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@andrcmvdas said: ✔ [ for my muse to respond to praise from yours ]

date: august 24th  location: the tonks home mary always took compliments well - with a flourish of thank you’s to whoever gave them and with an extra bit of pep in her step for the rest of the day. but this time, it felt a little different. tension was constantly thick in the air and to be told she was doing things well from someone as highly respected as andromeda tonks... well, mary couldn’t help the flush that rose on her cheeks and the surprise that was evident in her eyes.  “really?” she hadn’t thought she was notably well together by any means. “oh, uh, thank you, andromeda.” she ducked her head a little. “you’re... you’re really sweet. and... i’ve been wanting to say you’re incredibly brave too.” 

#andrcmvdas #( andromeda. ) #( answered. )

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@warwrittens said: ✂ or ✉ !                     ✉  for my muse to write a letter to yours 

lily!  i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. you’re always so busy these days. i mean, i’ve been busy too. i’m actually at work while i’m writing this - but don’t tell anyone. i’m just pretending to look busy. we really need to hang out soon. you know i might as well replace my front door with a revolving one with how many people i have going in and out all the time. but i don’t mind. i like the company.  maybe we could gather up the gryffindor girls again? have a sleepover at my place or something? i know things haven’t been easy, and i can’t imagine you’ve been having an easy time with james after what happened but... i think a break would do us all a little bit of good, yeah?  let me know soon, okay?  love you!  mary

#warwrittens #( lily. )

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@quillstm said: ♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours

date: august 24th location: order hq mary held very little reservations about being affectionate with her friends - and while rita being considered a friend was a fairly new development, she treated her the same nonetheless.  it was after the orders latest meeting - and while lounging around after the meeting, mary did the ever so simple act of tucking her head on rita’s shoulder. her eyes slipping shut for a moment as mary let out a sigh. “i’m exhausted.” she decided with a little hum. she stretched her legs out in front of her. “how are you doing?”

#quillstm #( answered. )

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Send a symbol for the following:

™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else ✔ - for my muse to respond to praise from yours ✗ - for my muse to respond to being scolded or punished by yours ♠ - for my muse to forcibly restrain yours ♢ - for my muse to introduce yours to a family member ♖ - for my muse to submit to or obey your muse’s orders Ұ - for my muse to comfort yours after witnessing an emotional meltdown ✺ - for my muse to help yours get through a frightening situation ✤ - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare ✞ - for my muse to talk about somebody’s death ✉ - for my muse to write a letter/send an email to yours ✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger ¿ - for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question ♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours ღ - for my muse to express verbal affection for yours ♬ - for my muse to hum or sing to calm yours down

Add ‘reverse’ to switch our muses’ positions. e.g. send ‘✤ reverse’ for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare, or ‘¿ reverse’ plus a question to ask it of my muse.

#hell yeah #( memes. )

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clara

date & time: august 18th, 8:57pm. location: clara’s flat ( london ). availability: closed ( @ofmuggleblood ).

Clara didn’t want to brag, but if anyone was a master at keeping spirits up during such a dark time, it was her. She saw no reason not to cling to whatever semblance of normal life she could — didn’t they owe it to themselves? Not everyone agreed with her, of course, but she was glad that at least Mary did. 

Her flat was a right mess: clothes and magazines scattered about, camera equipment taking up the entire coffee table, makeup surrounding the spot where she and Mary sat face-to-face on the shag carpet. An open bottle of red wine rested right next to them, Clara completely oblivious to the danger of leaving it there as she got to work. 

“Would you hold still,” Clara chided playfully as she stroked eyeliner onto Mary’s lid with the utmost caution and care. “I can’t get it right if you’re moving around, can I?”

it was the nights like these, always with clara, that mary felt the safest. there was something that left her feeling untouchable while she was in her presence, basking in the warm buzz of alcohol, and pretending they weren’t in the midst of a war and just having fun.  “but claaaara,” mary whined, but obediently kept her head still in any case - eyes lightly while clara worked on her makeup. they were going to spend the rest of the night in, and mary would undoubtedly wake up to find makeup smeared over her face and on clara’s bedsheets - but it was worth it, they had both decided many nights before this one. “it’s so hard to stay still when elton’s on.” the music was provided by mary. her muggle heritage including a passion for the latest muggle artists - among her favourites at the moment was elton john.  “i wanna dance with you.” 

