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patsan replied to your post “The Christmas special from season 2 of Downton Abbey was wonderful! I think I watched that episode one hundred times…okay, so maybe I watched that last scene one hundred times :P Everything I had been waiting two seasons for. And then the Christmas special from season 3 happened and I sat there stunned - haven’t been able to watch that episode again! I just pretend it never happened and Matthew is still off to war… Thanks for answering my questions!”

:( *hugs* Still not over it. It still gets me at times, even though I am mostly at peace with it now.

I think sometimes that I’m at peace with it, and then I actually think about it for a minute and it makes me sad and frustrated again.

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Anonymous asked: The Christmas special from season 2 of Downton Abbey was wonderful! I think I watched that episode one hundred times...okay, so maybe I watched that last scene one hundred times :P Everything I had been waiting two seasons for. And then the Christmas special from season 3 happened and I sat there stunned - haven't been able to watch that episode again! I just pretend it never happened and Matthew is still off to war... Thanks for answering my questions!

Wasn’t It????

I died.

and then Matthew died.

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Anonymous asked: 40 questions: 7, 12, 15 and 29 please. Thank you :D

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Stubborn, both of them, as stubborn as they come, and yet 2:00A.M. finds her padding through the kitchen, 2:02A.M. and she’s dragged a knit blanket off the opposite chair and sat beside his ankles, 2:09 and she’s laid gingerly beside him, exhausted, while maintaining what little distance she can on a sofa, 2:24 and his nose is buried in her collar, his arms draped around her hips, both of them fast asleep (much left unsaid, but the most important thing expressed in a way words could never manage.)

This is a snippet of a very short drabble in which Robin and Regina have a fight. I was quite proud of how succinctly it says almost everything of importance about OQ and their relationship. That eventually, despite all their obstacles, they trust in each other no matter what happens, and know that that trust and comfort will always be there, even when they’re at odds. That whatever fights they may have, they are still and always 100% safe in entrusting their hearts to each other.

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

For Downton Abbey, it was the Christmas Special from Season 2, forever robbed of its beauty by the Christmas Special from Season 3, in which they THREW HALF OF MY OTP UNDER A LITERAL BUS. I am still as you might see a tad bitter.

For OUAT, A Curious Thing, which is the be all and end-all of happy!Regina episodes, and therefore holds a special place in my heart. It also has one of the best OQ scenes and one of the best Regal Believer scenes and one of the best Snow Queen scenes ever on the show. So yeah. (But basically anything Regina-centric or honestly Jefferson-centric because I have a soft spot for Jefferson and I’m on board.)

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

In the Darkness, no arguments.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Urgh I can’t even imagine trying to imagine someone else’s frame of mind for their fic. This would be…fanfiction of fanfiction? (Or, in the case of OUAT, fanfiction of fanfiction of fanfiction? Too much meta-fanfiction for me)

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someonethatiamnot asked: 9, 10, 18, 28, 38

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

In the Darkness, for sure. And not for any magical reason, either. It’s the longest one, and therefore the hardest to organize/manage/keep up with and the hardest thing to get from point A to point B on the characters’ journey because it’s a long and complicated journey.

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Letters  which was a Downton Abbey fic that I wrote came from so much internalized thinking about the characters (and Mary Crawley in particular) that I thought of it and wrote it (by hand) in about 45 minutes, and then just typed it and did minor editing before posting.

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I use Scrivener, which is the best. It allows me to organize chapters, drafts, fragments, photos, ideas etc., and to have two windows open at once, which is useful when I’m writing from notes or outlines. It also has a full screen writing mode that I use a lot to avoid distractions, and to get in the right mood because you can have photo backgrounds for it.

I outline sometimes a lot and sometimes none at all…it really depends. I would call what I do…outlines…so much as notes? I write down basic scenes I thought of, or, more often, the core 3/4 lines of dialogue for the scene, or an imagine around which it will be based, and then I move the order around, sometimes before and sometimes after writing the whole thing.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Um so right now I’m reading more Outlaw Queen than anything else so…that’s what’s going to be listed here. But also, limiting to three is hard, so here are three that come to mind but there are MANY others who I love. 

