MACDONALD, Mary Amelia

[Mary Macdonald]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 510px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #B5D147; border-top: 6px solid #B5D147;] Welcome To ALOHOMORA MARY AMELIA MACDONALD i solemnly swear that i am up to no good full name: Mary Amelia Macdonald nicknames: MaryMac, Miss Mary Quite Contrary, Cricket, Mare age and birthday: sixteen, april 7th 1960 year: sixth house: gryffindor bloodstatus: muggleborn code word: Fawkes Tell Us a little about how you look facial structure: Heart shaped face with soft features, nothing too angled or sharp. Blue eyes, and a pale complexion with a spattering of freckles. body structure: She is a girl of average height, willowy and athletic with the structure of a Quidditch player. Though she has curves in the right places. distinguishing features: Mary’s bright flaming red hair and willowy structure are enough to get her noticed, but aside from that she has a way of dressing to catch the eye. face claim: Karen Gillan overall: Mary likes to dress in oversized shirts and wear them as dresses, wear all sorts of wool leggings and boots. Even when it isn’t winter she likes to wear knit hats and scarves, and fingerless gloves. Mary likes to make an impression and have a good time so her style conveys that. She likes to run and play Quidditch so she stays pretty lean, but being scottish she eats quite a bit so though she is in shape she has the right amount of curves. Her hair is long and curly and even though she spends time outside she stays rather pale but when in the son she gets completely dotted in freckles. and then a little about yourself likes: Curry Buns Quidditch Her family Her Ginger Cat Spice Chai Tea dislikes: Silence Stagnation Sitting Still Loneliness That she looks like her mother. boggart: Ending up alone. She makes friends very well and appears a happy and social girl but she fears that she'll end up pushing away the people who love her because she worries they'll leave her first. erised: Mary honestly just wants to be happy. She wants someone she can love who will love her back and live a long happy life. patronus: ~The form of a red fox, conjured by the memory of the first time Mary stepped onto the Scarlet Train. The first time she left the place where she lived, and went home. wand: Oak, Holly, 7 ½ inches swishy personality: Headstrong: Mary was the little girl who used to shake her head at the offer of help to tie her shoes, or get something off a high shelf. She wanted to do it. She never wanted help because she wanted to learn how to do it by herself and that is how she's always been. When she's happy she spreads it around, the big smile on her face and her boisterous laughter lets others know how she's feeling. But when she struggles she struggles alone, no burdening others with sadness or pain. When someone is rude or does something she doesn't like Mary is also not the type to stay quiet about how she feels about it. Opinionated and Independent but with a good heart. Though she prefers to struggle alone, she will never let you suffer by yourself. Energetic : She is a spit-fire, wind her up and she'll go all night. Mary hates to just sit around and do nothing but as a Muggleborn she has to be careful about what she gets up to. Mary is on the Quidditch team at school which is a good outlet for all the pent up energy she has inside. However this is likely to get her in trouble in this day in age so she'll need to be cautious. But what is the fun in that? Quirky: Mary is a bit of an odd duck. On her days off from class she still dresses rather similarly the muggles back home. Over-sized blouses or dress shirts worn as dresses. Tights and worn out boots. Knit scarves and hats when it is cold outside. When she needs to relax she'll sit up in her room and listen to muggle records on her da's old record player. Sometimes she feels like she's an adolescent puppy growing into its grown up paws, stumbling around to find the right rythym. But no one has ever called her boring so she finds that to be a plus. Paranoia: Though Mary tends to be cautious about who she puts her trust in or who she lends her heart to, that paranoia does not transfer to other aspects of her life. She likes to be daring and start arguments over an array of topics just for the hell of it. She has a sarcastic tongue and an arsenal of witty comments that she keeps on hold at all times. But in the end she cares about the people she trusts and those in need of a shoulder to cry on. history your family and such parents: Calene Macdonald, and Elliot Macdonald siblings: Mathias Macdonald 18 current residence: Edinburgh Scotland overall history: ~I was a Little Girl Alone In my Little World~ -Age 5- Dear Momma: We miss you here at our house…Daddy does…and I do… and Matty does too. Daddy is never home so I’m left with Matty and Nanny a lot. Daddy has tried to explain it to me, why you are gone. I don’t understand though, I just want you to come home. Lucille has a Momma, so does Emily…but when they ask where mine is I can’t say anything and Daddy gets upset. I want you to come home, did I