Post by mary on Apr 29, 2012 14:44:57 GMT
mary grace macdonald
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full name: mary grace macdonald
age: sixteen
year: sixth
birthday: february 14th
blood line: muggleborn
occupation: student
former / house: gryffindor
Growing up, Mary always was a bit of a tomboy. More than often, the little girl would be found running around outside, scraping her knees and getting her best clothes dirty (much to her mother's dismay), never really caring to play with dolls or get involved in the girl games. As she grew up, her feminine side developed a bit more, but she still is pretty much a tomboy.
The female has never been the most quiet of individuals. Sure, she doesn't go around chatting everyone's ears off, but she doesn't seem to have many problems in most social situations. She's likely to walk up to a perfect stranger and ask them a random question. All in all, Mary is a people person. And usually, people seem to like Mary too. She is quite optimistic, and always wants to see the glass half full. Even when there's no more water. And the glass is shattered. When people think everything is going wrong, Mary will most likely be the one coming up with something like "well, it could be worse, you could have no arms" or something random like that. She really likes to believe things will turn out for the best.
Mary has been told often she's too nice for her own good. Apparently, she treats everyone like her friend, even if she has just met them. The female will deny this, saying she can't possibly be friends with everyone, but the truth is, she actually tries to treat everyone nicely. In her mind, Mary just feels like everyone has some good in them, and therefore, she always tries to see the best in people and give everyone a chance. More than often has this plan backfired on her, but still she tries. However, she does hold grudges, and when someone betrays the trust she has bestowed on them, Mary doesn't really forgive that person. She is quite stubborn after all, and once her mind is made up, there's next to no chance of making her change it again.
The main problem Mary seems to have is her sarcasm. She isn't certain where it comes from, all she knows is that she's been using sarcasm ever since she can remember. Some days are worse than others, of course, and even though she tries to keep her remarks socially acceptable, she does have her slip ups, and there are even times (when she's in a worse mood) when it seems that her sole purpose is to have a witty remark for every occasion.
After the attack, Mary became a bit more closed off. She's still talkative, and still greets everyone with a smile, but she has become more guarded, and has more trouble trusting others. She mostly sticks to her friends now, keeping everyone else out. She's been trying to return to her old self, but everything is still too fresh in her mind to do it.
LIKES:
transfiguration
charms
rain
thunderstorms
snow
winter
butterflies
green tea
coffee
chocolate
peppermint toads
sugar quills
reading (horror mostly)
hippogriffs
DISLIKES:
summer
hot weather
divination
spiders
loud noises
strong scents (vanilla mostly)
dark waters
flowers
pointless conversations
people who don't think things through
obnoxious people
people who think they're better than anyone else
know-it-alls
public displays of affection
STRENGTHS:
smart
stubborn
hard working
loyal
selfless
quick thinker
WEAKNESSES:
blunt
a bit clueless
naive
sarcastic
trusts people too easily
impatient
HABITS:
Will rather use the floor than a chair. Mary is often found laying on her stomach on the common room floor finishing her potions essay or reading a book. Even while talking with her friends, she prefers to sit on the floor. She has also been found doing the same in the Library, but the librarian wasn't too happy when she found out,
Chews on her bottom lip. This will be done on any occasion, whether she's nervous, scared or just thinking about something. It's just something she has grown used to doing and it's something that somehow comforts her.
Carries a small notebook and pencil everywhere. Mary has always had a passion for drawing, and tries to do it as much as possible. Because of this she always keeps a notebook and drawing material with her.
Drums her fingernails on any hard surface available. Another thing she finds soothing is this, and Mary is quite often found doing that same thing for no apparent reason, much to her friends and people near her dismay.
Hums random songs. Most of the times she's humming some random song by some obscure muggle band. She also does this when she's trying to concentrate or doing her homework.
HISTORY:
Charlie and Grace had been trying to have a baby for quite some time now, and they were beginning to fear they might not be able to ever have one until Grace finally got pregnant. Nine months later, Mary came to this world on the morning of the 14th of February, 1960. She was, as her mother puts it 'the best valentine's gift she could have ever get'. She was born in Bristol to a middle class family, so she can say she had a pretty good childhood. Sure, they weren't rich, but they weren't struggling to live either, and that was more than good. It made her learn the value of money, and how important it was to work in order to achieve one's goals, as she didn't had anything handed over to her on a silver platter.