ninzied (or nonsequiturvy on ffn.net) Writes OQ with an ease of always using enough words and never too many. I am in love with the alphabet series, which includes a few AU’s for OQ that are beautiful and heartbreaking and so well written. Also NEED the medical AU and Daughter to be finished up because WHAT HAPPENS TO MY BABIES NINA? There’s also a real honesty to the sort of mundane things of life that she makes comfortable and weighty and real and sweet, and a lot of images stick with me, Roland waking Robin from a nightmare, Regina sending Robin out to the grocery store, Regina crying with relief at not being pregnant from an unwanted husband in one of her AU’s, to name a few.

someonethatiamnot (or somewhereapart on ffn.net) OQ is always effortlessly intimate, and close and tender and HOT (you write smut very well, love) and in character but with something to be found that the show doesn’t give, some layer of interiority or thought that she adds, that’s so fun to read and discover. Really love her understanding of why Robin is important to Regina as more than just a “love interest” and how that comes through in her writing. She also writes a very interesting and well-rounded Robin, which is lovely to see, as I believe we all have a tendency to be in this a little more for Regina than for him. And takes the time to make the physical world and the surrounding characters of the story vivid and real.

@sgtmac7 who cannot be tagged for some reason??? (or sgtmac on ffn.net) Posts these long and beautiful and unique fics and I get to scan down more and more to read them but am still disappointed when they’re over. One of my favorites, which I can’t find at the moment, has to do with Regina going through magic withdrawal, and several others where something happens to the characters and I get to watch them react in-character to whatever it is, but not in a way that’s trite or full of tropes or boring, just thousands of lovely words of me going WHY isn’t OUAT longer and just a show about Regina and nothing else.

Side note: Why do you guys all have different tumblr and ffn.net urls? *sobs* we could’ve been tumblr buddies so long ago if I had known

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

I have some reliable reviewers for In the Darkness who always leave me several paragraphs, and I look forward to and devour them with delight, because I love love love hearing detail about what worked, what didn’t, what details struck them etc.

I also love when people reblog or post about my fics on tumblr, and just put reaction gifs or funny tags. That makes my day too. And yes we’ve established that I am weird and I read all the tags.

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ninzied asked: 2 & 6 :)

2. Favorite piece overall?

Actually probably have to go with Letters which was a Downton Abbey fic. (OQ shippers, that love story didn’t end very well they threw it under the bus, but I actually find Mary Crawley a fairly similar protagonist to Regina Mills, just adapted for time/situation/place, and I find the Matthew/Mary and Regina/Robin love stories to have many parallels). 

6. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

I’ve always wanted to adapt a book or well known story (like an Austen novel or something) for my OTP but I do not have the time, patience, or attention span for such an endeavor. 

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Mary/Matthew Secret Santa for Emily31594 (terribly sorry or the delay!)

Dear Emily,

Many many many apologies for the very belated submission!!! (I was travelling and had no steady internet until now agh!) but I do so hope that you can still enjoy this little Downton/HP cross-over Christmas piece I wrote for you! I saw that you also have a lot of HP on your blog, so I came up with this bit of M/M fluff and silliness ;)

I hope you have a truly lovely holiday, my dear, and again, my deepest apologies for the long wait! A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!! :D

Hogwarts, Christmas 1913.

The Hogwarts Express kept gathering speed and quickly disappeared from view into the snowy landscape that surrounded Hogsmeade train station, where only a few figures stood scattered around to wave off siblings and friends who were on their way home for the Christmas holidays.

It was freezing and Mary’s breath clouded the air around her head. She was the only one clad in an elegant black cloak with a silver clasp and a green striped scarf wrapped around her neck. No other Slytherin had bothered to come out here station for the sake of seeing off some annoying sibling.But she had wanted to bring Sybil herself, if only to enjoy one of those precious few moments she could catch with her youngest sister…

For Sybil was in Gryffindor.

Granny had nearly had a stroke when the news of Sybil’s sorting had reached home. In over five  generations there had been no Gryffindor in the House of Grantham. Some Ravenclaws, yes, even a Hufflepuff in 1806…

Sybil was special in many ways. She would spent this Christmas in Ireland with her boyfriend, Tom Branson. Another Griffindor. But Tom was an pure-blood at least, Aunt Rosamund had argued. And even Papa, after some struggle, seemed to take a grudging liking to the young wizard.

Now in her seventh and last year, Mary had chosen to stay at school over the holidays. The decision had made her feel very grown up and important. But now that the train had left without her, she almost wished that she had been on it.

