#macdvnald

[aceincharge]

FMK: marlene, alice, mary

“Marry Mary. She’s my girl. There wasn’t any other option in there. Fuck Alice. I get she’s a married woman and all but Marlene...so isn’t my type.”

@macdvnald @mxrlcne

[defeatsdeath]

MEMES // @macdvnald​ —  📚 for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter [ THE CRUEL PRINCE - holly black ]

“ let’s have a toast. to the incompetence of our enemies, “ he says, beer bottle lifting in the air, a huge smile already in place on his lips. giving her a quick wink as he drains the liquid, clearly a little bit on the intoxicated side already. he leans back, legs spread out in front of him, an arm splayed casually across the back of his chair. “ may all of them be as bloody stupid as the ones we caught today. “

[dirrtymercy]

@macdvnald

she finds it funny, how all roads always lead back to mary macdonald ----- how she’s the first person she thinks of when in crisis, when things go wrong. and how she’s probably the only person she would FULLY trust with her life, with her secrets, her career. her entire sense of self. so it shouldn’t be surprising that it’s in mary’s bed that she finds herself - cradled into a tight ball, arms hugged around her knees, smudged makeup staining her friend’s pillow. the usual image of perfection has been temporarily erased, instead replaced by a shell of a girl, a shadow of the usual rita skeeter. who is she, without the masks, the charades, the lies? she’s not particularly eager to find out. especially not now ---- when she’s PROBABLY next on their list. so she stays in place, the familiar scent of her childhood best friend soothing her, dulling her senses. allowing her to drift in and out of an uneasy sleep, nightmares of dead reporters plaguing her mind. she doesn’t come to until she’s jolted awake by the sound of the door creaking. green eyes widen with fear, but immediately grow soft when she recognizes the silhouette of mary. “ how bad is it? who else is... ” she whispers, voice heavy with sleep, a little hoarse from crying. still feeling as if there’s a target on her back, heavy on her shoulders, weighing her down. “ ------- can i stay here until everything goes back to... " she trails off. as if there is a NORMAL in this war. as if finding your roommate dead is anywhere close to normal, anywhere close to okay. “i have no place else to go.”

[dirrtymercy]

@macdvnald // summer owls.

DATE: July 5th, 1973 [ 8:55 pm, a gray barn owl drops a purple envelope, smelling faintly of a flowery perfume, outside Mary Macdonald’s window. the letter is written in cursive, bubbly writing, and someone has drawn small heart doodles all over the sides of the parchment. ]

My dearest Mary,

How is your summer going? I write to ask if you will be attending church camp this year. I know I’ve said aaaaaaaaall year that I’d find a way to get out of going, but Dad found out about my articles for the school paper, and is blazing mad about it. Apparently, church camp works in lots of mysterious ways. Remember last year, when he said that it’d be the last year I had to go, and somehow it would also prove to be the best summer of my life? It wasn’t. Well, this year, it’s a punishment for my sins. I tuned out about halfway through the speech, but I imagine that’s what he said.

I hope to see you there!

Your friend (and fellow sinner), Rita Skeeter

[canismajcrsarchived-blog]

@macdvnald

    “ that’s because i fucked you. “ he deadpanned as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. his lips pulled into a S M I R K then as he continued with his statement. “ yeah, fucked you right over, macdonald. “ the man leans back then and places his hands at the back of his head as his chair leans back. “ wouldn’t have suspected that i was that good at wizard’s chess, eh? ah, it is your lost galleons on that one, mare. should’ve known better than to underestimate my skill. “

[dirrtymercy]

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                “ are you here to scream at me too? “ she asks, the tiredness in her voice shining through. not quite up to hiding it right now, doesn’t really have the energy left. fingers push her hair behind her ears, and she lets out a long sigh. though she has skin stronger than armor ( nothing can get to her ), being told to go to hell all day... is still emotionally draining. a long sip is taken from her coffee cup ( the only reason she is still standing ), and she seems to shake it off, a new mask appearing on her features. trademark smile is back, tugging at her lips, any trace of exhaustion erased as if it never existed in the first place. “ sorry. loooooong day. how are you holding up, mary ? “ she pauses, and it’s out of sheer stubbornness that a sparkle returns to her eyes. “ i promise i’m not working an angle. you’ve known me long enough to know when i’m telling the truth. “ has anyone?

[spyingwormtail-blog]

answer me this honestly, truly and uprightly: what is your favourite food?

honesty hour —

"Oh easy that’s -- well, no, actually--” Peter frowned then, several foods coming to mind at once. “Uh, I guess it depends. You know, my mum, sometimes these pork ribs go on sale, and Merlin they’re so good when she cooks ‘em. Especially when she melts a bit of cheddar cheese on ‘em,” he grinned happily at the thought, his stomach nearly rumbling in anticipation for a meal he wouldn’t be getting for at least another couple weeks. “Dessert or snack though? Can’t go wrong with something blueberry.” The biggest thing he missed about living with his best friends was the chance to dig through their Bertie Botts for all the blue ones. 

[sweet-chxrity-blog]

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1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Charity’s full name is Charity Elizabeth Burbage. Her first name was chosen because Charity’s mother wanted her first name to represent something that she wanted her daughter to portray in her life, and “Charity” sounded a whole lot better than “Respect” or “Generosity.”

As for her middle name, that comes from both her mother and her grandmother. Both were named Elizabeth, and it seemed almost wrong to not include in that in Charity’s full name after two generations. 

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Charity doesn’t really have many titles, but she is a Muggle Liaison Officer for the Ministry. She loves every part of her job, but her absolute favorite part is working with Muggles. They’ve always been an interesting bunch to her, and it brings her great joy to help mend relations between the two worlds. 

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

Charity had a relatively good childhood, all things considered. Her mother worked her hardest to make sure that no matter what happened, Charity would have fond memories of her childhood, and she has a fair few. Most surround hanging out with her mother---she had trouble making friends as a child, so Charity spent most of her time with her mother. As a result, besides being her parent, they are best friends. 

The worst memory she can remember from her childhood was the day her father left. Even at five, she recognized that her mother had worked up a lot of courage to tell her father about the Wizarding World, and to watch him leave was devastating. He was a good father up until that moment, so Charity didn’t quite understand why he would leave so suddenly.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 

Charity has a mixed relationship with her parents. 

Her father has always had a presence in her life, even though he hasn’t been there for most of it. He left when Charity was just five after her mother told him about the Wizarding World, a secret that she had kept from him for many years. As soon as Charity began to display signs of being a witch, her mother knew she had to tell him. It was a mistake. She doesn’t really have any memories of him, and that something that saddens her. He’s also the biggest reason Charity is interested in Muggle Studies. She won’t admit it, but learning more and more about the Muggle world helps her keep her father close. She just wishes he would come home.

With her mother, the relationship is great. Her mother is really her biggest role model and they are extremely close. She tells her mother everything, and they talk quite often. Her mother is her oldest friend, greatest ally, and the person Charity hopes she will become one day. 

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Charity is an only child. Her father left before her parents could have more children, and as a result, Charity grew up very lonely. Sure, her mother was always there, but she would have loved to have more friends her age. Charity didn’t really make friends until she was 11 and went to Hogwarts, and she was ecstatic.