unbroken.

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dependent muse blog for itahq ; tortured by courtney. ( 27 , aedt, she/her. )

*MARY MACDONALD ; a girl made of DEVASTATION, ruin, and a hint of sugary sweetness. 19. gryffindor alum, healer in training & protector of friends. bio / intro

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basics.

full name: mary macdonald

nickname/s: mare-bear, m, mack, any variation of her name she will most likely answer too

age: 19

birthday: april 10th

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single

magic.

patronus: a fox ; sharp, clever, intuitive, creative.

boggart: being trapped in a graveyard filled with people she’s failed to save

wand type: elm wood, dragon heart-string, 11" & unyielding

affiliation: order of the phoenix

school & house: hogwarts & gryffindor

blood status: muggleborn

headcanons.

she does not have a good relationship with her parents, especially after fifth year when they failed to show up when she needed them the most. because of this, mary is heavily independent yet somewhat codependent on her friends, though she tries not to come off as clingy and overbearing.

has become somewhat reliant on partying either in the wizarding world or muggle london just to feel normal for once. it's all war, war, some death and more war.

mary loves to read. on rainy days she loves to curl up in her bed with the window slightly open, her cat by her side and a up of tea on her table stand, book in hand. has a collection of muggle and wizard books on her rickety bookshelf in her apartment.

has an old grumpy male ginger cat named shaun. hates almost everyone but her. she is in awe of him.

her humour is twisted and dark, a far cry from who she was in school. deep down though mary is still that kind hearted girl. she'll still lend a helping hand, but don't mind her if there's a wand pointed at you while she's helping.

life is not fair and mary knows it, so she lives recklessly to make memories before she can't anymore.

has three tattoos ; a lion on her left ankle, a dove on her collarbone and a sword with a snake wrapped around it on her spine.

loves her friends dearly, will gladly help them at 3 am if they needed her help.

is very skilled with her wand, don't mistake her somewhat friendly face in thinking she can't handle herself.

has a massive sweet tooth; it's the quickest way to mary's heart.

wanted.

bad influence ; mary's delving into darker shit day by day, wouldn't it be wonderful if someone had planted the idea in her head to research dark magic in the first place? someone she thought was a friend, perhaps? nothing more greater than a girl running into ruin by a guiding hand.

loss of my life ; at one point in their life, they were considered the one. mary didn't know of any other love like this, but now they cant even look at each other, it hurts too much. the love turned loss of her life, including longing gazes from the other side of the social events, drunken confessions and maybe a kiss or two. definitely heated arguments with a hint of desperation.

girls just wanna have fun ; there's nothing more sweeter than girls just being girls in the midst of an upcoming war. singing with reckless abandon in an apartment while getting ready to go out, late night adventures and early work mornings hungover as all hell.

enemies that want to see you fall ; mary's a muggleborn loud and proud; she isn't afraid to speak her mind with spitfire and an ancient rage only girls understand. this has garnered some attention no doubt, especially after her incident in fifth year with mulciber. however she wears her scars loud and proud, though she has no doubt there are people who would love to see her scream in pain.

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since being home, marlene was spending many a night at the pub. it had become a safe haven as of late - dimly lit, too loud for her to think, constantly searching for her own self at the bottom of a drink. nobody to really recognize her, not yet. she kept her hood up and her head down for the most part, not ever in a social mood - what was there to talk about? but a voice pulled her out of her own head, familiar and like honey dripping through her ears.

mary macdonald.

there was no mistaking it; marlene knew the lilt of her voice, the timbre of her tone. a funny, anxious feeling started to sprout in the pit of her stomach, like maybe she should get up and just leave, but she couldn't move her feet. instead she looked up past the shade of her hood at the young woman, leaning her chin in her hand as a faint, ghostly smile traced her lips. "i'm home hardly a few days and you're already trying to poison me?" she offered, the nerves obvious in her voice.

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her heart slammed against her chest at the sound of the familiar lilt in marlene's voice, a voice mary hadn't had the delight of hearing in years. for a moment, it felt like she was seventeen again -- seventeen and hopeful, reaching out for her best friends hand only to grasp thin air in the space marlene used to occupy before she disappeared from her life. mary tried to be happy for her, and she was, but sometimes there was a bitter aftertaste the void of marlene left under her tongue.

but a huge smile broke out on the young witches face, despite the hood hiding most of marlene's beauty, mary's soul knew it was her. "it's my way of showing love, what can i say? a little bit of poison, a cure slipped in soon after... bonding." her jokes had grown darker in marlene's absence; mary pats the empty seat next to her, hoping marlene would sit. "The old Marlene wouldn't turn down a free drink now, would she?"

Please, sit. she wouldn't say it, however the hopeful shine in mary's gaze told a story worth a thousand galleons.

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The Leaky Cauldron, returning to the scene of the crime, reliving the moments only ushered between whispers, it was a place she was coming practically daily. Instead of her normal trips to Flourish and Blotts or elsewhere, she found herself there. Why? She didn't know. Pathetic, that was what she was pathetic. Was she searching for him in what she thought was a glimpse of blonde hair. That was it, it would be the day she returned home and told her parents she'd accept their marriage binding to whomever they thought was worth of the Black name. Finger trailed around the top of her glass as she heard someone splutter.

"Firewhiskey?" she asked, not trying to start issues with anyone. "It's an acquired taste, but once you get used to it you come to quite enjoy the burn, the bit of pain." Maybe that was a house of Black trait, enjoying the pain, needing the pain.

"I'll pay for it, at this point I'm probably a few too many drinks in but I wouldn't mind it, with going home I need all the liquid courage I can gather."

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"Firewhiskey," Mary reiterated in agreement, a sour aftertaste lingering which made her scrunch her face up even more than it already was. Not that Mary didn't like firewhiskey, quite the opposite -- but firewhiskey mixed with a fruity twist? Not her ball game. "Pain and I are old friends, don't get me wrong. But this is a different type of pain I think," she's careful in her words; knowing of the Black family's painfully acute power in society, so she plasters on a friendly smile, careful to tiptoe around the meaning of her words.

"Oh please, if anything I should be paying you for taking it off my hands. But it's already paid for, so there's no trouble -- Oh? I don't mean to pry but... is everything alright? People tend to only need liquid courage for whatever battle they're about to face. Externally or internally."

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where: the leaky cauldron who: open @itastarters

it definitely was not mary's plan to be a regular at the leaky cauldron, but here she was for the third night in the row, delicate fingers tracing the rim of her freshly poured cocktail; but brows furrowed so deep in thought, mary couldn't enjoy the silliness of the cocktail umbrella's shooting mini sparklers from the tip.

even still, she gave the bartender a grateful smile -- girls were nice and polite even if they wanted to grit their teeth and snarl -- finally taking a sip of the fruity concoction. Spicy. " Ack - what the fu-" she spluttered out in between coughs, before turning herself to the nearest person, "would you by chance want a free drink? A nice, delicious cocktail. Nothing wrong with it whatsoever."