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            “you mean you didn’t come all this way just to see me?” mary clicks her tongue, shaking her head in faux disappointment at the potter before her. the witch was no stranger to the dmle workers that came in and out of ollivander’s on occasion, needing his expertise during various cases. it was an entirely different story though when her friends and comrades started coming to her instead. typically it ended in her putting her ass on the line by going through garrick’s customer records to find who owned whatever wand they got their hands on, but it was useful nonetheless. “what do you need help with?” // @goinstag

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          “indulge me for a second, please?” mary insists as she walks with frank, a dripping ice-cream cone in hand. “now i’m not saying it’s a one-hundred-percent-confirmed-non debatable-fact that auror bulstrode is a vampire, but like . . . i am saying he seems suspect. you definitely should look into what shady shit he has stashed in his desk. blood? maybe so.” // @franksbottom

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baroline + dances

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prewett, gideon.

“we should go out.” the door had barely opened fully when he blurted the words. his last few weeks had been- a lot. overflowing with emotional energy and out of character angst. the fight with marlene, a mission to get away, his getting back the day before just to seek marlene out again. and leaving that apartment with acceptance, new resolve to live his life without her in it. fulfilling promises to molly and alastor and everyone who believed in him- to finally grow up and move forward. 

which is what brought him to mary macdonald’s door. the two had always had a connection. their friendship one of the easiest things in his life. and when he laid on his bed the day before, staring at the ceiling, he pondered what this new future could look like. mary’s goading alastor sprang into his mind, her climbing a bridge and yelling at extremists. standing outside her apartment, he grinned fully for the first time in over a week. “we should go out,” he repeated.

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            several loud, certain knocks from the front door echoed throughout the flat --- typically em or tia would answer the door, but with the two of them off at work, mary was left to fend for herself. so after it went on for a few more moments the dark-haired witch put down the paint brush in her grasp and padded out to the living area of her flat, practically swimming in an oversized paint-stained shirt with various dark shades smudged on her hands. perhaps even mary’s attempts at a ‘quiet night in’ weren’t intended to be that, well, quiet. she pauses to stop the record spinning, a final sharp scratch coming from the player before she opens the door. and then --- we should go out. 

            mary barely had time to register who it was --- gideon --- though eyebrows raise curiously as he repeats himself. she couldn’t say she hadn’t considered the concept before, but having gideon at her doorstep presenting the opportunity with that wide grin of his was a different story. a smile quirks at her lips. “i have this theory,” mary begins instead of answering his declaration, “that brownies make any visit even better. get your ass in here, prewett.” she steps aside, pushing the door shut once he’s inside. mary moves toward the kitchen then, with a certain expectancy that he’d be following. “now i know i’m a lot more exciting than the girls at the pubs uptown, but can’t blame me for being curious about why yer’ asking now.” there’s a playful spark in her eyes as she wags her brows. “make me an offer i can’t refuse, gid.”

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Rip: if you have any questions, just ask.

Sara: if a bear and a shark got into a fight who would win

Rip: if you have any relevant questions, just ask.

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buffy summers + favorite scenes

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current mood: that ridiculous scream r2d2 does when something shitty happens to him

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jones, hestia.

          ‘ MAYBE i’m dull but i think it would actually be really interesting to see what goes on behind the curtain at ollivander’s. all the different wands and sort ? probably really wicked. ’ tia mused out loud as she leaned against the counter, popping a peanut into her mouth.

          “it’s all fun and games until someone handles a wand wrong and blasts off their own eyebrows. someone being me, last week. hawthorn wands are dicks.” mary flicks her curled straw wrapper snake at hestia with a bright smile. “how y’been, tia, can’t believe it takes a fuckin’ snow storm for us to see each other.”

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          “i’m not fighting fer’ the originality award, i’m being honest,” she tells em with a wave of her free hand before taking another drink. “old man ollivander’s a genius, don’t get me wrong, but being stuck with the man in the middle of a blizzard? it would give him yet another excuse to dive into the oh-so fascinating and scintillating history of birch wood. or go off on another tangent about an obscure, hermit romanian wandmaker that apparently wronged him so many eons ago. things so dull that even a girl who loves history and nosing in other peoples’ drama is bored to death.”