do something wrong? Do you not like us anymore? Please tell me Momma I need to know. Love always, Cricket Mary Macdonald was born on April 7th 1960 to Elliot and Calene Macdonald. She was their second child, their first was a boy named Mathias. Mary loved her family, and was incredibly close with her brother, already having the makings of a fine tomboy due to the time she spent tagging along behind him. But her parents didn't mind. She was her Mother’s gem, the one that her mother spoiled out of the two, though she loved them all equally. But a mother/daughter relationship is something that is divine.. Calene and Mary did so much together, though Mary wasn't the most girly girl in the world…she loved spending time with her mother. They would read together, and she would watch her mother knit and play the piano. Her mother would brush her hair and kiss her six times before bed each night…she was even referred to as her mother’s little cricket because in her first days of life she was always chirping for her mother’s attention. When Mary turned six, and Mathias was 8, he started changing. He began showing signs of things that good Christian people didn't believe in....Magic. Her father was shocked and her mother was appalled sending him to Doctors and Psychiatrists to be examined and poked and prodded. They couldn't find anything. Their mother began saying things akin to him being possessed by the devil, and that her only good baby was Mary, but that quickly changed when Mary started showing signs too. Elliot stuck up for them, telling his wife that they were only children...they had a special gift that needed to be kept safe and protected not examined. Her mother was even more horrified when the daughter she did everything with turned out to be a beast too. Elliot’s opinion was not taken into account and once Calene couldn't bear to look at her children any longer... She left. At such a tender age Mary couldn't make head nor tale of why her Mother that she loved so much…was gone. They had been thick as thieves…and yet the last few times her mother looked at her… she could feel the disgust and only longed to know why her mother hated her so much. At only 6, it was impossible to understand why her own mother looked at her as if she was sickened by the fact that she was even related to her. Her small heart was broken…and her father was never the same. ~Who Dreamed of a Little Home For me~ -Age 8- Dear Momma: A man came today…and explained to Daddy what Matty, and I are…He was a tall man with a strange looking beard and weird clothes… He told us that there are other people like us…that well we aren't alone. He told Daddy that there is a whole World full of people like us, that we are special wonderful people who deserve to be treated like we are just the same as everyone else. Matty explained why you left us….Momma I thought you loved me… You called me your cricket.. I understand now that you are scared and you don’t understand what we are. Please rethink this, Daddy loves you and misses you…we all want you to come home.. It’s been three years since I've seen you …Daddy says I have to be strong and take care of myself. But I don’t want to be strong anymore! I want you to come home and be here…and love us… I’ll wait… Love always, Cricket When Calene left, things changed. Mary took it upon herself to take care of Mathias and her Daddy, especially her father once Matty went off to school. . She was little, and yet she wanted to do anything she could to make her family happy again, even though they had been left by the person that was supposed to be there for them and take care of them. She was young yes, but she understood that they must feel as abandoned as she did. Her father must feel even worse. He was never the same after Calene left them...his heart was broken and found it hard to even look at his kids sometimes so he would throw himself into work. But when she turned eight a man came....a man named Albus Dumbledore came and explained to her father that her brother's and her developing powers were not something to be feared. Mary was a witch and Mathias was a wizard ... and there was an entire world full of people them, and that Mathias had been accepted into a school where children like her could be taught to use and control their powers.. And no doubt when Mary were eleven she would be off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mary was sad that her brother would be away from her for most of the year for a couple years until she was old enough to go too, but she was proud of them nonetheless. They would be off to be among people who would no doubt want to be friends and not judge them. Mary spent her days dreaming of when she'd be off to Hogwarts too. ~Who Dreamed of a Little Home For me~ -Age 11- Dear Mum: So you called last week...Da told me you called. He wouldn't tell me why you called but I walked in when he was talking to you... He was yelling at you, which makes sense. He's mad at you, he's been mad at you for so long now that it is almost painful to recount times before he was. I'm Eleven Mum.. Eleven.. and that place I told you