Just Smoke and Mirrors

Mary Macdonald. Former Gryffindor. Healer in Training. Muggleborn. Takes tea with whiskey. Survivor. o n e at a time the world gets darker every night cause I see it all without the light....

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(&& peter):

“Sor-” Peter made a small noise and cut himself off. Honestly his gut instinct was to simply apologise for things almost immediately, it was an all but unbreakable habit by this point. He jolted a little when the other took hold of his hand (which was probably unattractively sweaty) and swallowed, “Y-yea,” he squeezed her hand hand, “S-sitting down sounds good.” Peter agreed, following her gaze to the chair, “It’s just so many people a-and it’s usually so quiet where I work and…” And he was too big of a baby to even handle a little yelling…so pathetic. 

She would have said sorry too. Apologies fell from her mouth faster then she could control. She said it if she wasn’t in the wrong and she said it if she was. Sitting with Peter she kept hold of his hand and listened. Placing her other hand atop of theirs Mary shook her head. “There was a lot of people in there and it was just chaos, I didn’t like that all that much. But when you’re so used to the quiet, I can very much see how this could feel so very overwhelming. Maybe today you can take an early day and go home?

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(&& remus):

This wasn’t the first time Remus had caught Mary in such a trance. She had a tendency to get lost within her own head, it’s been happening for years. Normally Remus would just let her slowly snap herself back to reality, but he had been sitting with her for over five minutes and she hadn’t even acknowledged his existence. “Mary?” He said softly, waving a hand in front of her face, “Mary, you in there?” A few more seconds had passed before she finally seemed to come to. A smile spread on Remus face, despite the fact that he was extremely concerned for her. “Shit, Mary. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days. That’s the longest I’ve seen you like that. You alright?”

Mary blinked again and looked at Remus. Remus was safe, Remus was a friend she had to tell herself. She felt herself relax and nodded. “Yeah I’m fine, always fine. Just thinking about all the things I have to do and the exams I still have to take, just got lost again.” Her features fell into panic though. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I didn’t mean too. I need to pay attention more.” Mary ran her hand through blonde locks and felt bad. “What’s up?”

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(&& gideon):

It had been a long day of training. Gideon didn’t mind it usually, at least not at the time. It was only later that the aches settled in his bones and he began to notice all the new bruises that seemed to show up on his skin every day. Still, despite the tiredness, he did enjoy it. He had made his way to Leaky Couldron because he didn’t want to return to his apartment just yet and was in dire need of a drink. He was on his second drink of the night when someone sat down next to him and he took knocked his shot back before turning to them with a small grin, “Fancy a drink?”

Mary just found a spot and sat down. She didn’t want to go home just yet, home didn’t feel right at the moment and she just needed to escape for just a little longer. The Leaky Cauldron gave her that. Her head was in the clouds though and she really hasn’t seen who she sat next too until they spoke. Turning her head she smiled, “Gideon.” She nodded. “I would always fancy a drink.”

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(&& peter):

Peter jumped a little at the hand on his shoulder, even though he knew it was attached to Mary and she wouldn’t want to hurt him; he couldn’t help it. “S-sorry.” he said quietly, “M’fine.” he nodded, “I-it’s just nuts in there and I needed a minute.” he told her, trying to breath deeply and calmly, “E-everyone’s on edge and snapping and I hate it.” He’d never been able to hand confrontation of charged situations well. “B-but never mind me. Are you okay?” he asked her softly.

“you’re okay. don’t apologize.” her voice was calming, quiet as if to make him feel more at ease. “yeah it’s a mad house alright, so much going on, where to even start.” mary reached down to grab his hand and give it a squeeze, trying to comfort the boy. “oh me?” she hated when the conversation turned to her. “it’s a bit overwhelming in there and i never did like crowds all that much, but i’m fine. should we sit for a moment.” she tilted her head to the unoccupied bench. 

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(&& james)‌:

James moved as he was told and sat down in front of her. “Mac, I would’ve hoped you might’ve learned by now not to worry about me. Or any of us boys at this point. We’re all just kind of trouble some.” He commented with a laugh. “It should be that bad honestly. Just some small cuts and a little bruising.” 

