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Post by Mary Macdonald on Aug 3, 2011 14:33:19 GMT -6
  Mary loved everything about mornings. She loved the way the sun kissed your bedside as it rose, she loved the way the dew smelt on the grass, she loved the way freshly cooked breakfast tasted on your tongue, and she loved the warmth that engulfed her as she put on a fresh pair of jeans and a new shirt. Saturday mornings were always the best, too. Normal students loved to stay in bed until noon, which meant Mary was left alone everywhere she went. Everything was finally silent in Hogwarts. Needless to say, Mary was definately a morning person.
Lily and Alice had both been asleep when Mary had left their dorm room. Mary was never one to wake anyone up, even if they asked her. Most of the time, she simply set their alarms for them when she woke up, since Alice liked to forget to do this. Mary had always taken care of her friends, ever since their first year and continued to do that even to their seventh year. Mary was used to being a mother figure to others, but not in the sense that Lily was. Mary was the mother that let you do what you wanted, but took care of you in the end, no matter your choice.
Mary had made it down to the Great Hall without seeing a single person or ghost. This already seemed like a good day to her. Since it was the weekend, she wasn't obliged to wear her uniform, which meant she had opted for one of the many muggle outfits Lily had made her buy over the summer. It was a simple pair of dark jeans and a bright yellow shirt that had reminded Mary of a rising sun, one of her favorite things. It was something simple, just like Mary had intended when she had bought it. Lily had wanted Mary to wear something more exotic, but it was just completely out of her comfort zone.
Comfortable and happier than a normal student would be on a Saturday morning, Mary had her complete choice of anywhere to sit at the empty Gryffindor table. There were a few Ravenclaws in the Great Hall, but they seemed to be just like Mary. She took her usual seat and opened up yesterday's daily prophet and began to eat her breakfast. She skipped anything about the oncoming war, not one to want to read who had died recently and who was missing (which meant they were dead, but no one had found their body yet). Mary was a typical hippie type: a lover, not a fighter. That's what she intended to be, even if this impending war did come. |
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Post by James Potter on Aug 5, 2011 0:34:12 GMT -6
JAMES LIAM POTTER [/color]  .  Requesting the presence of Mary Macdonald.
Time: Way too early.
Plot: Who really knows right now?[/right][/size] Head Boy. An exquisite title to have if it meant not carrying the burden of what it entailed. Sadly, that was an impossible wish for anyone, but more so it was an extremely difficult item to overcome for James Potter. Why was he given this opportunity anyway? He hadn't really earned it. Sure, his marks were up to par, but they weren't anything to gawk at. And good behaviour? The only thing good about that was his parents weren't receiving letters home every day by the end of his sixth year as they had been for years and even months prior. He could thing of many more ideal people for the position, his good friend Remus Lupin being one of them. Not only had he been a Prefect for two years before their seventh, but he had a willingness to learn and a keen interest in upholding the rules. That was what a Head Boy should be - certainly not even close to James' description. It was still baffling him. Could popularity really get someone this far? He wondered.
James had trailed off to bed around seven the previous night. He really hadn't wanted to, as Sirius was looking for trouble, but he needed to. It was a very bad internal struggle, but his interest in having energy to carry out his Head Boy duties patrolling the school finally won out. He had to get up at three in the morning to take over for Lily in making sure the kids stayed in bed. Of course, he had poked fun at her and her sleepy state as she stalked off to bed, but she did no more that mumble grumpily at him with some sort of words he probably didn't want to hear. He had exited the Common Room swiftly and begun his nightly patrols, not feeling tired in the least what with getting a steady eight hour sleep. It was a heavy sleep at that. With all of his energy, he had even caught two Slytherins wandering about the second floor aimlessly. It felt good docking points from their House.
Now, though, it was early morning, and he could feel a nap making its way into his mind... he shrugged it off, though, as he headed toward the Great Hall to grab a bite to eat before the other students could get the best pickings. Breakfast was his favourite meal of the day, after all, even if he did usually miss out on it because he was sleeping in before classes started. He yawned out of habit as he entered the large room that held the four tables they all sat at to eat, as well as the professor's table in the back. He expected no one at all to be there, as breakfast had just begun, but as he eyeballed the room, he saw not only a few Ravenclaws knee deep in books, but a dear friend he knew all too well - Mary Macdonald. He had mostly befriended her because she was friends with Lily Evans, but once that reason had worn off, she became a very good friend to him.
