Post by Mary Evans on Jun 11, 2008 0:57:59 GMT
Blah, blah, blah. Nine hells and damnation, does this woman ever stop? She thinks she knows everything. She thinks she knows everyone. She thinks Mary will just conform to her will. Hadn’t nearly 16 years of Mother/Daughter relationship taught her anything? Mary thinks for herself. Mary does for herself. And Mary will not spend another blooming summer in Spain with no one but Jeremy to keep her company. The Spanish wizards just… weren’t the same. And maybe that was why her mother insisted she go. Apparently her mother was concerned that all her flirting at Hogwarts was hurting her chance at finding a decent husband. If anyone could believe it, her mother even brought up Kris in the last fight! Said he was a bad influence and Mary being with him so much had left a “bad taste in certain people’s mouths”. Well those people could jump right off a cliff, them and their inbred sons. Mary didn’t need a husband who’s family had a problem with the fact that she had always had male friends.
And what about everything else in her life? Her mother only talked about the boys. Never once asked how prefect duties were going. How it was being a NEWT student finally. Quidditch! Never once did her mother want to know how that was going. Mary was co-captain for goodness sakes. One of the best beaters in the game. And her mother acted as though it was something shameful, Mary playing a “boy’s game”. And her father just went along with it all…
Well what did they matter anyhow? It was her life and she would do with it what she liked. Mary would be 17 in August then perhaps she would rent out a room in the Leaky Cauldron or Three Broomsticks or something, just to keep in the thick of things. Maybe go out dancing, she hadn’t done that in years. There actually was that new club in Hogsmead now…
Mary stormed into her bedroom in a huff and pulled open her closet. This called for her new pair of blue boots, 3 inch stilettos, not the easiest to dance in but they looked amazing and would be worth the pain. And of course with how often Mary wore heels to do anything, the pain was minimal if ever. So now to build the outfit around the boots… maybe a white skirt, white jacket, and blue collared top. Done. Mary put down her hair and grabbed a gold hand bag and was out.
Out the fire that was, Mary got a pinch of floo powder which turned her fire emerald green. “Hogsmead” she said into the fire and spun through the floo network. She landed in the bar of Madam Rosmerta and made a swift exit. The sun was just dipping down over the buildings as Mary arrived outside the new club, which was already forming a line. Mary looked to the bouncer and saw it was not anyone she recognized she should probably line up to at least put out the appearance she was going to follow what he said…
And what about everything else in her life? Her mother only talked about the boys. Never once asked how prefect duties were going. How it was being a NEWT student finally. Quidditch! Never once did her mother want to know how that was going. Mary was co-captain for goodness sakes. One of the best beaters in the game. And her mother acted as though it was something shameful, Mary playing a “boy’s game”. And her father just went along with it all…
Well what did they matter anyhow? It was her life and she would do with it what she liked. Mary would be 17 in August then perhaps she would rent out a room in the Leaky Cauldron or Three Broomsticks or something, just to keep in the thick of things. Maybe go out dancing, she hadn’t done that in years. There actually was that new club in Hogsmead now…
Mary stormed into her bedroom in a huff and pulled open her closet. This called for her new pair of blue boots, 3 inch stilettos, not the easiest to dance in but they looked amazing and would be worth the pain. And of course with how often Mary wore heels to do anything, the pain was minimal if ever. So now to build the outfit around the boots… maybe a white skirt, white jacket, and blue collared top. Done. Mary put down her hair and grabbed a gold hand bag and was out.
Out the fire that was, Mary got a pinch of floo powder which turned her fire emerald green. “Hogsmead” she said into the fire and spun through the floo network. She landed in the bar of Madam Rosmerta and made a swift exit. The sun was just dipping down over the buildings as Mary arrived outside the new club, which was already forming a line. Mary looked to the bouncer and saw it was not anyone she recognized she should probably line up to at least put out the appearance she was going to follow what he said…