#( clara. )

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dorcas

her knuckles are white, clenched around the knife she hadn’t let go of for hours. she thinks, if she was to unfold her hand now, the hilt would have left engravings across her palm with how tight she’d been holding onto it, regardless of how slippery the rain was making it. 

the thing is. the thing is, dorcas didn’t go on missions on the battlefield on the regular, because that was a place for magic and all she had were her knives and her fists. maybe her shotgun, but it’s hard to use it when everything in sight were flashing lights; it’s not as quick in lining it up and firing than a flick of the wrist. dorcas didn’t go on missions often, but when she did, she could hold her own - she just ended up more injured than others for it. what’s going to stop a slicing hex thrown her way? NOT a shield charm she couldn’t cast, only good old-fashioned ducking. when she made the battle plans to go in, she put herself at the back, and it’s not because of the fear – no, dorcas ran off logic, first and foremost, and she put herself towards the back because she’s the last line of defence. because when it came down to it, no matter how painful it was to admit, she couldn’t throw knifes as well as others could throw a stunning spell.

this was meant to be simpler; her job was to just get the muggles out whilst everyone was still fighting. and she had, she’d just taken a purple light to the arm and a stray piece of debris to the end, but she’d got them out for dumbledore so he could all portkey them back.

“i don’t feel good,” she admitted when he asked, so he tapped her out of the mission once she was done. she shoved her hand inside her boot where she kept her own spare portkeys for things like this, and ended up at mary macdonald’s door minutes later.

“sorry,” she says immediately, and tries not to lean heavily against mary as they walk to the kitchen. she can feel the spot where she was hit on the temple throbbing badly and blinks a few times. there’s a hundred things running through her brain, but it’s all clouded and fuzzy. “hey, remind me to make another emergency portkey for here now that i’ve used this one.”

“don’t be sorry-” mary wasn’t going to have any of that. the first thing she did was rush off to get dorcas a towel, draping it over her shoulders and gently drying off her face. “is it just your head?” she asked carefully - it was hard to tell if and where there were any other injuries going on given the darkness.  taking another towel, she dampened it with warm water, pressing it carefully to the wound on her temple - watching dorcas’ expression carefully. she didn’t want to hurt her after all.  “i’ll make sure you get one.” mary promised, with regards to the portkey. she always tried to stay on top of that for dorcas in particular. “i take it you’re going to be staying here tonight?” the cabin had three guest bedrooms which were constantly rotating with members of the order. all of them happened to be empty this evening, which meant dorcas would have her pick of beds. 

#( dorcas. )

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“...didn’t know where else to go...” ( dealers choice! alastor or edgar ) // @accioedgar

location: mary macdonald’s cabin  date: august 19th

after the mess of the last few days, mary was more on edge than usual. every creak or groan that came with the shifting of the old wood in her cabin left her stiffening - a shiver running down her back. the worst sound to hear was the pop! of apparation. no one but the order knew of the cabin's location ( that information was forcibly taken from the minds of her muggle family, purely for their own safety ) but if it had somehow gotten loose...  the storm had rolled in later in the evening, which almost covered the sound of the apparation. at first, mary tried to convince herself that she had just imagined the noise. with the cracks of lightning and deep rumbles of thunder, it would be an easy mistake to make, wouldn’t it?  but the sound of a knock on the door wasn’t so easy to brush off.  it wasn’t like it was uncommon for members of the order to stumble up to her cottage at all hours, but every time she was flooded with fear. more than once she had woken up from a nightmare where she had opened the door and mulciber was standing on the other side.  she could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, shaking hands undoing the first lock on the door - a deadbolt. leaving the chain in place. carefully, she opened it enough to peek out, and relaxed at the sight of edgar on the other side. “sorry.” she told him quietly, shutting the door to unlock the chain before opening it fully. then, she took in his appearance - he certainly wasn’t looking well. 

“merlin, edgar.” her arm was offered out towards him, guiding him into the home. “are... are you alright?” the sight of the blood made her a little nauseous.  

