The Art of Breathing. by AC_rules
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Some people are scared of the dark.
Just an 'average' 1st September... (as told by Mary McDonald).
Tough and Powerful.
I, Mary McDonald am tough and powerful... Almost.
Five steps to a good first day according to Mary McDonald:
People are annoying.
Tips on how to avoid a bad day by Mary McDonald...
Of setting the common room on fire, enthralling conversations about foundation, headlocks, pointless team building activities and phsycopaths.
You know when it's going to be a bad day, you can just tell. Say two or three things go wrong and you just know you'll end up in trouble, in the hospital wing, or in floods or tears.
When you wake up in a good mood, it's generally the sign that something bad is going to happen. If you're me.
Hogsmeade, make ups, break up's, hair cuts, yelling, unexpected truths and unanswerable questions.
Because some things are just unforgivable.
Expecting the unexpected only get's you so far in life.
In which lots of things happen over a few days which fly by and Mary McDonald (or you know, me) finds out something of great importance...
On crying on people you shouldn't cry on (eg Sirius Black), getting annoyed at people you should get annoyed at (eg, Sirius Black), telling people some stuff you shouldn't have told them (eg Sirius Black) and being happy when someone's proud of you when you shouldn't care less (eg Sirius Black).
There's just something about Mary McDonald...
Scratching the surface.
Who could have known that everything could be even more complicated than I realised? That all along, when I thought I knew what was happening, there was so much more, hidden just below the surface.
It’s simple; all I need is a bit of leverage.
Crying, hysteria, vomiting, the book of my life and the extreme relevance of toast.
You can always count on Quidditch to govern people's moods, cause paintings to yell at you, lead to unavoidable conversations, turn everything into a big game that you didn't even realise you were playing and leave you with even more questions than when you started. Fantasic.
The comprehensive guide of how to stop wanting Sirius Black according to me:
Just a few reasons as to why you should read your mail immedietly...
Some people have more sides to them than you could ever realise.
Because every action has a consequence, and every consequence hits you sooner or later.
Who would you run to in the middle of the night when life (or nearing death) is getting you down? Things aren’t exactly what you would assume, life is never simple. One thing for sure, needs, dreams, ideas and wants always seem to clash, one way or another.
Is it possible to move forwards, in the wrong direction?
Then, once things have gone fantastically backwards, they start to move forwards again... Well, that's what I've been hoping for...
Of snow days, boyfriends, cats, detentions for the rest of forever, best friends and other issues.
Unwelcome & Unforeseen.
Lessons for life (or what's left of it):
Shift is good - run with it.
The road to making very bad decisions starts with a healthy dose of alienation (apparantly).
In which my life becomes even more of a joke (which actually isn't that funny).
It's how we roll.
Break ups. Make ups. Eavesdropping. Vomit. Calming solutions. Weddings. Dancing. Rain. Kissing. Yelling. Flirting. Drinking.
Then, just like that, things get a lot worse than they were before.
Lists, being just-friends, lying about how you really feel, realisations, Nadine Fisher, coming-of-age-parties and alcoholic substances lead to one thing... Chaos.
The aftermaths of being inebriated include: broken heartedness; painful hangovers; dealing with confessions; mixed signals; lots of detentions and attention from classmates. Or, in other words, complete and utter humiliation.
Teasing, arguing, kissing, running, instructing staircases, being slapped, doing good, imparting wisdom, blanking people and punch ups – in all the places you’d least expect.
In which my pathetic excuse of a life startes to get a little bit better...at last.
Sometimes, but only sometimes, luck actually holds out...
And sometimes it doesnt.
She was an unavoidable and unignorable dose of perspective.
When all else fails - cry and throw a tantrum. Then move on and accept it. Quickly.
And then I said goodbye to everyone I loved...
This was not living. This was dying.
It is Mary's funeral today.
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