it was impossible not to fall in love with mary, really. and not meant in just a romantic way, but her whole being radiated love.
she loved red, and black, and white, and brown, and gold, and you'd never see her without her friends, her anchor in the wilderness of the storm.
she picked a middle name for herself and her siblings. she was her brothers' mother, sister, and friend, and to her sisters, she was everything they aspired to be: loveable, beautiful, and lovely, but fierce, and not afraid to speak her mind.
she always wore bracelets and hair ties around her arms, because merlin knew when she'd want to tie up her hair or when someone (most probably sirius) would come running to her asking for something to put up their hair with.
when she came into the room, there was no way they wouldn't know, because mary macdonald, resembling the sun, was just as bright, giving life to the world, shining bright, and sharing her love.
her lips were red and her fingers long and intertwined with the ones of the people she loved. she was scared of being alone. she was courageous like a lion; kind, maybe just as kind as lily evans (who was the kindest and most beautiful person in the world, in mary's opinion); she loved so loudly and openly, and she was mary macdonald.
and for someone who holds the name of a saint, mary macdonald sure had a devilish grin.
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