He made his way straight to her, almost dashing to take a seat across from her, as if someone else might very well make their way to it and beat him. Everything was, after all, a competition to him. "Anything going on I should know about? Besides the impending doom, that is." James placed both elbows on the table and his chin in both of his palms as he stared at the back of The Daily Prophet. It was all he could see, aside form the top of her head, and he hoped she might be willing to put it down for the sake of a conversation. He hadn't really spoken to anyone, aside from the nagging on the two Slytherins he had caught out and about. And with Mary, conversation was always an adventure. Besides, he loved the possibility of getting a little bit further into Lily's thick skull. What better way to do it than using her friends? [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Macdonald on Aug 5, 2011 14:03:15 GMT -6
Mary was popular by association. Which meant that if she was not around Lily or any Marauder, people thought she was a nobody. Mary tended to prefer to be a nobody. She liked it when people ignored her, when there was not others to judge her, and when no one stared at her, wondering what her conversation was about. It was moments like this in the morning when she was by herself that she felt serene. She was not a nobody, but she wasn't bothered for having the friends she did. Just some peace and quiet.
That was easily ruined when James Potter, a good friend of Mary's, came and sat down opposite of her. Mary would never have guessed that James would ever have gotten up early. As a matter of fact, Remus constantly said how he had to pry the rest of the Marauders out of bed. Maybe James was the one he didn't have to do this to. "Bit early for you, Mr. Potter, don't you think? I assumed the lot of you didn't wake up until class was already in session." Mary set the paper down in front of her and smiled across at James.
James was always easy to talk to. Normally when it came to guys, she was a studdering moron who didn't know the difference between flirting and making things uncomfortable. She normally mixed the two up a fair amount of time. Yet with James, she felt comfortable talking to him about it. She didn't have to worry about if she was supposed to flirt because all James was interested in was Lily Evans, Mary's best mate. There was never any judging on Mary to be done.
Mary slided the paper into James's view at the front page. There was a picture of the entire Puddlemere United team. It stated that Death Eaters had killed their keeper. "Just the usual attacks. Taking out celebrities now." Mary said. Though she hated talking about the fight coming on, she knew that all the Marauders couldn't stop talking about it and how they were going to join it. It probably just brought about another one of James Potter's rants. Sounded far too much like a Lily rant to Mary.
"Oh!" Mary remembered an interesting article she had read, flipping through it quickly to show James. "A ministry official was caught with a stripper. Mind you, he was married." Mary had remembered reading the article and chuckled, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. It seemed people were getting more and more odd by the moment. First these Death Eaters were attacking celebrities who could help them have sway in the public, then dedicated ministry officials were with strippers. The doom really was coming. |
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Post by James Potter on Aug 8, 2011 9:50:12 GMT -6
JAMES LIAM POTTER [/color] . Requesting the presence of Mary Macdonald.
Time: Way too early.
Plot: Who really knows right now?[/right][/size] While James waited for Mary to lower the paper, he grabbed himself a plate and started loading it up with his morning favourites. Fried eggs, toast, and bacon were just some of them to be noted. His stomach was growling, as it usually did when he was around food this early. The food looked fantastic this morning, or maybe it had just been that long since he had gotten up in time to eat it. Picking up his fork, he began diving right in, quickly so that he could back upstairs and take a short nap. He was never allowed to sleep once the Marauders were up, specifically Sirius Black. Though, James was lucky because none of them except Remus ever got up before noon on a Saturday.
Mary had lowered her paper and spoke, but he almost didn't notice. He had almost been too occupied with eating to hear her say anything. In an attempt to be polite, he put a finger up to finish chewing what was in his mouth and then responded. "I had patrol duties last night, or else you know I would still be up there until Remus forced us all to wake up. I'm shocked Peter isn't here, though... I was sure that he came down early to raid the breakfast table before coming back up to bed. It seems I may owe Sirius a few Sickles for that one." He shook his head at the thought of losing a bet to Sirius, mostly because he never let James live things down. Sirius really knew the best way to push his buttons, though that was probably how friends were supposed to work.
