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mary macdonald
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Petunia sounds so... pleasant.
If you and James want to come around to our flat, Marls and I will be cooking up a storm! And by that I mean... trying to convince other people to cook up a storm 'cause I'm horrible at it.
Petunia’s already told me that she doesn’t want James to be anywhere near her home ever again… and I’m pretty sure she’s said that she wants to be with mum more. Soo…. I think we’ll be around for the rest of the holidays.
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Mary MacDonald marries Reginald Cattermole following the downfall of Voldemort. When the Order reforms, she does not return due to the births of her three children, Alfred, Ellie, and Maisie.
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The Matriach: Louise MacDonald
The no-nonsense head of the MacDonald household, Louise raised her two children with a gentle but stern demeanor. There was no tomfoolery. If Darcy or Mary had come home with detentions, all hell would have broken loose!
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I don't spend much time against walls so I'm afraid I'm not a good judge of walls. Just... erm... don't pass out and suffocate or anything, yeah?
Shit
Although it’s a lovely wall, and I’m sure you’ll agree, I think I’ll head home. It’s only on the next street.
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Oh, well, it happens.
Do you need help getting home? Or are you going to stay leaning against that wall all night?
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Nah, just got lanky legs.
Ah, yeah! I remember now, i’m a little forgetful.
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... Are you top heavy or something?
I'm Mary. Mary MacDonald... We had potions together one year at Hogwarts.
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*getting back up and leaning on the wall behind him* It’s because i’m over 6ft. I’m fine though, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’m Ian, who’re you?
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Oh... uhm... alright. Do you need some help? You look a little... unsteady.
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Friend? Nah, she wishes.
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Going to all the trouble is my speciality.
Knitting helps me... relax, I guess. Or I'm secretly worried if I ever stop, my Gran will come back to haunt me.
And she was one frightening old bird.
Bloody hell...
Aw, c’mon, love, you don’t have to go to all that trouble. I’m used to Christmas being this way anyway.
[laughs and slips the gloves on] Geez, you’re a knitting machine, aren’t you?
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...Uhm... excuse me... are you alright? You're Dorcas' friend... aren't you?
Shit
drank way too much again.
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No! You can't sit here all alone, its too depressing to think about! We'll have Christmas here and a grand New Years' party once you're well and out.
[Reaching into her bag again]
I was also a little anxious last night after we got the news and couldn't sleep so I knit you gloves, too. Here. Sorry they're not wrapped.
Bloody hell...
[grins and opens the box, immediately putting on the scarf] Mary, love, you’re too good to an old man, y’know that? I’ll be fine, love, I promise. Out and yelling at you again before you know it.
Doubt that’ll fly, love. We’ll do something for New Years’.
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I... I just don't like people getting hurt. Especially when its almost Christmas! Here. [Pulling a box from her bag and handing it to him] I thought you deserved your Christmas present early. I know it gets chilly in here, too.
I'll just have to get Lily to get us approved to have Christmas dinner in your room, I suppose. I'm sure we could fit a table in here...
Bloody hell...
You’re feisty today, aren’t you, love? That’s the sort of mindset we need to win this war! As long as we’ve got you fighting with us we don’t have to worry about those shitheads.
Yeah, through Boxing Day at least.
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Well they wear those ridiculous... masks. Idiots. If you're going to following some deranged, self proclaimed lord, then at least have the guts to show your face.
Are you going to have to be here for Christmas?
Bloody hell...
Oh, nah, didn’t let him get that close. There were some others, too, just didn’t recognize them.
Whoa, okay. [takes the candy] Don’t have to ask me twice.
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Oh no... oh Merlin, you weren't bit, were you?
Eat this. [Shoving Chocolate frog at him] It'll help.
Bloody hell...
You’re the greatest, Mary. This is why you’re my favorite.
Thanks, love. I did…Greyback. Unsurprising.
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[Sigh] Fine. Just don't tell the Healers where you got it, or they'll never let me back in.
... I'm sorry you were attacked. Did you see who it was?
Bloody hell...
And a merry Christmas to you, too, love. [leans up and pecks her cheek]
Aw, c’mon, you can’t torture me forever! I’m dying for a drink here, MacDonald.
#c:moody#WHY DOES EVERYONE IN HER LIFE DIE?#also ignore the stranger in the background#WHO IS THAT?#ahhhhh death eater!
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Here. Also some Bertie Bots and a few other sweets. Here's some magazines, too, and pumpkin juice.
I also brought fire whiskey, but you don't get that because you're in trouble!
Bloody hell...
[winces] You need to work on your bedside manner, love.
Did you now? Oh, you’re a bloody saint. [grins and motions for her to come closer]
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Everyone! Everyone needs both legs! If you're missing one you're... you're... you're lopsided!
Here. I brought you Chocolate Frogs. Not that I'm rewarding your behaviour.
Bloody hell...
Yeah, but that was different. I’m fine, love, I promise. Who needs both legs anyway, eh?
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