#( edgar. ) #( answered. )

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“...didn’t know where else to go...” ( @meanttofall / dorcas ! )

the rain was coming down HARD - cracks of thunder rolling in from the distance, tailing after the bright flashes of lightning which illuminated the cabin. mary noted to get the wiring in the cottage updated sometime soon, as any spot of rain seemed to leave her without power. because of this, she had formed an extensive collection of candles which was certainly being used to full effect now.  she had expected this to be an evening by herself. curled up with a book and some snacks as she listened to the rain before eventually retiring to bed. she almost didn’t hear the sound of a knock on her door over the pounding of the rain.  she was cautious as she stood to answer. holding an innate fear of being alone. she knew her position with the order put her at risk - if someone were to find out... her grip on her wand was tight - knuckles coloured white as she approached the door. maybe she should get herself a peephole as well.  she took a breath, bracing herself for a fight as she carefully pulled the door open. dorcas, familiar and safe, stood on the other side - soaked to the bone and with a hint of blood dripping down her cheek. i didn’t know where else to go. maybe it was too trusting of her, but mary practically flung the door open to invite her in. shutting the door tightly and pulling both the deadbolt and the chain lock shut behind them. “dorcas, you scared the shit out of me.” mary pushed a hand through her hair. “are you okay? what happened?” guiding her by the elbow, mary lead her to the kitchen, forcing her to sit down at the table. “how bad is it?” she referred to the cut on dorcas’ face. 

#( dorcas. ) #( date: aug. 19 ) #( answered. )

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send “...didn’t know where else to go...”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

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rita

date  &  time  :  august  18th  ,  9 : 30  am  .  located  :  hq  .

        despite  her  knack  for  always  appearing  in  the  right  place  at  the  right  time  ,  rita  was  starting  to  think  that  ALL  she  did  was  stumble  upon  something  wrong  within  the  order  .  she  had  been  ordered  out  of  a  meeting  ,  humiliation  turning  her  cheeks  pink  .  go  fetch  some  supplies  ,  they  said  !  it  would  be  easy  ,  they  said  !  this  merlin  forsaken  bag  of  food  and  supplies  weighed  forty  pounds  .  they  didn't  trust  her  .  that  was  fine  .  but  she  didn't  think  she  deserved  to  be  doing  their  grunt  work  .  (  would  she  be  complaining  about  her  penance  when  the  nightmares  came  tonight  ?  )  

        sweat  adheres  to  her  brow  ,  she  lugs  the  bag  of  bricks  into  the  foyer  ,  snapped  heel  floating  behind  her  ,  footing  uneven  . her  muggle  pretense  dropping  as  soon  as  she  had  slammed  the  door  behind  her  .  she  is  greeted  by  silence  .  brow  set  ,  a  heavy  breath  :  she  heaves  the  bag  further  inside  .  some  prospective  onlookers  might  wonder  why  she  isn't  using  magic  to  levitate  it  into  the  kitchen  .  but  rita  is  so  angry  ,  hot  ,  tired  ,  and  humiliated  that  the  thought  hadn't  even  occurred  .  spitefully  ,  she  kicks  the  bag  ,  flour  puffing  onto  the  bottom  of  her  designer  skirt  .  ‘  you  stupid  sack  ,  '  baleful  ,  she  tries  again  to  haul  it  into  the  kitchen  .  defeat  is  imminent  .  and  since  she  thinks  she's  alone  ,  rita  flops  onto  the  ground  ,  attempting  to  catch  her  breath  .

it was hard to ignore her with the racket rita was making. paperwork seemed to follow her everywhere ---- always having some form to fill out, a letter to write, something to proofread, when her superiors claimed to not have the time. mary didn’t want to doubt them, but it was getting increasingly difficult to wonder if they were only taking advantage. unfortunately, her position was important - there was no way she could say no.

but that didn’t mean she was unwilling to take a break from the menial work of editing a letter to be sent to the minister of macusa later that day. she still had hours to work on it, after all. she had been sitting in the kitchen, pored over the dining table, before she got up to poke her head out into the hallway. nose scrunched and brows furrowed as she took in the sight before her. 

