fool me once // macstrange
Mary wasn’t sure what Rabastan had been doing before he had the Daily Prophet shoved in his face. She didn’t care enough to notice. When she was with him at the Halloween dance, everything else had fallen away and it felt like they were the only two people in the world. Nothing else mattered. She was experiencing a similar feeling now, except this time the tunnel-vision was fueled by rage.
It was rare to see Mary consumed by pure anger like she was at the moment. Sure, there were plenty of things happening around her that made her angry. But too often that anger was diluted by fear and sadness, something she hated to admit but unfortunately was the truth. There was no confusing what she was feeling now, though. Her knuckles were white as her hands clenched around the newspaper, her jaw was tensed so hard it looked like she might break her teeth, and the look in her eyes told everyone else don’t even try to get involved right now. She looked wholly unlike herself.
“What the fuck is this?” He might not even be able to tell with how close she was currently holding the page to his face. But that’s okay because she didn’t need an answer to know exactly what it was. The Prophet had run a story on Benjy’s protest, and she had heard about it even if she wasn’t a regular news reader. So it might have taken her a few weeks to get her hands on a copy. But when she did, well, she hardly got a chance to read what was written.
Because the minute she opened it, her eyes quickly went to a photo of the counter protesters. A few pricks she had the pleasure of running into briefly at the protest. That was no surprise. What was a surprise was the person standing behind the group, not noticeable at first but came into view when the people in the picture started to move around. The person who was instantly recognizable to her. The person who was holding a sign that said….
“‘Make blood pure again?’” She threw the paper down into Rabastan’s lap so she could get a good look at his face. So he could get a good look at hers. It was strange to be looking into his eyes and not thinking of the next moment she could pull him into a dark corner and kiss him until she ran out of breath. Which, admittedly, had been much of the past week or so of her life. But it was really the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Much more on the forefront was what was the heaviest book she had on her that she could use to hit him.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t expect you to be at the head of the resistance but I never thought you were... one of them.”
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