about in the last letter, well it exists and I'm going. Mathias has been there for two years and he is learning a lot...and I'm so proud.. Mum I forget the last time you proud of anything...but that’s not saying much considering you've never responded to a single one of these letters. Da asked me why I write to you still, he told me you don't want to hear from me...and well his bluntness doesn't hurt because I understand it. I'm different now. I'm not the person i used to be, I'm not naive or worried about when you are coming home because I know now you aren't coming home... I gave up on that and I don't think I could change my own mind if I wanted to. My heart is too full, and I think I'm ready to meet people who are going to like me for who I am, because it hurts to know that even my own mother doesn't like me. And yet... I write these still because I hope that one day I'll get one from you saying you were wrong... So I still wait.. Thinking of You ~Cricket Mary went to Hogwarts at eleven...And she had never been happier. She missed her father of course but she was going to be with people who understood her and wanted her to be their friend. There were even sports here where she could get all her energy out, and from what had been explained... the sports were in the air on a broom! When she entered the great hall she took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was going to come next. As she entered the Great Hall, a wave of electric air hit her...and for the first time in awhile...she felt like she was home. Everything after that was a blur, she was sorted into an array of children that were considered to be Noble and brave. The house of the red and the Gold, the same house her brother had been sorted into… And nothing could have made her more ecstatic. Mary perked up quickly as she joined a house full of new people for her to get to know. Finally she had people to talk to and spend her time with besides her father and brother. Not to mention having her brother in house was certainly helpful as well. He introduced her to his friends and made sure she was comfortable and not being picked on. The next few years would prove to be some of the best of her life, and she just absolutely could not wait for them to begin. Quickly enough, Mary found that it was easier for her to make friends with the boys in her house than the girls. They were funny, and because she had been raised by her father and her brother for the most part they had more stuff in common, and more stuff to talk about than she did with girls. Because she hadn't seen her mother since she was 6 , she didn't really know how girls her age worked…what they liked really, Mary had always been very physical activity/Sports/Games oriented instead of dolls and dress up. It was only natural that the amount of guy friends she gained outweighed the girl friends. ~I Played Pretend Between the Trees~ Time at Hogwarts continued, the years going by pretty fast. She made close friends with many people in her house due to her fiery personality and witty sarcasm. She could honestly say that for the first time in a very long time she was happy... incredibly and honestly happy. She joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team in her third year at Hogwarts , becoming one of the guys and a fierce teammate and competitor. She found she had a pretty wicked talent with a broom. Mary also enjoyed the wide array of classes offered at Hogwarts, learning she was exceptionally good at subjects like charms, muggle studies (naturally), and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her favorite being DADA, though the prospect at the time of battling dark wizards slightly frightened her she loved the thrill it brought and knew that she wanted to learn as much as she could about the subject. She was average at Potions, and History of Magic bored her, but she did her best and tried to enjoy every second of it. There were only a few girls Mary actually hung around with, girls in her house and grade. They were sweet girls, and incredibly smart so they could all study together. Mary enjoyed reading in her spare time at Hogwarts, and hanging around in the common room with her friends. She was relatively good in most of her classes, so she didn't have to struggle to keep up and keep her place on the Quidditch team. She even had a couple boyfriends, guys from the team and other little flings. Though....one always knows that perfect things don't last forever. When Mary’s Fourth year at Hogwarts had rolled around she had grown into quite the fiery and outgoing young lady. Always speaking her mind and not caring who heard her. This did not sit well with a good percentage of the Slytherins who commissioned Mulciber to put her in her place. Needless to say even though she managed to fight back a bit she was unable to beat him and woke up battered and half dead in the hospital wing. It was hard for her to shake that off but Mary’s spirits could hardly be broken. Instead it strengthened her resolve and made her even more fiery than before. This was about the time she began thinking about what she would do