Mary "just a little bit blonde!" MacDonald (onthecontrary) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-08-04 18:28:00 |
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Current mood: | shocked |
Entry tags: | ! [1979-08] august, mary macdonald |
rp: mary.
Who: Mary MacDonald and a NPC'd shoppe keeper
When: Monday after work and before this.
Where: Eeylops Owl Emporium in Diagon Alley
What: Mary simply wants to purchase owl treats and gets refused service for being Muggleborn
Rating: Not too high
Status: Narrative. Complete.
If nothing else, Mary was enjoying her new flat solely for location. It was rather alarming knowing that Barty Crouch, Jr. lived in the building, as well as Alecto Carrow and select others Mary would rather not run into nor live by. But the convenience of her new flat was to-die-for. Work didn't even require an Apparation, and anything she could ever want to purchase was somewhere in one of the shoppes below in Diagon Alley. And such was the case on this Monday afternoon after work. It had been Mary's first day in the Spell Damages Ward on the fourth floor of Mungo's, and she found the pace and types of cases her new ward dealt with to be so much grimmer and more dire than her usual Pediatric Ward. Nevertheless, her boss had told her the prior Thursday that she was just the girl for the job, and so Mary really did not have a choice whether or not she wanted to deal with Spell Damage. She was the new head receptionist of the ward of the fourth floor, and that was that. So by the time Mary stumbled out of Mungo's, she didn't have time to return home to cook dinner. She promised Lily she would start to attend these classes in Hogsmeade, and today was the first day she was able to go. Mary checked the clock just outside of Mungo's before looking around. Many people were hustling, though she could only assume why. It was the dinner hour. People had families to return to and lives to lead. Mary sighed inwardly. She had no life to live. She was alone.. and she had never felt more alone. The person she considered to be her closest mate was dead. Her brother, his wife and his daughter were dead. Mary's father was dead. So many people in her life were dead.. gone.. never to live again. It was a lonely life. Mary only hoped it could get better, though she could not guess it would get better before it got worse. How much worse it could yet was beyond her. She thought it was pretty shitty right now. But she willed herself to think positively. It was hard, but this was a new month. She had a new job, a new flat and a new journal. She was creating a new beginning for herself, and whether it was a new beginning or not, she was exercising mind over matter. It was the only thing that helped Mary make it through the day- and barely, at that. Mary found herself sitting at the bench outside St. Mungo's with an hour to spare before the class she promised Lily she would attend. It might not have been enough time for dinner, but it was enough time for an errand or two. Drawing out a small piece of parchment from her bag, Mary looked over her to-do list. Most of the things on the list involved getting settled into her new flat, but there were a couple isolated tasks she could accomplish. Purchase owl treats? It was one of those tasks that could wait, but why not do it now? She had time to spare. What else was she going to do? Despite her hour to spare, Mary quickly hurried down the avenue towards Diagon Alley. Even though she had time to spare, it simply wasn't safe to be out for extended periods of time anymore. She would have Apparated, but the lovely cool breeze on this summer evening was too tempting. She missed being outside. She hadn't even had time to run lately. She was going to be terribly out of shape for the Paris Marathon in October. She wasn't even sure if she could train for it anymore. It hadn't even been on her mind as of the late. She had other things to worry about, like the safety of her mother and sister now that her brother, sister-in-law and niece were dead. In a matter of minutes, Mary found herself in Diagon Alley. The usual bustling and busy alley she experienced during her Hogwarts days had been replaced by a more desolate, empty alley. The few people that were out kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact and going about their ways. Mary sighed at the sight. It was depressing. She wanted to see Diagon Alley alive and happy as it had been when she was in school, but it wasn't. It was far from it, unfortunately. The Owl Emporium was not far down the lane. The dimly lit specialty shoppe was always loud and smelly because of the owls within, but it truly was a one-stop shoppe for any owl needs. Today, Mary only needed treats, but after she received her next paycheck, she intended to buy her owl a new cage. The one she currently used she had since before her first year. Her owl deserved better and with this new job, she received a small promotion. She could now afford those things she always wanted to get, but could never justify on her old budget. Mary slipped into the shoppe without the keeper noticing her. That's what you get for having a dimly lit store. But the owls noticed the new person, and began to hoot loudly at her. It didn't bother Mary, but if she wanted to slip in and out unnoticed, the ruddy owls would have given away her cover. It took the young blond but a moment to select her owl's favourite treats, and with the parcel in hand, Mary made her way through a maze of owl cages towards the front of the shoppe to purchase the treats. Mary immediately recognised the shoppe keeper. She was a girl that had been in her year.. a Gryffindor, she thought, but she couldn't be sure. What was her name again? Mary couldn't remember. "Hello!" she exclaimed with a grin. It was always good to see a friendly face. But she didn't get a smile back from the girl her age. "What's wrong?" Mary inquired as the girl turned white in colour. Mary's grin faltered as she reached the counter and began to dig in her purse for a few coins to pay for the owl treats. "You can't purchase those here," the girl told Mary with a stern face. Mary blinked in confusion. But the girl pressed on, "I cannot offer you service here. Get out. Leave!" The girl seemed scared. Mary was just confused. She took a half step back, but didn't leave, tilting her head in question. "Get out, you filthy Mudblood!" the girl cried as she grabbed an ordinary broomstick from behind the counter. Mary blinked in shock as the girl shook the end of the broom at her. "Get out, Mudblood!" the girl cried again. It only took Mary a half more minute before she turned and dashed for the door. "And never come back!" she heard the shoppe keeper cry as the door slammed shut on Mary's heels and locked. Her heart was racing, and her hands were shaking slightly. What was this all about? Then her face turned white as she remembered the article she read the prior evening. The shoppes of Diagon Alley would no longer her service because of her blood status? Mary felt her stomach drop. Wasn't it bad enough she lost her family because of Death Eaters? What next? Mary shivered at her thoughts. How much worse could it get? She really didn't have time to ponder it, seeing as how she needed to hurry to Hogsmeade. Mary drew her wand from her bag. She was at a loss for words. This was the type of thing that would be comical if it wasn't reality. With a final glance over her shoulder, Mary saw the shoppe keeper watching her, waiting for her to leave. "Bullshit," Mary mumbled under her breath. This was absolute bullshit. Shaking her head, Mary Apparated with a faint pop! She had other places she needed to be.. places that would accept her for who she was. But even Mary couldn't deny the sting she felt. Chased out of a shoppe with a broomstick? Like she was a rat? Mary shook her head. She didn't want to know the answer to the question, "What next?" |