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          “ IF I’M GONNA BE STUCK ANYWHERE --- ” mary starts as she lifts her drink in a playful toast. “i’m damn glad it’s here. rather be snowed in somewhere with food and a good drink than the back room of ollivander’s.”

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potter, lily.

❝ we don’t even know if it’s a boy yet!! ❞ little outbursts of laughter sputtered from lily’s throat, arms resting on her waist as she playfully scolded her best friend. it was hard to keep a straight face when mary acted so passionately at the topic of the upcoming addition to the potter family, and lily was nothing short of glad the woman was almost as enthusiastic as herself. having mary to confide in during her pregnancy was something lily would forever be grateful for, such support being more than welcomed. ❝ besides, do you really think i’d let my child have an anything-but-awesome name?? ❞ the fake frown that accompanied her words only lasted a few seconds, easily fading as a smile made its way through, crinkling green eyes in a fashion that was characteristic of her whenever around mary. ❝ james and sirius simply insist on calling it elvendork, ❞ ‘it’s unisex!’ she could almost hear her husband and his best friend yell in her ears. ❝ but i suppose it’s safe to say that is not an option. i’ve come up with only a few names myself. daniel, after my dad. thomas, maybe oliver. oooh, how ‘bout han solo potter?! has a ring to it, huh?? ❞

             mary concedes to that with a nod, though a grin blooms as her best friend laughs. “fine, you’re right. but let it be known that i always guessed the gender right when my younger siblings were born!” granted, she only had two and they were identical twins, so that really left her record at one for one. which lily surely was aware of, but mary ran with the claim anyway. she licks the frosting off her finger as the redhead speaks, laughing when she mentions elvendork. “makes it sound like you’re about to give birth to an animated dragon.” mary hops onto a clean section of the kitchen counter while they wait for the oven to count down the minutes until the cupcakes finish baking. “daniel’s cute, oliver is even better. han sure as hell suits any kid of james’. wait --- luke skylar potter for a boy, leia olivia potter for a girl.” she’s only half-joking as she wags her eyebrows at lily. “by the way, all those suggestions were boy names, miss we don’t know what we’re having.”

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prewett, gideon.

“and here i thought you liked me…macattack.” he waggled his eyebrows. what a brilliant nickname. “just, tell me one thing, how can i too become a super man?” his eyes sought out the newly elevated girl. tempted to follow her lead just to maintain the height difference- pissing her off. and he laughed, excitement brimming because mary always had the answer he wanted to hear. “now that sounds like a proposition that will end with my maiming.” his hand rubbed the back of his neck. “i think we can both agree i’m too pretty for that sort of violence.”

upon reaching the bridge, he scrabbled up the side the muggle way. all knees and potential scrapes. anchoring himself to the support beam- ready to extend a hand if the smaller girl needed. his hooked legs also ensuring he’d stay put lest she decide to push him in the water. 

          "maybe i’d like you better if you came up with good nicknames,” she teases, shoving lightly at his shoulder. mary then raises a hand to her chin, one finger tapping her lips as she pretends to eye gideon. “you already check some of the superman boxes, but something tells me you aren’t sent from another planet. tragic, truly.” the first wall ends and feeds into another a few inches taller; she doesn’t jump off, simply hops up to the next ledge. “if anyone asks,” mary starts, tone playful, “you brought it up first.” the wall ends completely this time, offering a view of the car lights sparking off the river as they cross the bridge. a galaxy of its own.

          she steps off and drops to land easily on her feet --- and minutes later gideon has reached the ledge above, with mary a few steps behind. it was high enough to provide a new perspective of london, but not so high that they’d be posing a risk to themselves were they to slip. just enough to be interesting. she reaches out to grasp a vertical support, using it as leverage to step onto the slightly-rusted and aged beam next to him. mary feels her heart rush to her throat when she looks down. memories of cliff-diving play somewhere in her mind, reminders of the times she watched her mother leap off an edge as though teasing life and death. her dad always followed moments behind with a howl --- two wolves, teaching their pack of pups to never be afraid. 

          finally, mary breathes and looks back over at gideon. she shoves her bout of homesickness somewhere deep, a ghost of a smile instead replacing it. “ever consider going bungee jumping?”

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                                           imacdonald has created a new playlist.

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Question: How does a girl who falls, no, actually, she jumps eyes open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos, come out the other end unchanged? The answer: she doesn’t.

Stacy in Little Black Book (2004)

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#drunk children