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[MARY GRACE MACDONALD]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
MARYMACDONALD

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Saturdays were, quite possibly, the best day of the week. At least according to one sixth year Gryffindor, that went by the name of Mary Macdonald. Well, to put things simply, on a Friday she’d be too tired to appreciate that the week had actually ended and on a Sunday she would be dreading the new week that was approaching. What? Just because she did well in school it didn’t mean she had to like it… especially given that she had to wake up early.

Saturdays were perfect like that, giving on the chance of sleeping throughout the morning and waking up near lunch time, only to drag your feet down to the Great Hall and eat. And then spend the rest of the day just laying about doing absolutely nothing important schoolwork. Yes; that would be the perfect Saturday for Mary hadn’t it been for one tiny detail. She had woken up far too early. For some reason, her body had deemed sleep unnecessary and she had found herself wide awake at a godforsaken hour in the morning. The female had twisted and turned in her bed, a feeble attempt to go back to sleep, but it was of no avail. Sleep seemed to have forsaken her, and so, Mary had no other option but to get out of bed. Oh joy.

After getting dressed (her favourite pair of jeans - blue, slightly faded, an oversized black t-shirt and a leather jacket had been her choices for the day), the seventeen year old gathered some items she deemed necessary for the day - her sketchbook and drawing material, a copy of Stephen King's Carrie and her Herbology textbook, shoved them into her bag and stepped out of the room, tying her hair into a loose braid as she made her way down the stairs.

As expected, she was greeted with an empty Common Room (who would have guessed people actually slept around here?). Not that it mattered much, as she quickly stepped through the portrait hole. Once outside, Mary steered herself towards the lake, not really bothering to grab some food. first.

The walk towards the lake was a calm one, the silence only broken by the steady crunch of leaves under her feet. Once she finally arrived to her destination, Mary tossed her bag aside and plopped down on the grassy ground, not caring for grass stains (she had found out those were incredibly easy to remove with magic). Fishing her sketchbook and a pencil from her bag, the female quickly begun to sketch the lake and it's surroundings. Who would have guessed it wasn't that bad to wake up early.

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WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
WELOSTCONTROL

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•tags• anyone
•status• completed
•comments• eeeeh, lame post is lame
•word count• 446
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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