Mary was pretty much a good child growing up. Not once where her parents called to school due to her misbehavior, nor did her teachers had any complaints about her. Her parents always told her it was very important to respect her teachers and to tread people with respect, and she made sure to abide by what they said. But kids can be cruel, so when strange things started to happen around her, her friends didn't think twice about calling her a freak and staying away from her, no matter how nice she was to them. So she asked her parents. If she was a freak. Because she could do things other little kids couldn't. But the fun part was that whenever she tried to show them what she could do, nothing would happen. Her father, a rational man, deemed it as a young child's fantasy, and for years, no one else mentioned those little incidents.
That didn't mean they were forgotten, at least not by Mary, as the same things still happened to her. Sometimes, she was able to change the colour of her shirts, other times she could make objects come to her from across the room. Small things, that most of the times went by unnoticed but fascinated the young girl beyond belief. She was curious. Was she the only one able to that? Why hadn't she ever heard of anyone else with such abilities. And more importantly, was she a freak?
The answers finally came a few years later, a bit after her birthday in the form of a letter. Mary Grace Macdonal had been invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for she was a Witch. Not a freak but a Witch. Happiness overflowed the girl as she read the words with her mother, for she had finally found the answer to all her questions. Surprise was the reaction of both her parents, but while her mother quickly turned the surprise in to happiness, her father was less than thrilled about what was about to happen, deeming it 'ridicule' and a 'complete waste of time'. Looking back now, Mary knows that day was the breaking point for her parents. A breaking point that came to an end three years later, when they got divorced.
The days that followed the arrival of the letter were spent in a constant awe state, as the eleven year old was bombarded with new information, of a world she did not know even existed up until them. Getting her school supplies was probably the most fascinating thing she had ever done in her life. And then, just like that, August had come to and end and so had been the initial ecstasy, which slowly gave way to more serious feelings of apprehension and fear. What was this school like? What if she couldn't perform magic? What if she was a fluke?
It was a positively nauseous Mary Macdonald that boarded the Hogwarts express six years ago, keeping to herself the whole trip. It wasn't until she set foot into the Great Hall that all her feelings of awe and excitement effectively replacing whatever worries the young Witch might have. Nothing really mattered that moment except that she was really in Hogwarts and she was really a Witch. When the sorting hat exclaimed 'GRYFFINDOR' she knew it was the start of a new life.
Her first year was spent in a such a state of daydream that Mary is actually surprised she managed to do well in school at all. Not only that, she managed to make some friends with some students from her year. And so the years went by calmly, Mary was a good student, and seemed to excel at charms and trasnfiguration, though she seemed rather fond of care of magical creatures.
On her third year, she got the news that her parents were going to divorce each other, and quite frankly, at that time, Mary didn't really found the news to be devastating. All her friends were worried and constantly asking how she was holding up, but she was actually dealing with the situation quite well. After all, it was to be expected. All she had to do was start adding "And send my love to dad - if you talk to him - you know how he hates to get owls at his house right now" to every letter she wrote to her mother.
The fifth year was a turning point in Mary's life. She doesn't really like to talk about the attack though. It's in the past, and that's were it should stay. That day, she was going back to the common room from the lawns when she crossed paths with none other than Mulciber. Now, Mary had never been on to try and go looking for a fight, and all she really wanted to do was get past him. A couple of snide comments, some sarcastic retorts, and a muggleborn hating Slytherin feeling particularly original with an Imperius curse later, Mary was hanging precariously on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower. Now, this was scary enough for anyone. Adding the fact that she had no control over her body and that Mulciber could have made her jump to her death, and that was a terrifying situation.
But he never did, and instead he let her off with a "Next time, I make you jump mudblood". Mary managed to make her way towards the common room before shock finally overpowered her and she collapsed in front of her roommates. Next thing she remembers was waking up in the hospital wing. When she finally told them what had happened, they wanted her to go to the Headmaster, but she decided against it, figuring it would be best to leave the situation alone. Instead she settled for never being allowed to walk alone, someone always escorting her wherever she went. Eventually though, the situation faded from everyone's memories, and soon enough they were all acting as if nothing had happened.
It's funny how good things can come from bad things. If she hadn't been attacked by Mulciber in her fifth year, she would have never gone to the Hospital wing, not had she had the most fascinating of conversations with the Matron and she would have never found out about how interesting using magic for healing could be. Thanks to that, Mary set her mind into working at St. Mungo's, and excelled in her O.W.L.S. And she's planning on doing the same on her N.E.W.T.S next year.
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alias: izzy
gender: female
rp sample:
A trip to the kitchens seemed more tempting with every passing moment.