“I worry about all of you because you all need someone to worry about you. Always trouble. But I like to be the person you call can come to too to fix the bumps and bruises of that trouble.” She offered with a bright smile. “Gives me practice, small or not. So who were you dueling with?”

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Mary was really staring at nothing. She did that a lot after what happened to her. The phantom thoughts lingered against her skin, threatening to send her into a spiral again. She always thought she moved on but maybe she was just pretending. Why else was she so jumpy. Her head never made sense. She was lost in her head, thoughts swirling around and around. She could drown in her thoughts. She blinked and shook herself out of her trance. Her eyes caught another’s, and Mary instinctively took a step back. “Sorry. Sorry if I was staring. I didn’t mean too.”

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(&& peter):

Who: Peter & OPEN Where: Outside The Ministry of Magic 

The Ministry was chaos… He’d wanted to hide away in his little cubby all day and go ignored but everyone was running about like mad firecrabs and it was all too much. He’d slipped out of the building panting since he’d all but ran the way and lent against the wall outside, the air was wet and it seemed to stick against his skin as he closed his eyes and reminded himself to try and breath, deep and even.

There were deep circles under his eyes, he’d gotten no sleep in the last few days and felt like he was on the edge of dropping where he stood but… there was no time for that. Not now, not ever. He opened his eyes, still breathing a little heavily and realised there was another person nearby, “S-s-sorry.” he mumbled not sure what he was apologising for, “It w-was so mad in there I uhr… I just wanted to get out for a minute.”

Mary needed to drop off some paperwork at the Ministry. She was almost done with her training and she needed to turn in some paperwork. However the chaos of the Ministry made her feel nervous. She clutched her papers and moved outside trying to breathe. However she ran into a familiar face and stopped in her tracks. “Peter?” Reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder, he didn’t look well and it was making her worry. “Peter, it’s okay, are you alright, do you need anything?”

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(&& james)‌:

James laughed and waved his hand as if waving off their worry. “This? Don’t worry about it. Just some Auror training gone right for me.” He joked, laughing a bit as he spoke about the small cut and bruise on his face. “You should see the other guy. Definitely didn’t go as well for him.” 

“Well of course I’m going to worry, James, that’s my job to worry.” Mary pulled out her little kit and sat down to tend to the small cuts. “I don’t really want to see the other guy cause then I would have to tend to them.” Putting up her hair the small blonde then put on her gloves, “Come here and let me patch you up!”

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MARY MACDONALD Twenty, Muggleborn, Neutral

Raised in a loving family, Mary MacDonald had never known bullying until she walked the halls of Hogwarts. Being a Muggleborn, though she never understood why, had made her a target to some of the other students, and in her fourth year she was attacked by Mulciber, leaving her terrified of him for years. With a close knit group of friends around her though, Mary eventually decided that she wasn’t going to let the attack define her, and although they tend to often still treat her with kid gloves, her emotional scars are healing. She may not be a member of the Order herself, but she will do what she can to support them.

MARY MACDONALD IS CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

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(&& marlene)‌:

Marlene was tired of hearing about the dead Minister. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, it was that the news put her on edge. Everywhere she went people were talking about it, rightfully so- but it was starting to drive her mad. She was never so thankful to be called into work, secretly praising the other bartender who’d called out sick. She was even more thankful to work in a Muggle bar, surely she wouldn’t have to discuss the news here, even if another Witch or Wizard wandered in as they often did- couldn’t risk being heard by the Muggles now could they? She was wiping down the bar when someone sat down, and she barely looked up as she spoke, “What can I get for ya?” 

Mary heard the news. It was all anything anyone could talk about at work. She was feeling panicked by it, the randomness of it. She needed to go somewhere, walk somewhere, just get away from the talk. She found herself out of the wizarding world and into the muggle world. How strange to call it that, it was her world for eleven years. Running her hand through blonde the small girl found herself in bar. Sitting down she let out huff and sighed. “Whiskey, whatever is cheapest and just make it double please.” Lithe fingers circled the stained wood as she kept her eyes down.

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