouds.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     FOREVER   .

‘  savor the taste, savor the pain. ‘

‘  i don’t expect you to release me.  ‘

‘  jumping the gun, holding my tongue. ‘

‘  i’d never ask you to forgive me.  ‘

‘  and you will never see my side.  ‘

‘  and i will always think i’m right.  ‘

‘  i told you that i would hate you ‘til forever.  ‘

‘  missing the mark, we tear it a part.  ‘

‘ i never ask you why you need me.  ‘

‘ what else should i say? ‘

‘  what else could i do? ‘

‘ maybe it’s too much for you. ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     GET    OUT   .

‘  talked ourselves to death. ‘

‘  never saying what i wanted.  ‘

‘  i pushed you to the edge. ‘

‘  reflections you used to see, never look a like to me.  ‘

‘  get, get, get out. get, get, get out of here.  ‘

‘  can we get out, get, get, get out of here?  ‘

‘  good intentions never good enough.  ‘

‘  going out my mind.  ‘

‘ never getting what i wanted.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     NEVER    SAY     DIE   .

‘  wasn’t it gonna be fun and wasn’t it gonna be new?  ‘

‘  wasn’t it gonna be different and wasn’t it gonna be true?  ‘

‘  didn’t you say that? didn’t you say that? ‘

‘  weren’t you gonna be sorry and weren’t you gonna be pure?  ‘

‘  weren’t we gonna be honest and weren’t we gonna be more?  ‘

‘  all you want is to play at playing god.  ‘

‘  but i’m falling in, i’m falling out.  ‘

‘  never, ever, ever say die  ‘

‘  weren’t you trying forgiveness and weren’t you trying to stay?  ‘

‘  weren’t you trying to look up and weren’t you trying to pray?  ‘

[seekingmary]

KRUM , ANASTAYSIA

There were not many people that Anastasiya had come to care about within the realm of dreary England; but somehow Macdonald had begun to fall under that cut. Although it was never mentioned; nor did she act upon these feelings — she felt protective over the younger girl, knowing all that she had experienced and seen. Her head tilting towards the other with a small smirk remaining upon her features, she watched the expressions change upon the other’s before finally deciding to respond. “You want to know hm?” She asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she stated, “It’s been a long day, and I need bourbon. I suppose your company wouldn’t be so undesirable either.” After all, with individuals that she could barely tolerate being such a low number already, she could do with worse companions than Mary Macdonald. And perhaps she could distract her from her homesickness and a longing for her homeland.

“Undesirable.” Her vocals beckon a sort of jest, lips turning upwards in a smirk before shooting a sideways glance at the woman. However much they’d tried to keep civilities and acquaintance beneath their names, it had seemed somewhere along the way there was a barrier that caused the thawing of ones icicle veins. “You really know how you ought to woo a woman, Krum.” Arm outstretches, gesturing to the abyss before them as she takes her strides towards the nearest pub. Bourbon. She’d control it, she’d thought, she’d conceal it. If only for appearances sake, she’d only touch if absolutely necessary. A nursing of any bottle something in which Mary had all too much experience with. “You’ve gone and captured my bloody heart, I swear.” It’s a mockingly playful tone in which her words slide into the night. Always finding herself slightly unravelled with Anastaysia Krum. Half the time, the woman before her, being just as miserable as Mary had been within the confides of England. Yet, she’d reminded herself it was only her fault in which she couldn’t return home. If one could call it that any longer.  “Now, you gonn’ tell me exactly who it is that made your day such shite?”

[seekingmary]

MULCIBER , HADES

SICK. The word sounded so familiar, not only coming from Mary but to a lot of people surrounding him, ever since he was a child. People often said he was sick, and he seemingly enjoyed to prove them right. His mother used to say that, and she was so right, she took that to the grave the moment he decided she should. Just like he’d do the same with the former Hufflepuff, but only when he deemed appropriate. Stopping it now would be a waste of potential, of his time and efforts. “You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you? Hell, you might just have. I should give you a reward for that.” 

