MACDONALD, mary amelia

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FULL NAME: Mary Amelia Macdonald
NICKNAMES: Mare, Mary-Mac, Cricket
AGE: Seventeen
DOB: April 7th
HOUSE AND YEAR: Gryffindor, Seventh
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
TAKE A SIDE: Order Member (Later on)

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PLAYED BY:Karen Gillan

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LOVES:
~Chai Tea
~Her Irish Setter
~Action of any kind (She hates sitting still)
~Heights
~Quidditch
LOATHES:
~Stagnation
~Cruelty towards anyone
~Blood Prejudice
~Silence
~Summertime (She hates being away from her friends)
STRENGTHS:
Coping with difficult situations.
Dueling
Sarcasm
WEAKNESSES:
Keeping her Mouth Shut
Being tolerant of petty problems
When people cry
PERSONALITY:Headstrong, fiery, with a good heart. These are common words to describe Mary Macdonald. She is a girl with a spirit as fiery as her hair, with a dash of sarcasm and two scoops of sugar for sweetness. Mary has been through quite a bit in her lifetime and instead of getting mired down and wallowing in it, she put away the decorations for the pity party and rose above it, choosing to get the most out of her life as she could. She has never been the type to let hardship get to her, and she makes it her mission to take care of those around her and enjoy herself at every turn. She has been taking care of herself and her family since age six, and though that has hardened her resolve it hasn't made her bitter in the least, in fact her heart is even more open for those around her. She doesn't have a difficult time making friends and will try her best to be friendly with everyone she meets, other than those who are blatantly awful and prejudiced. Not really the girly type either, the lack of feminine influence in her life, and the high amounts of testosterone in her home has caused her to be a bit of a tomboy, especially because she is on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She makes friends easier with boys than with girls, though she does welcome girlfriends to share what she learns about her guy friends

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MOTHER: Christine Macdonald (nee O'Donnolly) Not much information known aside from she is a muggle and around 43 years old.
FATHER: Deceased, died at age 45, muggle
SIBLINGS: Former Gryffindor, Johnathan, 19, auror in training.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: An Irish setter named Thatch
BIRTHPLACE: Edinburgh Scotland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London England
HISTORY:~I was a Little Girl Alone In my Little World~
-Age 6-

Dear Momma:

We miss you here at our house…Daddy does…and I do…So does Johnny.Daddy is never home so I’m left with Johnny 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 Austin and Christine Macdonald. She was their second child, having a brother two years older than her, his name Johnathen. Mary loved her family, and was incredibly close with her brother, already having the makings of a fine tomboy but her parents didn’t mind. She was her Mother’s gem, the one that her mother spoiled out of the two children though she loved them both equally. But a mother/daughter relationship is something that is divine.. Christine 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 her brother Johnny was eight he started changing. He began showing signs of things that good Christian people didn't believe in....Magic. Her parents were shocked and 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, but that was quickly ruled out when Mary started showing signs too.. Liam stuck up for his children, telling Christine that they were only children...they were special and had a gift. A special gift that needed to be kept safe and protected not examined and treated like monsters. Her mother was even more horrified when the daughter she did everything with turned out to be a beast too. Liam’s opinion was not taken into account and once Christine couldn't bear to look at her children any longer... She left.

Mary couldn’t understand it at such a young age, she couldn’t make heads nor tales 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 Johnny 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 jus the same as everyone else. Johnny 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 Christine left, things changed. Mary took it upon herself to help take care of Johnny and her Daddy. She was little, and yet she wanted to do anything she could to make it known that she wanted to make everything right…That she wanted to make her family happy 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 worseHer father was never the same after Christine left them...his heart was broken and he found it hard to even look at his kids sometimes and 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 Johnny's powers were not something to be feared. He was a wizard... and there was an entire world full of people exactly like him and exactly like Mary. That he had been accepted into a school where children like him could be taught to use and control their powers.. And no doubt when Mary was eleven too 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 several years until she was old enough to go too, but she was proud of him and happy for him. He would be off to be among people who would no doubt want to be his friends with such a charming boy. 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 Momma:

So you called last week...Daddy 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 Momma.. Eleven.. and that place I told you about in the last letter, well it exists and I'm going. Johnny has been there for three years now and he's learning a lot...and i'm so proud.. Momma I forget the last time you proud of anything...but thats not saying much considering you've never responded to a single one of these letters. He 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 happier.

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.. 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 5 , 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 second 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.

February 6th, 1977

-Age 16-

-Dear Christine;

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 Liam and I were at our 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 Liam and I are away at school... 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

Mary wasn't the same after her father's death... the lightheartedness was gone for a good long while. She and Johnathan live in a small place in London when they aren't in school. He had turned 19 that January so he has custody of Mary until the day she turns 18 too.. Mary had always been a strong girl, and brave. She entered 7th year with a brave face on...but even now.. it's cracking. Mary is trying to figure out her life.. figure out what to do now, because soon enough...she'll be on her own.

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NAME/ALIAS: Bubbles
AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: 7 years I think
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet, hopefully Rita Skeeter soon
ANYTHING ELSE?: This is a wonderful site.
RP SAMPLE:

The breeze whipped around her body, causing her to teeter slightly on her perch. Her eyes were squeezed shut, the toes of her boots just barely peeking over the edge of the stone ledge that separated the inside of the North Tower from the great abyss of the outside. The sun was setting in the distance, casting a soft orange glow over everything, including the stone courtyard that lay below; leading off towards Hogsmeade. Anyone who had walked in at that moment would have thought Mary Macdonald to be suicidal, as she was practically dangling off the stone ledge of the opening of the tower. But no...Mary was far from suicidal, she was generally content though often times found herself conflicted with the inner workings of her never-resting mind.

It wasn't the need for death that encouraged this. It was the thrill she craved, the trill paired with the thought of falling...the way the breeze rocked her to the brink of toppling, but she never did.. Her hands were clasped around the top of the opening to keep steady, the cold stone chilling her already slightly trembling hands. Her eyes popped open to gaze out at the glow of the sunset on the land. She'd often dreamt of this...hanging on the edge, the threat of falling. Her heart pumping harshly in her chest, a ridiculous but slightly ...arousing feeling that she never understood. In those dreams she found the world flipped upside down; and as she tumbled from the window she soared through the sky and the stars. Breaking up the moon and the sun, until all was peaceful. The dreams often caused her to wake in a cold sweat...in a good way. Perhaps it was sadistic and wrong, but there were quite a few things about Mary that were sadistic and wrong...

The way for eleven years she constantly wrote letters to a woman who had abandoned her family because she thought her children were possessed by the devil...not gifted with magic. The way she escaped into her own head for hours and sometimes longed to never come out again....Masochism perhaps? She knew not. Mary was usually bright and bubbly...keeping a mask of wildness and fearlessness...when though that was her personality there were things that lay below that no one would ever guess.. She was a happy girl...cheerful but darkness took over everyone every once in awhile.

She let her hands slip away from where they rested to steady her, and let herself balance and relax. Taking in gusts of clean evening air that she let fill her body, cleansing all that lay inside before expelling it from her body in slow breaths. Everything that had plagued her or fouled her gone...released upon the wind floating down to the sunset soaked courtyard below..If she had been a jumpier female Mary would have stumbled and fallen at the sound of a voice floating towards her through the dark stone tower. "Have a death wish?" It murmured. She reached up and gripped again to steady herself. "Not particularly.." She responded sitting down upon the ledge and turning to face the person.

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