#hel: i like racecars and lego cars :3

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she tips her head to the side, eyes wide as she pretends to check mary for injuries. ' oh, i'm sure a crucio is much worse. luckily they didn't go so far. ' a bat of her lashes. ' i'm glad you're well, but i see i must have gotten you at a bad time. i'll be — ' leaving now, she wants to say, but there's another push at her back and she hisses as she stumbles. could everyone calm the fuck down ? they were acting as if someone had been killed. she's forced to stay still, dig her heels in the dirt. she wasn't the most skilled at apparating, so it looked like she'd be stuck here until the crowd ebbed. with mary macdonald. ugh. she might as well fill in the silence. ' what a spectacular way to ruin the day. you'd think they'd value the lead that moving in silence offers, mm ? now we'll have the minister crying on the prophet front page for a week. '

mary knew what the skull and serpent in the sky meant, and she watched as people start to run and take cover but mary couldn't help herself and stare directly at it, almost in a defiant manner. she knew she didn't belong in this world but merlin help her she was going to stand her ground to people that opposed her. when she gets pushed, she is thinking, already? it's like they can sniff out muggleborns. but when she sees that it's helena, she can't help but want to smack the witch in the face. she restrains herself, hand closing a fist around her wand. it's the innocent face that gets her. over the years it laid there whenever their eyes would accidentally lock. the girl that made her hate a place she was meant to call home. "well, a bump is better than a crucio i suppose." she says, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, "too bad that they didn't trample you for good." there was still chaos around them and yet mary never felt so grounded. they wanted to cry, but they wouldn't, never in front of her again, but alone.