#c:davey

[mary-whoisleft]

the wrong person for the job // davey & mary

There was something about watching Davey eat lunch alone. It wasn’t that it was wrong exactly. Seventh year schedules being what they were, many of them had to find the time to shove a few bites into their mouths while their nose was buried in a book to cram in some last minute studying. It would have been easy enough to pretend that’s what was happening now and continue on her way. But there was something about the image that just wasn’t right. Especially considering, well, the fight.

It felt weird that she knew such a personal thing that had happened between Davey and Dorcas, but then most of the school did. The ones who weren’t there to witness it themselves in the entrance hall heard about it within the day from the whispers and gossip. Mary was one of the ones who saw it happen firsthand, wishing she was anywhere else but unable to look away.

She was unable to look away once again as she now watched him, accompanied only by his own loneliness. A few times she started to make her way to the Gryffindor table only to stop and throw a few more glances over to the boy again. If anyone was watching her, they must have thought she was losing her mind.

Finally, with a determined head nod followed only by one more false start, she made her way over to where he sat. “Hey, Davey,” she said, putting in every effort to not sound like someone talking to a crying child. Make sure her pitch wasn’t too high, make sure her vowels weren’t too drawn out, make sure her eyes weren’t filled with pity. “Care for any company? Don’t want to interrupt if you’re really invested in this book, but, well, I will call you a nerd.”

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[mary-whoisleft]

when opportunity presents itself // mary & davey

It was no secret that Hogwarts was not the best place to keep secrets. Maybe it was just a facet of going to a small school, or maybe the students just loved the rumor mill too much to let it ever die. But regardless, there always was something or someone being talked about. Normally, Mary tried her best not to participate. Not spread rumors that, true or not, were being talked about all over school. After the attack, she knew all too well how exhausting it was to not be able to go anywhere without hearing her name.

But every now and then, there was something that just drew her interest too well. And the latest was talk of who was being approached by Quidditch recruiters. Now that graduation was drawing closer and plans were being made, all the players were gossiping about it. Known recruiters caught at games, whispers of offers already in the works.

It was exciting. And she was too caught up in it. Which is the only reason she really had for approaching Davey, smile on her face, as he made his way onto the Quidditch pitch.

“Hey there. Don’t worry, our team warmed it up for you. So, are you getting back up in the air again today?” The girls had just spent their time in the locker room discussing Davey Gudgeon and the recruiter he had apparently been talking to. They all knew about his recent accident, of course, but none of them had known just how permanent the damage was.

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[mary-whoisleft]

coming undone // davey & mary

It wasn’t until she was actually with him that Mary realized just how long it had been since she had really been alone with Davey. Specifically, it had been since the day of the attack, when she had been so unable to do anything to help herself, let alone him. It also had been the first time they really saw each other in crisis mode, the first time their relationship passed over from light-hearted fun to something real where they would either have to step up or watch it fall. And she felt like she failed that test.

These thoughts, wondering if their relationship would survive another stress test like that, had been swimming around her mind, mixing together with all the other awful things that had taken up residency there. Like when (not if) there would be another attack, how much closer they were getting to hurting people she really cared about, what she alone could do about it, and at what cost. However, Mary preferred not to think about such unsolvable things, and had spent much of the past days avoiding it, either by throwing herself into practice on the Quidditch pitch, or drinking it away in the Gryffindor tower.

Luckily, practice and finals had also been keeping him busy, so it wasn’t too obvious that she was trying to avoid him -- if that’s what she had been trying to do. She wasn’t even entirely sure.

But regardless of what her goals had been, the reality of the present was that she had the dorm room to herself for an hour, and she was sitting curled up on her bed, looking at him, trying to decide where to begin. She didn’t even know if he had the same worries her. Maybe it was just her mind that insisted on playing all of these moment over and over again until she was ready to go crazy. Maybe she already had gone crazy.

“It’s nice to have a moment’s break. They seem few and far between these days.” She took one of her pillows and adjusted it to be a backrest so she could get properly comfortable. “Hows Gladys doing? I mean, I haven’t heard anything so I assumed physically she was fine. But how is she holding up?”

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[gudgeongirl]

A pesar de haber acudido con su hermano al festival, tenía varias horas que lo había perdido de vista, algo un tanto curioso ya que este parecía su sombra en muchas ocasiones y con todo lo que había pasado últimamente esto era aun más curioso, pero la chica no se preocupaba ya que creía que su hermano estaría pasando el tiempo con sus amigos. 