“Then stop me.” Hades said with the biggest grin on his face, even upping the step towards him and stopping right in front of her face. If there was something he’d enjoy more than making her do an assortment of unspeakable things– crimes, to innocent people. Things that’d only make her suffer and cry herself to sleep every single night, things that would keep her mind occupied as she had flashbacks of previous events, of things that were out of her control yet she continued to do. Was to push her so far that she’d do something for herself? What would she do if she was given the chance, a choice? He could see her anger, an emotion unlike the ones she’d displayed before– opposite to the fear and grief he was used in seeing from her. WRATH.

“ Whatever the bloody hell you say, Hades.” There’s no sarcasm, nor malice in her words, just an inkling of sharpened knifes scratching against surface skin. She’d hoped, for once, that he could feel what it was like to be weak, what it felt like to be without control. Yet, the fear that that day may never come was all that kept the girl going, her ties to the Order solely for this purpose alone. At least, that’s what she’d told herself time and time again, any attempt to distance herself from the girl she’d been so long ago. Dare she raise her hand? Dare she try to fight back? Once upon a time, she would’ve cowered, she would’ve walked away without so much as a word of retort. However, if his goal was to make her weak of mind and body, he’d failed. For, she’d been to hell and back, seen the devil in him every night and had become all the more stronger for it. 

Delicate digits wrap ‘round wand as she reaches up towards his throat, pressing wood against skin as she speaks, tone hoarse and low. “You think you’ve got me all  figured out?”  His own words mocking, biting at any spare piece of flesh they could find. “You didn’t do a damn soddin’ thing, y’know that Mulciber?” Throat builds, she can suddenly feel the close proximity in which she stands to the man and for a moment of brevity, her heart threatens to fall into her stomach. He’d tried to create a killer, tried to create someone who’d do his bidding if only to walk away unscathed. Yet, here she stood, proof that he’d done nothing but failed. “You think you’re untouchable ––– “ Hand falls, wand takes place once again at her side as she feigns a quivering lip. “Well, you may as well be. But if you do really believe that you’ve had a hand in who I am ––– “ She pauses, moment of self clarity as she shakes her head against the lightless evening. “Then you’ve made sure I’m just the same. Untouchable.”

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HOOKUM , DAISY

Daisy had always adored Mary. Hogwarts was a place where she got picked on a lot, but Mary never treated her with anything but respect. The two girls were in the same house together for years, cheering on the same quidditch teams and racing to win the house cup, so of course there was some attachment there even after all those years. Maybe Daisy always tried to keep the girl happy because she knew how tough she had it, or maybe it was just because she didn’t like seeing people sad. Either way, the girl was relieved to see her familiar face was the one she collided with. In this day and age she could’ve easily run into a death eater or some other vicious creature. Daisy wasn’t that talented with defense against the dark arts, so who knows how poorly that would’ve turned out. Thank Merlin she’d never find out.

“I’d like that.” She nodded, watching as the hufflepuff took a spot beside her. She knew Mary was right— she shouldn’t be out by herself so late at night. It was just one of those times where she was too exhausted to find someone to escort her home. “Tilden usually offers to walk me home, but I think he said he had to work late tonight so I didn’t owl him.” She nodded her head as she spoke, body tucking itself near Mary’s. “How have you been?’

"Yes well, if I do know one thing for certain it’s that mister Tilden is lookin’ for a swift uppercut if he allows you to walk home unattended again.” Her tone is in jest, a smile stretching against her lips. For a moment, it feels foreign. Yet, as hard as Mary might try, she cannot help but allow slight walls to come caving down. Daisy Hookum, personification of light, so much so that in her presence it remained nearly impossible to be drawn to the shadows. “Been quite well, practising till the crack o’bloody dawn. Cannons and all, you know I really do believe we’ve got a shot at the World Cup this year.” It’s said with confidence, sheer magnificence overcame the woman when she’d spoke of Quidditch, a calling in which she’d gladly answered. When set upon a broom, Mary MacDonald became nothing short of magic. It was enthralling, some would say, to watch her weave through the air. “Between that and well, every other damn thing goin’ on, I’m ‘fraid I haven’t really the chance at much of anything else.” Her shoulders fall into a small shrug as she continues. “––– What ‘bout you, Hookum? How is life fairing behind the best barmaid in all of England?”