#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. 

[canyongirls]

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 2: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓭 ❀

led zeppelin was a big name for only her second guest, and that’s why she’d spent a little too long primping her hair, powdering her cheeks and perfecting her cut-crease eye makeup, careful not to get any product on her absolutely groovy mini dress as her two other roommates fought for a place in front of the full-length mirror. did the statement 'i am interviewing robert plant this afternoon’ not hold any weight to those girls? it mustn’t have; she could barely grasp it herself. polly was a nice girl. she’d touch up her lipstick in the mirror of her car on the way there. in her righteous, rented basement pad polly occupied herself with menial little tasks while awaiting the golden god’s scheduled arrival. she stood over the side table, arranged and rearranged the colourful jars of “goodies” she had previously picked up from her dealer, fluffed the fluffy decorative pillows decorating the long green velveteen sofa, fingered through the bin of rare records donated by friends, pulled one out and lined up the needle for some background ambiance. everything was how it should be: tape recorder in hand and candles lit, the mood set—she breathed in patchouli oil and incense and breathed out love. upstairs, a couple of noisy nobodies recorded their demo track and she’d hoped it wouldn’t deter robert from coming in. she had her seventeen-year-old sister, mary, who had the day off of school, be her doorwoman for the day. hiring mary was an effort to get her to be more social—her duty as the eldest sibling—but mary wasn’t a very good doorwoman at all. when mary saw robert, she smiled a very tiny un-hospitable smile in the way that she normally would and barely even said hello. it was hard to tell whether she was simply strange or just shy. it was almost as if she didn’t know whether she had the right person or not, even with the words ‘remember, mary, he is very tall and very english’ echoing about her head. she stared into his eyes long and hard, half a smile faltering on her lips. “are you...a rockstar?” @goldensqueeze​

eventually polly would figure out how to run things right. eventually.

[amos-whoisleft-blog]

test the waters | mary & amos

@mary-whoisleft

Amos supposed the reality hadn’t kicked in yet, and that’s why he felt so indifferent about being booted off the Quidditch team. Being a Hufflepuff Chaser had been his life, being an international Quidditch player had been his dream. Everything had changed since news of his son, of course, but he still loved the sport. Other things suddenly took priority, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with the change. He hadn’t even realised he’d been neglecting the sport that was once his entire motivation.

But as he was walking back from the grounds, replaying the events in his head, he wasn’t upset about being no longer being part of that type of life. It was Davey’s expression that had him feeling nauseous. Or was it the guilt that accompanied it? When Davey was made Captain, Amos never thought he’d put his friend in an uncomfortable situation. In previous years, he’d snapped at people who had inconvenienced the Captain at the time – usually Gwenog.

Now, he was one of them. And he wasn’t a naive, he knew what he’d done. Knew he’d taken advantage of Davey being his best friend, counting on his soft-hearted nature and their bond to keep him in the team even with the little effort he was putting in. He was using someone he cared about as a safety net. What kind of a friend did that?

The thought plagued him as he continued his journey, unsure on a destination or what he was going to do. It wasn’t the first time Amos questioned if he was actually a good friend, but this one really did seem so much worse.

When Amos passed through the Transfiguration Courtyard, he spotted Mary reading on a bench. He was too distracted to realise that while they had managed to reform most of their friendship, there was still some initial awkwardness. Amos wanted an opinion too much, needed someone to bounce his thoughts off of. His feelings for her didn’t even come into his mind as he approached her, plucking the book from her hand.

“Hi.” He greeted, dropping to the bench next to her with a sigh. Amos placed the book on the ground before flinging his legs round on to the bench and resting his head on her lap, closing his eyes. “I’ve just been kicked off the Quidditch team.”

[amos-whoisleft-blog]

shelter from the storm | mary & amos | may 1975

@mary-whoisleft

It was ridiculously hard to ignore the gossip at Hogwarts, and no matter how hard he tried, he overheard whispers – especially when they mentioned the missing Muggleborns name. Amos threatened those spreading rumours, broke up any conversation that involved a conspiracy theory with Mary Macdonald not leaving the Common Room. As far as he was concerned, it was nobody’s business as to why Mary had all but locked herself in the Gryffindor tower, not even his own despite the nature of their relationship. But, even with his best efforts, he’d picked up similarities in every story told.

There was another person involved, and the general popular opinion was that it was a Slytherin. The other common occurrence was that Mary had not come out of whatever happened unscathed, and that gave him a knot in his stomach. And the worst thing for him was that whatever happened was the same night they’d met up in an empty classroom on the first floor. Such a thing wasn’t uncommon for them, but that night – unlike every other time – he hadn’t walked her back to the Common Room. He couldn’t remember the reason, something to do with homework. Now, guilt lingering with him, he knew there was no reason good enough to not do so. But Hogwarts was meant to be safe. Nothing that bad could have happened, surely?

Vanishing for a couple of days could be explained with illness, but the uncomfortable silence and refusal to answer questions from her closest Gryffindor friends added to the suspicion. Amos didn’t expect to feel the amount of worry he did, and despite his determination to keep firmly out of it until she sought him out, Mary occupied his every thought. He couldn’t just sit and act calm when she could be suffering.

On day three, he ignored suggestions and skipped all of his lessons to wait outside the Gryffindor Common Room. No one seemed surprised by his presence, and he never bothered anyone by asking to send messages. He didn’t want Mary to feel pressured to come out and see him – but he did want to be there the moment she did leave, no matter how many days he had to be there.

Thankfully, on the fourth day, the girl he’d been waiting for made an appearance.

Amos had gone to the Great Hall early, grabbed some breakfast to take up with him. He wasn’t expecting Mary to come out anytime soon, so he’d been prepared to set up his life there, leaving only to eat and sleep. Amos had been half way through a bagel, sitting next to the portrait of the Fat Lady, when the portrait opened and Mary stepped out. She didn’t look half as bad as he expected her too, with all the gossip swirling around, but he knew her well enough to know something was definitely wrong. He wanted to reach out for her and hold her, ask her what happened.

But that look in her eye made him opt for something else. Normality.

“Macdonald.” Amos greeted, mouth still half full of food. Once he grabbed her attention, he reached down and held up a plate of toast. “Join me? Fat Lady is alright for company, but you’re better.”