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She was not classically pretty, tall and blonde, but she had something. A spark. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she always wore a grin. Every second counted and none went to waste with Mary. She lived life to the fullest and had more fun than anyone in Hogwarts. Hyper and crazy, but perfect. Brave, bold, courageous Mary MacDonald was a true Gryffindor at heart.
“So far, you, me, Therese, and Nora have done everything you’ve wanted to do, which includes Exploding Snap, poker, Truth or Dare, and Ding Dong Ditch on compartment doors. After all that, how can you be bored?”
"It is not my secret to tell," Mary answered, not looking Lily in the eye, but gazing out of the window at the full moon.
"Are you even looking at what you're picking out?" Lily asked through an enormous load of costumes, "Or are you just grabbing whatever you see?"
Lily shook her head, “Yes it is. I cannot believe you would do that to poor Sev.”
Everyone groaned, but they all knew Mary MacDonald was inescapable.
“You’ll regret this, MacDonald!” Bellatrix growled as the girls turned the corner.
Mark slowly and hesitantly began to inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. “I’m still going to get them,” he vowed, “If it kills me, I will destroy them!”
Without saying a word, Elizabeth MacDonald pointed to the bed that Mary was sprawled across, still unconscious.
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