Through Thick and Thin

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laughinginbarks asked: I'm good too. Bored as eff, but I'll live. I know! We never talk, you've been so busy with your coursework, and I've been really busy making other people do my coursework, so it's just not worked out *grins*

You are bored? That definitely won’t end well. I’ll make sure to remove all flammable things from the common room. And yeah Lils complains about how you just casually ask to compare your answers with hers. Seriously how do you manage to still find people to do your work for you? There aren’t many people left in our year that you haven’t manage to piss off. 

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Mary was happy, she looked truly happy for that second standing there in the dim lit tent with Barty. He almost couldn’t believe her smile, her hands on his shoulders, and the gentle warm of her lips as it came in contact with his cheek was all because of him. He felt a small swell of pride start to grow in his chest, she could be really cute sometimes, he thought bitter sweetly to himself. Barty turned his head slowly taking one of her hands from his shoulder bringing it up to his lips. He kissed the inside of her palm, inhaling her sweet scent. Idiot, he sighed to himself before letting go of her hand. He never had intended on acting on impulse, although in the back of his mind he was happy to have done it. He hated to admit it, but making Mary smile wasn’t half bad, though he just had to remember why he was doing it. How upset would Benjy Fenwick be if Barty took what he wanted first? If Barty got to have Mary for himself before Benjy could? Would he lose hope in the girl he loved? Would that gleam in his eye fade every time he saw her? Would his heart be crushed when he saw Mary and himself walking hand in hand, sharing intimate kisses in the corridor? 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I wanted to surprise you on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to tell that I…” Barty swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He felt his cheeks start to burn slightly at the thought of admitting to liking a girl. He had never admitted to fancying a girl because he never actually fancied one. He didn’t think there was anyone at Hogwarts who could make his head turn. Who could challenge him, who could love him without really loving him. Mary was just a toy, a distraction from the world around him. He liked seeing her happy but he very much liked to see her cry. “…I think I might possibly fancy you and I just wanted to let you know that,” Barty let out a low sigh of relief, as if he had been holding that secret inside for the longest time.

The Ravenclaw took a step back away from Mary, he looked down at the space between them smiling shyly as he kicked at the blanket under his foot. He held out the bracelet for her at arm’s length. He used his free hand to take her wrist gently as he unclasped the bracelet putting it on for her. He glanced up meeting her pool blue eyes with his own, for the moment he felt he could get lost in them. Barty looked away clearing his throat, he took another step back away from Mary, giving her space to make her feel comfortable.

Was that really happening? Was Barty Crouch Jr. just admitting that he fancied Mary MacDonald? Plain Mary, broken Mary, empty Mary. It had been years since she felt like that, important, treasured … alive. Mary couldn’t hide the emotions playing in her face, she must have been grinning like crazy, but Barty was letting his gentlemans-don’t-show-emotions masquerade and Mary felt happy. She hadn’t felt happy in years. She loved the way his cheeks showed the faintest of color, how he struggled with what seemed like a knot in his throat, she loved the way he wasn’t afraid to let her see those little things.

Mary thought she must be blushing furiously, the way he had kissed her palm had made her feel special, she was confused and she couldn’t stop thinking about Benjy Fenwick and how he was the only boy she had ever been in love with, but was she falling for Barty or was she simply feeling all the butterflies in her stomach because nobody had shown the slightest interest in her for years? She needed to sort out her feelings, she didn’t want to hurt Barty, he was so sweet and caring, and Mary loved his company and their friendship and she didn’t want to mess that up.

But when Barty was putting on the bracelet on her something changed. She knew in that moment that she had two options. She could run back to the castle and apologize to Barty later or she could stay. As he was letting go of her hand and taking some steps backs Mary knew it was time to decide. She smothered her dress and sat down in the blanket, she never knew what her made her stay, she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it later.

laughinginbarks asked: How goes it? How goes it?

It goes well, you know helping out Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary and stuff. How about you I feel like we haven’t talked in ages and we have like all our classes together! 

“Always with the House Pride!”

“Such and take the picture Lils”

(Source: crowsandbutterflies)

laughinginbarks asked: Hello *grins*

Sirius!! 

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004. Informing Mary about the deaths of her friends was worst than informing any other member. She will just stay still, she wouldn’t yell or ask why, she would just take in the information, and silently mourn over her friends. 