Mary Macdonald sighed once more and turned around in her bed for what would seem like the hundredth time that night. However, sleep seemed to have forsaken the female Gryffindor as she wasn't able to rest, no matter how hard she tried. At first, reading seemed to be the best option, but not very long after she had taken on said task, Lilly had started to mumble incoherent things about not being able to sleep with the light on and that she should shut it. And so, Mary had done what her friend wanted, thus having nothing to do, and becoming a very bored, very sleepless Mary.
And that was where her need for a trip to the kitchens had started. At first, it had been just a simple though. "A cup of hot chocolate would be so nice right now", as simple as that. Something her mother always did to her when she couldn't sleep. And the school's elves just happened to make the best hot chocolate she had ever tasted. With that, a simple thought slowly started to turn into a craving, an actual hunger for hot chocolate. But there was only one tiny problem with her idea. She'd have to go through all the castle and down to the kitchen at who knows what time it was in the morning. And that seemed a bit too much for just a cup of hot chocolate.
The female sighed and turned again in her bed, glancing around to the sleeping forms of her roommates, hoping that one of them would show signs of not being able to sleep as well. There was no use, she was all alone in her insomnia. Sighing yet again, Mary resigned to staring at the ceiling for the time being, as she debated whether or not she should just get up and get the bloody hot chocolate. But she didn't want to do it alone, and she wasn't about waking one of her friends just because she wanted food. She'd probably get a pillow to the face as soon as she asked the question. Damn it, why couldn't she sleep?
Groaning, the female tossed the covers aside, swinging her legs out of the bed and getting up. No, she hadn't decided to give into the craving, but she was getting out of the room. After putting on a warm sweater, the female grabbed the nearest blanket and the book she had been reading earlier on and made her way out of the room and into the common room, where the fireplace was still lit, the flames casting a golden shade over the silent room. She smiled, it was odd finding the common room this silent, or this empty, but she rather enjoyed it.
Mary made her way towards the couches near the fireplace, so she could get both some light and warmth, and sat down on the floor, her back leaning against the couch and covered her legs with the blanket she had brought from her room. After finding a comfortable position, the female grabbed her book and flipped it open in the page she had been previously reading. Now this was far better than being stuck in her bed staring at the ceiling. She should have thought about it earlier.
Mary Macdonald sighed once more and turned around in her bed for what would seem like the hundredth time that night. However, sleep seemed to have forsaken the female Gryffindor as she wasn't able to rest, no matter how hard she tried. At first, reading seemed to be the best option, but not very long after she had taken on said task, Lilly had started to mumble incoherent things about not being able to sleep with the light on and that she should shut it. And so, Mary had done what her friend wanted, thus having nothing to do, and becoming a very bored, very sleepless Mary.
And that was where her need for a trip to the kitchens had started. At first, it had been just a simple though. "A cup of hot chocolate would be so nice right now", as simple as that. Something her mother always did to her when she couldn't sleep. And the school's elves just happened to make the best hot chocolate she had ever tasted. With that, a simple thought slowly started to turn into a craving, an actual hunger for hot chocolate. But there was only one tiny problem with her idea. She'd have to go through all the castle and down to the kitchen at who knows what time it was in the morning. And that seemed a bit too much for just a cup of hot chocolate.
The female sighed and turned again in her bed, glancing around to the sleeping forms of her roommates, hoping that one of them would show signs of not being able to sleep as well. There was no use, she was all alone in her insomnia. Sighing yet again, Mary resigned to staring at the ceiling for the time being, as she debated whether or not she should just get up and get the bloody hot chocolate. But she didn't want to do it alone, and she wasn't about waking one of her friends just because she wanted food. She'd probably get a pillow to the face as soon as she asked the question. Damn it, why couldn't she sleep?
Groaning, the female tossed the covers aside, swinging her legs out of the bed and getting up. No, she hadn't decided to give into the craving, but she was getting out of the room. After putting on a warm sweater, the female grabbed the nearest blanket and the book she had been reading earlier on and made her way out of the room and into the common room, where the fireplace was still lit, the flames casting a golden shade over the silent room. She smiled, it was odd finding the common room this silent, or this empty, but she rather enjoyed it.
Mary made her way towards the couches near the fireplace, so she could get both some light and warmth, and sat down on the floor, her back leaning against the couch and covered her legs with the blanket she had brought from her room. After finding a comfortable position, the female grabbed her book and flipped it open in the page she had been previously reading. Now this was far better than being stuck in her bed staring at the ceiling. She should have thought about it earlier.
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