                                        “you look like you could use a hand.” 

she stepped out fully, smoothing her hands over her dress as she leaned down to pick up the bottom of the flour bag. “think you could grab the top?” some muggle habits were hard to break. magic, in situations like these, was scarcely her first thought. 

#( rita. ) #ugh can i just say.................. i love her???

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and after a very long ( but very fun day !! ) here it is at LAST ! mary’s introduction post ! 

war   has   ravaged   us   all,   but   mary macdonald   remains.   the twenty-two year  old assistant in the dept. of international magical cooperation has   aligned   themselves   with   the  ORDER   to  seek justice and to protect others like her.   they   offer  connections to other ministries, a safe house, and a knack for charms.  they   are   said   to   be  loyal,   passionate,   and   resolute  as   well   as   vain,   garrulous,   and  short-tempered .   even   still,   when   you   think   of   them,   you   are   reminded   of   :  a room with an unmade beds, skirts freshly pleated, records, books, and papers stacked on every surface. the scent of rose perfume faint in the air. the need to look over your shoulder even when you are all alone. a scream constantly resting in your throat. a fear forced upon you, and a desperation to return to who you were before.  perhaps   that   too   will   fade.

born to a muggle family in a quiet scottish farming community, mary always wanted to be something bigger. 

her parents, josephine & charles, were both freelance journalists which allowed them to mostly work from home, aside from the odd travelling for an interview or a lead. 

mary, however, grew a distaste for the quiet life. she wanted noise. the city. the lights. to be someone important. to be in the spotlight. 

that was a childs dream, however, and as she got older her desires would change and evolve. 

 during her youth, she didn’t have a solid idea of what she wanted to do - only that she wanted to be important, and that was all. she got her first real touch of that feeling when she first found out she was a witch. 

she felt special. 

a normal ‘muggle’ (as the word was only then introduced to her) somehow was born with magic coursing through her. 

her visit to diagon alley was amazing - buying her robes, her books (plus many books she didn’t really need), and lastly her wand! 

six and three-quarter inches, willow, with a unicorn hair core - holding it for the first time sent tingles up and down her spine. it was that moment that really confirmed to her that she was magical

the train to hogwarts was a whole other experience - mary spending most of her time wandering around the train from cabin to cabin, bright and bold as she introduced herself to as many people as she could. some older students seemed to catch on immediately to her heritage, sneering and calling her names, but she refused to let them wipe the grin off of her face. 

during her sorting, mary was very close to being a hat stall - the debate from the hat was largely between gryffindor and hufflepuff, with a couple of moments pondering ravenclaw. eventually, it was her determination to be someone great that lead to the sorting hats decision - gryffindor.

in terms of school work, mary was much better at the theory than the practical. she was abysmal in potions, dada, and transfiguration, barely scraping by each year. she did better in charms, finding simpler spells to be easier - but mostly, found her interest in history of magic, arthimancy, ancient runes, and care of magical creatures - courses which relied more on theory and writing. 

as she grew up, she also became more interested in fashion and makeup - taking great pride in her appearance. it was how people made their first impression, after all, and she always wanted to make the best one possible. 

that was up until her fourth year - when mulciber, a pureblood of slytherin house decided he didn’t like a muggleborn student going around wanting to be big and important in the wizarding world. 

he had cornered her in a hallway, covering her head to toe in curses and hexes before leaving her (potentially) for dead

of course, this wasn’t the case. it wasn’t long until nearly headless nick found her and sent off for a professor - she was whisked off to st. mungos and mulciber was expelled. 

from then, there was a change. the once boastful extrovert turned into herself. choosing instead to keep her head down and her mouth shut. 

it took two years for her to start to get back to normal. 

she graduated a year after the marauders, and was pretty quickly granted a position of an assistant in the ministry - specifically, in the department of international magical cooperation. 

this was a perfect fit for mary, who had by then set her sights on becoming minister. (what better way to make a change?)

she moved into her families cottage - up on a lake in northern england. alone and isolated, built by her great grandfather some seventy-odd years before. it was cozy and safe. 

when albus dumbledore recruited her to the order, she was more than happy to let it be used as a safe house. 

mary, however, does find her position within the order to be nervewracking. not really one for dueling, she fears that the day might come where she’ll have no choice but to try - and then fail.

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BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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