Mary always seemed so feeble, but James knew better. Just the way she pushed the newspaper in front of him made her look dainty. He grabbed up the paper and looked at the picture, shaking his head. "What's a guy to do when he can't even play a game of Quidditch without those assholes taking him out? Pathetic." It was a little likely that Puddermore may have caused some sort of problems and been taking out by someone else. Blame was always put on the Death Eaters, regardless of real cause. Muggle deaths that seemed even the least bit suspicious were being spoken of as a Death Eater murder. One would almost feel sorry for them, being blamed by so many murders they may not have committed, but no one really did.
As his thoughts were about to trail off into joining the Order and fighting the forces of evil, Mary had snatched up the paper and started flipping through pages. When she laid it back down, his eyes skimmed the article she had pointed to. "Sad, isn't it? We have all of these murders and all going on, and during her time of chaos, our ministry officials are out running around with strippers. You know what's worse yet? We're actually taking the time to publish this rubbish." He shoved the paper away disgustedly and went back to eating his food. There was nothing he hated more than stupid news, and that was something that the Daily Prophet could have done with that, though he did start chuckling a little at the gull of that man.
James ruffled his hair roughly and finished his plate of food. When he was done, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked back up at Mary. "What are you doing today, Mary?" She didn't like discussing all of the Death Eater antics anyway, and so a change of subject when he could potentially get a little too pissed off for this early in the morning might be a good thing. He took a sip of his pumpkin juice and set it back onto the table. He proceeded to lean back for a big stretch a long yawn. If he didn't get a nap in soon, this was going to be a long day with the other boys... [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Macdonald on Aug 14, 2011 18:48:42 GMT -6
Mary reached across towards James's plate and took a piece of his toast, since he had taken the last bit sitting out. He had plenty for himself as it was, Mary didn't think just a piece would bother him. As she chewed it, she let James study the paper she had just turned for him to see. The toast was coated with butter, nothing that Mary would protest against. She wasn't the type of girl who watched how many calories she ate or how much she put into her stomach. Unlike many girls, Mary rarely cared about her figure or her looks. Its what made her oddly comfortable around boys like James.
Mary studied the Gryffindor table and noticed the two were the only ones sitting at it. "Peter doesn't really come down here that much earlier than the lot of you. Just early enough to beat you by a few minutes to get his favorite food." Mary said, always having been able to note the way people behaved. The Marauders always came into the Great Hall and ate past everything in sight. Peter always came down right before them to get his favorite food before it was mauled by his friends. Mary talked to Peter a few times, but he was almost as shy as she was with starting up conversation.
Mary watched James study the paper and studied his face as he crumbled it up. James was always a fighter, someone who wanted in the action and wanted to be the center of attention. That was the Marauder mentality. Surely, he'd be in the war once he got out of school. Though Mary never had a strong opinion, she knew which side she would take if it came down to it. "They must not have been fans, I suppose." Mary said in an attempt to make a small joke out of such a big topic as the Death Eaters. It was always a subject Mary tried to avoid.
Mary finished off the piece of toast and took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Mary wanted to avoid this conversation, but it seemed inevitable. Plus, she had brought it up herself in showing him the paper, so she had to continue it. "Some people would rather just hide behind their typewriter than face the real world and actually fight. People these days are too afraid to admit their flaws too. A guy could have a fetish for strippers, but rather than get help, he'd rather get caught. People have too much pride." Mary gave James a very knowing look, emphasizing the word 'pride'. James was the king of pride.
Mary looked around the Great Hall again. It was a Saturday morning and Lily had already made her do all of her weekend homework the night before. She thought for a second, squinting at the shining sun above her head and shrugged. "Nothing really. Why?" Mary asked, knowing that James wasn't much for small talk. Maybe he wanted to know what she was doing, probably because that meant Lily was doing it as well. Mary felt sorry for the lad and felt bad that he chased Lily around like a lost puppy. [/blockquote] |
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