#{thread:mary}

Grease dripped from the paper bag onto the floor as Mary hurried in the door, but she didn’t make any move to clean it up. Not yet. The blonde was starving. 

Her stomach had been growling for hours, but where she’d wanted to sink her teeth into a juicy burger from the get-go, she figured her boys wouldn’t mind some food. Especially Dean. And so she had continued the trek back to the bunker, pausing only to grab the burgers --and a salad for Sam-- from the drive-in closest to her home for the time being. 

“I brought dinner,” she announced as soon as soon as she spotted her oldest son. Looking around the room and seeing no one else, she added in a confused tone of voice. “Where’s Sam?” 

Mary was getting used to seeing her youngest at the table with his nose in a book or eyes glued to a computer screen. Maybe he was in his bedroom. She’d go check later. 

Despite the gut-wrenching feeling plaguing her, she tried to keep her voice as even and calm as possible in her attempt to offer her son some comfort. Still, Mary couldn’t meet his eye as the words fell with a deliberate slowness from her lips. 

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Mary glanced at her own reflection in the window of the car parked right outside the local diner. Pausing at the sight of her hair, she quickly flattened the part which had gotten messed up during the fight. The blonde hoped she didn’t smell like burning flesh anymore, but she couldn’t tell herself --not with the way the stench was branded in her brain and nose. It was hard to smell anything else and it would probably take several days for that to clear up. 

Rummaging through her little bag, she quickly found the small bottle of sample perfume and sprinkled it on eagerly. That should do the trick, she thought as she smiled at her reflection and nodded to herself in encouragement. She could do this. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the entrance of the diner and pushed open the door. It was now or never. Mary just hoped everything would turn out well. She’d been looking forward to this date for days now. And it wasn’t like she had many opportunities to do something normal. Mary really CRAVED normalcy. And John looked like a perfectly normal AND incredibly handsome guy at the same time. The blonde felt like the luckiest girl alive to be asked out by him. 

“Dean is strong. You both are, but I’ve seen what Michael can do...” 

A new school year was approaching and Mary was ecstatic to be on her way back to Hogwarts. Her entire summer was filled with classes for muggle studies (and no, not the same class that taught clueless purebloods how muggles lived their lives). Magic wasn’t the kind of thing her parents wanted her to get into, they didn’t want her to have absolutely no knowledge when it came to math and science and all the other courses that were taught in muggle schools. She understood where her parents were coming from but at the same time, it was painful to spend nearly her entire summer being home schooled by a tutor when she wasn’t planning on getting a muggle job once school was over.

The best part of her break was the letters from her friends, reminding her that the outside world of magic existed and that she was part of it. As always her friends kept in touch as well as the newest friend she made at the end of the year, Daisy. Mary felt the most eager to read Daisy’s letters whenever she got them and took a lot of time out of her day to make sure her response was perfect. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship by saying something weird or dumb! She already passed that point with the rest of her friends and she wasn’t used to figuring out what to do around new friends but she tried her hardest.

It went well enough that they planned to meet up at Diagon Alley to pick up this years list of requirements. The place was bustling as always, but between the other students and the locals doing their daily shopping, Mary was able to find Daisy in the crowd as she approached their agreed upon meeting point. “Hey! Daisy over here!” she called out, waving excitedly to the other girl, pulling her into a hug when she came over. “It’s great to see you, you haven’t picked up anything yet, have you?”

Mary had gotten herself into a whole lot of trouble. She didn’t ask for it but she wasn’t one to step down to a cocky blood purist who thought they were better than her just because she had no magical background. Mulciber had started it, making comments that made her anger boil up in her chest, the urge to punch him in his smug face was impossible to ignore. She held back though, simply telling him to bugger off before she did indeed fight back.

Then while her back was turned he shouted out a curse she had never heard of before as she walked away. Immediately, she felt the pain that it caused as it sliced through her skin as if a sword was cutting deep into her body. Her shrieks of pain were echoing through the corridor and she wondered how it was possible nobody was around to hear her. She was panting as she fell to the ground unsure of what to do about her situation, but she saw the blood seeping through her clothes and she honestly did not believe she was going to survive this evening.

All of a sudden Mulciber was leaning in close over her bleeding body, using his wand to burn his name into her skin. Mary was fading in and out during the entire torturous moment, crying out for help, for him to please stop any time she was conscious. She didn’t understand what had driven him to go so far, besides her existence but she was prepared to end up found by Mrs. Norris the next morning.