#thread: mary }

[lorddominic]

who: dominic & mary @dreamspenned where: Barnett House

Dominic was plagued by Katherine’s words. Mary and Frederic are planning to elope, both clearly conversing despite Dominic’s rules. Frederic was to keep his distance from Mary or Dominic would ruin her. He didn’t take any enjoyment from it, but he wasn’t the type to fail on a threat. The house was transformed back into its simplistic form. There wasn’t any gemstone-decorated room; there weren't the opulent displays. It was stripped back to its mediocrity, which would’ve made Dominic laugh if he weren't here on pressing issues. It didn’t take long for Dominic to be received by the footman and escorted up to the drawing room. He didn’t sit. Dominic just stood in the doorway, waiting for Mary to be summoned. If Katherine were right and an elopement were the plan, it was useless talking to Frederic. Mary could be the only one to see sense.

When Mary walked in, Dominic said nothing. He refused the drinks offered by the footman, nor did he offer any polite greeting to her. “I apologise for the intrusion,” Dominic says with no sincerity, "but I have an urgent matter to discuss.” Dominic let his words hang in the air as he studied Mary and her potential reaction. “I’ve been informed that you and Frederic have been in contact, but you also plan to elope.” There was no question yet, just a man stating facts. It was like he was in the house of lords, gearing up to debate a bill that no one wanted. The Barnetts weren’t dim; they were clever enough to lie once. Dominic knew they’d all lie again. It was in their nature. “If you do this, or continue whatever this is with Frederic, I promise there’ll be consequences. " Dominic wasn’t threatening. He was stating facts as plain as day. He didn’t want any misunderstandings, and this was the best way.

[regulus-wil]

out the other | mary & reg

Honestly, Regulus would have figured it out soon enough even if Rabastan hadn’t told him what had happened. Because if he thought his best friend lacked subtlety, it was absolutely nothing compared to the likes of Mary MacDonald. Who, in a shocking turn of events, had become more of a pest than the boy she was so clearly interested in. And for the heir of a family known for it’s prejudice, he was sure his mother would have a heart attack if she learned how much time he was unintentionally spending time with the Muggleborn. With little to no complaint, of course. He liked Mary just fine.

Well, at least until she tried to sneak in questions about Rabastan and make it look casual.

The first few questions asked, Regulus shrugged it off as mild curiosity. He’d seen them talking at the Halloween Ball and thought perhaps she was asking for friendship purposes. After Rabastan had told him what had happened after Regulus had finally agreed to gossip with him, the not so ordinary questions slipped into place. And while talking about Rabastan wasn’t his least favourite topic, he wasn’t particularly sure why the Gryffindor wasn’t just going directly to his best friend and asking him instead. They had slept together for Merlin’s sake, having an inability to talk to one another about personal things seemed like a step down from that.

He’d been trying to finish an essay in the library as quickly as possible – adamant that he was going to make it to dinner on time that day and hopefully spend some well deserved time with Charity when Mary had joined him. He had smiled at her pleasantly, indulged her in casual conversation before, inevitably, she had asked something about Rabastan. He was somewhat amused, but he still managed to roll his eyes, placing his quill down and giving Mary his full attention.

“This may surprise you, MacDonald, but I do not spend my days taking down notes on Rab’s day to day life.” He paused, debating whether or not to add on that he already knew why she was asking and that if she wanted to find out more about him, asking Rabastan directly was the best choice. But as the two of them seemed idiotic as each other, and he had to indulge both of them in their gossip about one another, Regulus decided he might as well get some amusement from it.

Faking a confused expression he asked, “Has he been bothering you? I can keep him away from you if you like.”

@mary-whoisleft​

[amos-wil]

call it losing touch | amos & mary

“… and I mentioned to Gudgeon about this looking sexy for Halloween trend, but I don’t think he thought much of my sexy Auror idea.” Amos chattered away, more to himself at this point as he sat on the floor crossed legged, his back to a fitting room he had recently lost his friend to. With the spooky season approaching, Hogsmeade seemed to have embraced the holiday, including Gladrags Wizardwear where he had all but dragged Mary MacDonald into when he got a look at the costumes in the window.

Amos had been doing almost everything to distract him from thinking too much lately. And really – he was drowned by his thoughts when left alone and sober. His day usually consisted of waking up, practising Quidditch, eating, attending classes, practising Quidditch again, laughing with friends, having a drink and trying to fall asleep before reality could crash down on him. Since his confrontation with Davey, where his intoxicated self figured more out than he ever did, it was all he could do to try and avoid the girl he had been falling for subconsciously.

But she was one of his best friends, and it was impossible to avoid her forever. Instead, he stubbornly told himself that it would be easy to get over his irritating crush if he just looked in the other direction. He’d successfully avoided eye contact or any physical touches and so far he was holding out just fine. Getting over this very temporary infatuation would be easy. Amos Diggory didn’t catch feelings. So he continued talking, as casually as he would to anyone.

“So I just sort of figured I’d dress up as Davey for Halloween instead.” He laughed. “Are you done in there yet? I know I said try them on, I didn’t mean waste precious moments we could be drinking Firewhiskey by checking yourself out in a mirror.”

@mary-whoisleft​

[liicnhearted]

starter for @advivc

“ Has Potter seen the cookies yet? One bite and it’s sure to bloat his face up -- maybe even deflate that ego of his.”

[emmsmuses-blog]

@cypresshillsghost a réagi à votre billet : �� - Danny

[text: mary] Good to know all it takes is a nude to get you to reply. [text: mary] hm…tempting.

[text: Daniel] --> Don’t try me. I will rescind my offer if you do. 

[abdemus]

.mother hen } closed

Social gatherings were unnerving for a surprising percentage of the populace. It was understandable given that conversation did not come as easily to some as others. To a certain extent did this apply to the fearis haired yankee, but even more so did it to the bumbling bundle of nerves that was Mary. It was for that that losing sight of the bashful underclassman had been disastrous as without someone to seek shelter behind hot streaks of tears might stain porcelain cheeks.

Habits long since memorized, where the younger would take refuge was luckily quite simple to discover. Crouched down in a far less occupied section of the gala's venue, the trembling form showed just how truly anxious she was to b4 alone while surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces. Protective instincts caused by a motherly disposition never failed to influence the second year's actions, shown by how providing comfort became almost as necessary as it was to breath.

Knees bent to bring her body to the same level as the smaller's, a hand settling upon ivory tresses to soothing pet the long strands. "Take it easy, Mary. Being alone can be scary, but you're not." Assurances aside, it was honestly baffling how Seto had not sensed the disturbance and rushed to the other's side. Perhaps they had been separated in the same manner as they had been, but the only way to know for certain was to ask. "Where's Seto? He was your date, right?"