“i can do this, i thought. then: and even if i can’t, i have to.”
NAME: Mary Macdonald AGE: 17 HOUSE: Ravenclaw
BIOGRAPHY
Mary Macdonald was born to Grace and Jonathan Macdonald on a chilly December morning, the duo had been a bit concerned right off the bat – the baby girl wasn’t a crier. With their first child, they had let all the horror stories and fears take over - done a bit more research than necessary, definitely preparing for anything and everything and yet what they were pleasantly surprised to find was Mary was a baby with quite the mellow temperament. A girl with a mind of her own and yet respectful – the odd combination still kept her fiercely independent. Her parents didn’t get much time to get caught up with confusion and concern, Mary had shown signs of magic a bit later than normal, just a few days after her tenth birthday – she had realized that she was quite sane and her parents hadn’t hired help to take care of her room. the clothes that were often strewn across the floors of her room had found themselves into her closet on her watch. eyes widening as she watched her jumper fly into the closet, she couldn’t help but shriek and garner her parents attention. They didn’t have to wait too long for answers as a wizard appeared at their doorstep late one afternoon.
Always a passionate researcher, she didn’t hesitate to jump into her new copy of history of magic, she didn’t doubt her position in ravenclaw for a second, what the sorting hat had roared was further validation of what she knew in her heart. The word muggleborn didn’t mean too much to Mary till the politics of the wizarding world seeped into the castle walls – till she had managed to garner Mulciber’s attention. it had all started off quite innocently, or as innocently intimidation could be – glares here and there and then that’s when it started getting out of hand, the occasional shove. Mary Macdonald was not quiet, she was not timid, but she was patient – she herself was trying to understand how something that ran through her veins, a gift that was given to her could instigate so much hate. it all came crashing down the night of the attack – she had gone out to sneak a quick snack and there he was. For the first time, she felt true fear – she could barely breathe as she whipped out her wand and it was all a blur – if she was ever thankful for anything, it was the adrenaline. that rush that urged her to fight back, that need to not bend. Mary Macdonald was no victim and she was not going to let a bully like Mulciber make her out to be one, she left him in the halls – quick to tend to her own wounds. She didn’t speak of that night – she didn’t want to go on record, she had done more damage than he could have possibly inflicted on her and the last thing she needed to fear was expulsion, even it had been self-defence.
It didn’t matter – it was over. That was what she had read in the daily prophet, the war that was threatening to tear down these walls, it was over and what had happened was just an event throughout it. Mary was focused now more than ever to get back to a routine, she didn’t have to worry about the slander, her eyes were now set on her future outside of these walls and trying to find her place in this world.
AESTHETIC
witty puns, soft laughter, denim everything, tattered literature, feminist to her core, adorer of  tulips, brazenly outspoken, hoarder of chocolate frog cards, kind eyes, will take a secret to her grave, friendship is a privilege.
TRAITS
+ Â driven + Â dilligent
- Â overcritical - Â secretive
CONNECTIONS
1. Greta Catchlove Mary struggled with letting people in, it was her signature trait and yet Greta never cared for her icier exterior, that girl was lava and she’d melt away any of her unnecessary aggression. She didn’t have that many friends, but she did consider Greta as irreplaceable.Â
2. Sirius Black He was infuriatingly good – he was the kind of genuine good that mary found frustrating because merlin knew that he came off as a prick. she had needed a laugh, after the incident she was in desperate need of a good laugh and he had satisfied it – the boy had her in hysterics despite herself. he got under her skin, in a good way and she wasn’t sure what to make of it.Â
3. Marlene Mckinnon was the only soul besides herself and mulciber that knew what exactly went down that night. she thought she had been slick, that she could just leave without a single soul knowing what had happened but she had been wrong. she turned to see the girl just simply staring, expression just blank. she knew marlene – she was a slytherin and she could only naturally assume that she wouldn’t be on her side. she was just a muggleborn. mary has been avoiding her like the plague – she had a future to protect and she couldn’t afford to lose it.
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