once school was over, but for now she was going to focus on getting through school…her guard always up and ready now. (Future Event) February 6th, 1977 -Age 16- -Dear Calene; I know you are never going to respond to a single damn one of these letters but I hope to God that this reaches you. You selfish...awful woman... You left me and MY family when I was six years old. We did everything we could to get over you leaving us alone...and heartbroken.. And we got by, Happily in fact....but every day that Daddy was alone while I was at school I knew it tore him up that you weren't there... That you weren't there to be with him...to be proud of us.. to love him still as you promised you would always. Daddy...passed away on February 4th....he had a heart attack and because I was away at school and Mathias was working... no one was there to help him and he died. I forgave you a long time ago for looking at us like you were ashamed...or frightened. I forgave the fact that you never responded to a single one of these letters. But I will never forgive the fact that you weren't there for my Dad...that you left him alone to deal with everything, and that even though we were helping him...it was still too much.. You abandoned the people that cared about you and Daddy died alone because no one was there to take care of him. I will always blame you for that.. I've tried so many times to forgive you... but I will never ever forgive you! I can't even write this letter without shaking I'm so upset. You know...that I would never wish you harm, I'm not that kind of person. But this time, I honestly hope that you get what is coming to you. I hope that you live with this feeling for the rest of your life... Don't expect one of these letters ever again... It took me ten years to figure it out.. but I'm done.. and you're worthless. ~Mary Macdonald now for the person behind the character alias: bubbles experience: 6 years where'd you find us?: Other site anything to add?: lastly the roleplay sample Mary looked steadily into her own eyes as her reflection in the shiny surface of the puddle gazed back at her. She’d never realized before how much she honestly looked like her father, though she didn’t spend a lot of time in front of a mirror in the first place. She found she had the same slender, slightly crooked nose; pale Irish skin blotched with spatterings of freckles. Her lips though, curved normally into a dim smirk were just like her mother’s. Though she couldn’t quite recall what it looked or felt like to see that woman smile or anything similar to it. And as Mary’s own lips curved into a frown in remembrance it was if looking at her mother once more. She recalled a time once when her pictures had been compared side by side to pictures of the very former Mrs. Macdonald when she was a child. They had the same mess of curly ginger hair that could never really seem to do what you wanted it to. And now just peering into the surface of the puddle she knew the similarities were sadly very plain and clear to observe. The thought angered her a tad and in return she shattered the image with the heel of her boot, distorting her duplicate’s face and sending the small shocks of red that had formerly been hair rippling towards the outer edges of the puddle itself. Mary crossed her arms under the light swell of her chest and felt the heartbeat through the thin material of her sweater. Why was she out here again? She’d almost forgotten…patrol with Fabian. If he would ever show up that was. Albus Dumbledore was madder than she had previously believed for even thinking to put the two of them together on Patrol. Mary and Fabian fought like an abusive old married couple and everyone in the order knew this. She picked and prodded at his failures, while he pointed out her most glaring flaws, nearly coming to hexes or blows each time. It was honestly a foolish thing to even imagine them spending any more than the required time together. However many thought that these arguments and prolonged bickering between the two were signs of sexual tension. Mary scoffed at this assumption because in truth it was heinous to even think about them doing anything together but patrolling or nearly killing one another so she didn’t dwell on it. At one time she thought perhaps maybe they could…in fact she still thought that way sometimes but would never in a million and one years even think to express it to anyone else but the voices inside of her head. Of which there were many. In any case the boy was late and she was getting exceedingly antsy. In her mind he had no thought in his mind for anyone else but himself the arrogant sot and she would be damned if she waited here like a puppy for its master longer than she had agreed. Eventually she would call someone else in and continue patrol without him. It was the simplest solution at this point. Finally there were footsteps heard behind her and she whipped around to see him a scowl replacing the near constant smirk. “Well look who is late! I’m so surprised,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

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