Tras un largo rato buscándolo entre los puestos no tardó en encontrarlo en una de las mesas que había para poder comer o descansar. La menor no dudó ni un segundo en sentarse a su lado —Jure que estarías por ahí jugando futbol o incluso nadando en el lago— expresó un tanto divertida mientras observaba al chico

PARA: @daveygvdgeon

[mary-whoisleft]

who is left (behind) // davey & mary

All of Mary’s shifts that week had been entirely devoid of a familiar face. Which wasn’t a bad thing in and of itself. She was enjoying getting to know the regulars at Tilcott’s that had been there long before she started introducing her own crowd to the scene, and her coworkers had a wealth of stories they were willing to share. Besides, it certainly wasn’t her friends’ job to spend their week nights (where most of her newbie shifts fell) entertaining her at her work.

The strange thing, though, was that they weren’t just absent from the bar, but from the city as a whole. It started with Benjy telling her that instead of properly breaking in their new apartment together, he would be almost instantly be heading off for two week. But after that, the plans fell through one after the other as Lily, Marlene, Sirius, Remus, James, Peter all gave their excuses as to why they would be conveniently out of town. It had her wondering just how far this list stretched -- even if she had no idea how to make sense of any connection between them all.

She wasn’t sure how to take it, then, when Davey replied to her note that he was free for drinks. At least it was one person she could cross off her list of suspects.

“Don’t worry. I come in peace and not trying to beg you for any information about the Cup you might already have,” she teased as she approached where he waited for her at the bar. She even threw her hands up in mock-surrender, as though he would be scared off by too aggressive of an approach. “I already know how to find out where the hottest players will be hanging, and what else is there, really?“

There wasn’t much of a plan here. Outside of having a nice night with a friend. But if she could find anything that Davey knew that would bring some clarity, she wouldn’t complain.

“I’m glad you were free, even if this was a little last notice. It’s good to see you.”

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[mary-whoisleft]

left in the dark // mary + davey

Amos wouldn’t talk to her. It was a thought that did more than just nagged at her, it smacked her upside the head with every chance it got. Amos wouldn’t talk to her. Even in the short amount of time it had been, she ran into him over and over again, their normal patterns too accustomed to trying to find every possible opportunity for their lives to overlap. But there was nothing normal about the cold shoulder he gave her time and time again, forcing the realization to hit her all over again. Amos wouldn’t talk to her.

She was feeling sad and angry and every point in between. Her emotions bounced all over the place, not able to settle in one area, mostly because she still had no idea what was wrong. With no reason to serve as the anchor, giving her at least a starting point of what she could do from there, she was left in a horrible, terrible middle ground. She needed answers. And if Amos wouldn’t give them to her, maybe she had to find them in other places.

Now, some might say approaching her ex-boyfriend about the matter was not the best course of action. But, truthfully, it was the first one that popped into Mary’s brain so she decided to run with it. After all, how much more damage could she do if it was the wrong call that she hadn’t done already?

“Hey, Davey?” she asked more than said as she walked up to him. The Hufflepuff Quidditch team had just wrapped up their practice for the day, meaning it would be Gryffindor’s turn to take the field soon. But she hoped she could get just get a few moments before James pulled her away. “I’m sure you’re, like, really exhausted, but could I talk to you just for a minute? I’m worried... about Amos.”

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[mary-whoisleft]

downturn // davey & mary

There were many people who had shown up to her party that she hadn’t been expecting. Some were better surprises than others, and some she was sure came because they heard of a typical Gryffindor party going on and not specifically to celebrate her birthday with her. But, as long as they weren’t jerks intent on ruining the night for others, she had a “more the merrier” mentality when it came to these things. It did leave more people for her to make rounds to: thanking them for coming, seeing if they were having a good time, refilling their drinks if necessary. She probably wasn’t going to make her way to all of them, but she sure enjoyed trying. As she left behind another group of people, having said hopefully intelligible things to them, she saw one of the biggest surprises of the night: Davey Gudgeon, clearly visible above the other guests at the party. The last time they had talked had not turned out, well, great. But even so, she found herself walking towards him, not sure what her intentions were and not having them figured out by the time she started talking to him. “Hey stranger,” she said as she tapped his arm to get his attention. “Haven’t seen you much. Well, I have but I haven’t talked to you. But we’re changing that now, aren’t we? Why are you here? Oh my God, I mean I’m glad you’re here.”

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[mary-whoisleft]

Mary,

Sorry to say I forgot about proof. Hope this works.

Davey

Under the note was a wrapped parcel containing his Hufflepuff Quidditch Jumper (the good one with his name on the back, not the one that was as of recently a bit too small and had a hole in the cuff) with a signed statement pinned to the front reading:

I, Davey Gudgeon, hereby certify that I made out with Mary MacDonald after the Gryffindor Quidditch victory against Ravenclaw (and it was lovely).

Sincerely,

Davey G. Gudgeon