(Source: daisybuchanans)

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Barty sprang forward from the ground at the sound of crunching grass, his ears twitched at the gentle noise glancing behind his round sunglasses to the person making their way towards him. Mary in a dress of seductive red and golden shoes with a mane of wavy brown hair curling under her chin and resting on her shoulders, her bright blue eyes wide in surprised. He removed his sunglasses from his face pushing them in his shirt pocket after he quickled folded them. Barty picked himself off the ground using his hands to brush the loose grass off the back of his slacks. Mary looked pretty dressed up in red, he didn’t believe he had ever seen her looking to elegant and casual at the time. He flashed her a smile as she got close enough to him. For a second Barty could see himself falling for a girl like Mary, although the voice in the back of his head kept reminding him the reason why he was getting so close. Unlike Mary who grew attactched her patients at the Wing, Barty couldn’t afford to do that for the sake of his “mission”. What would be the point? He was only using Mary because he was bored and it was something to do.

Barty got close enough to her so that he was standing in front of her. He was a little relief to see she decided not to wear heels seeing as Barty was still shorter and scrawnier than the rest of his boys his age. “Hi,” he said semi-breathlessly, his eyes lighting up as if it had been the sight of her that surprised him as well. “I did it for you, Mar,” the boy confessed before leading her inside the tent. He pushed the flap open allowing her entrance inside, it was wide with a high ceiling and the blanket in the middle. Candles lit in a white glow around them, he could have patted himself on the back for how lovely the inside of a sight it was. Barty cleared his throat following her behind her letting the flap go so now it was the two of them alone in it. Barty held his breath, he stood a good foot away from her with his hands behind his back.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have been here for Valentine’s day, I feel like a total arse. I-I…” he cleverly bit down on his bottom lip looking away shyly from her. “I really wanted to see you.” Barty took a small step towards her, his hands aching for a touch of her skin. It was odd, he never thought of touching her seeing as she was the one normally grabbing him. He balled his hands into his fist holding them against his back feeling them sweat what the thought of her soft fresh pressed against his palms. “I got ya something,” he said getting a clever idea. Barty had always been good in Transfiguration, it came easy to him because normally as a child he hid everything from his father. He fiddle with the coins in his pocket gripping the lot of them in his hand. He remembered seeing a gold bracelett in the window of a shop in Diagon Alley during his “break”. It was a pretty little chain with carefully craved white roses for charms. It looked as if they were made out of real pearl or something, it was a nice piece of jewelry even for his taste. He pictured the bracelett as the clump of coins turned into a thin chain. He held back his smirk as he pulled it out from his pocket showing it Mary, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck scratching at the chestnut hair. “I-It’s not much…or anything. Do you like it, Mary?”

Everything was perfect, everything seemed like a scene from a romance novel, this was the sort of thing every girl dreamed of, the sort of thing that would make anyone fall for the boy infront of them. If Mary had been one of those girls she would have already throw herself into Barty’s arms. She couldn’t believe how much effort Barty had put into making this date perfect. She hadn’t been expecting this at all, all she wanted was a nice walk, talking about Barty’s trip to London and about the cases she had seen at the infirmary, there was something inside Mary that told her that maybe just maybe Barty saw her as more than just friends. 

Mary’s brain was trying to process everything that was happening and trying to look for possible explanations for Barty’s behavior but no matter what she would always come to the conclusion that not even the closest of friends would have such romantic dates. Her heart was trying to cope with all the feelings she was having right now. Mary was sure she’ll never love someone as much as she loved Benjy Fenwick, but now that she compared that kind of crush with the reality of what was happening right now everything seemed so childish. Still she wasn’t sure Barty wanted this to turn into a romantic thing, well up until the point where he pulled out the most beautiful bracelet Mary had ever seen. Boys who just want to be friends doesn’t give you jewelry, not such fine jewelry as the one Barty was holding out for her, it was just marvelous and Mary, not that she cared for that sort of things, guessed it was expensive too. This changed everything.

She guessed her eyes had betrayed all effort of hiding her surprise, she felt herself widening them in awe, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling, everything was so perfect. And her brains started doing the thing she always dreaded, the thing where it would force itself to think about scenarios, scenarios that often left Mary sad because she had come to accept that happiness was out of her reach, but having Barty standing infront of her made her doubt all the thoughts that had once filled her mind. She found herself thinking about how she didn’t had anything for Barty, she didn’t had a gift for him so she did the best she could and hoped it was enough for the time being, she would later find something nice for him, something he would love as much as she loved the bracelet. So Mary caught herself walking towards Barty, placing her hands on his shoulders and kissing his cheek softly. She looked into his blue eyes, losing herself in them, “Thank you Barty … this is … its just … unbelievable.”