Edith and Patrick had gone home to Downton together and Mary was sure that her sister would take advantage of her absence. Their family had long ago decided that Mary ought to marry her cousin Patrick, for the sole purpose of keeping the bloodline ‘pure’. Of course this could also be achieved if their cousin chose to marry Edith…

The small station was deserted by the time she pulled her cloak tighter around herself and turned to leave. Mary took one look over her shoulder and rolled her dark eyes in exasperation.

Matthew Crawley stood a few paces away from her, clutching a small suitcase in his right hand and a broomstick in the other. He was staring at her intently, his blue eyes uncannily bright in the snowy landscape.

Mary glowered at him.

He had threatened to stay behind, if she did. Sybil’s confounded boyfriend must have blabbed, otherwise he could not have known that she had lied to him. Or had he actually waited here all this time to see whether she would board the Hogwarts Express with her sister?

She had told him that she would, simply to get him to go home. Mary sighed heavily and dropped her gaze down to the muddy snow below her fine black leather boots, half hoping that he would just disappear and leave her alone. The dark curtain of her hair was blown around by a freezing gust of wind.

"I knew you were lying, you know.“

Mary couldn’t help herself and laughed unkindly at his words. “So?“ she spat, looking straight at him at last. He carefully edged closer, probably afraid that she might hex him. It had happened before. “You should have gone home.“ she chided more seriously.

Matthew’s smile was angelic and she grew irritated. His round cheeks were bright red with either excitement or bashfulness and she quickly fixed her eyes on the equally red scarf tied neatly around his neck. And he was wearing that look again…

That ridiculous, stupidly hopeful look which annoyed her to no end.

There had been only one kiss…two years ago, but Matthew had still not let it go, even though she had explained to him over and over why exactly there was no future for them as a couple.

At first, he had reacted with sulleness and hurt pride, as befitting many a sixteen year old wizard who had been rejected, but for some reason, he seemed to have gathered new hope since last summer. Mary had a horrible suspicion that Sybil might have told Tom something. The two boys were friends and room mates…

However, the fact that Matthew was a Gryffindor did not weigh in as much in her refusal to go out with him as one might think. No. The real problem was another…

Matthew’s father was a pure-blood, even distantly related to the House of Grantham as her father’s third cousin. Unfortunately, Reginald Crawley, a renowned medical wizard at St.Mungo’s hospital, had fallen in love with a muggle woman, a nurse working in a muggle hospital in Manchester.

The result was a half-blood wizard, not only with a muggle-born mother…but…how did Lyra Black put it? “He’s basically half-mudblood!“ The ugly word had hit Mary in the face like a slap. Once the rumours had started that she might be interested in a Gryffindor, the Slytherin girls had come down on her with a vengeance. Of course they had enjoyed the scandal immensely. 

"A muggle mother-in-law? Oh, lucky you!“ Griselda Goyle had sneered. “Your children would be one quater mudblood!“ Lyra had cried in horror. “Honestly, he looks more like a muggle than a wizard.“ Lucinda Malfoy had decided with a disdainful sniff…

Mary had wanted to hex them all into oblivion, but instead, she had told them roundly that it was all nothing but horrid gossip and if they didn’t cease their nagging, she would tell everyone about the time caught Lucinda in the broom closet with a sixth year Hufflepuff.

Blackmail was the most popular currency amongst Slytherins. And also the most effective…

"Won’t your mother miss you?“ Mary asked, ignoring the arm he offered, as she began to trudge the path back up to Hogwarts, her feet sinking in the snow with every step. She saw him flinch out of the corner of her eye. "Sorry.“ she muttered half loud, "I don’t actually wish to talk about your mother.“

"Why not?“ Matthew wondered, blinking at her with keen interest. Mary grimaced. She hated this. All of this. There was simply no right and no wrong anymore. Of course she knew what was considered proper, but she did not like to think of it like this. “Because of…reasons.“ she offered lamely.

The Hogwarts carriages, converted into sleights in winter, stood ready behind the station. When Matthew seemed to lag back, looking dumbly at nothing in front of the sleigh, Mary hesitated. Part of her was relieved that he did not seem to want to join her on the ride back up to school…whereas another part was incredibly put out.

"What is it?“ she demanded after all, haughtily rearranging her magnificent black cloak in her seat.

Matthew raised one hand and touched something in mid-air, shook his head and finally turned to climb into the seat next Mary, though there was plenty of space all around them. It occurred to her that they were truly all alone…

"You can’t see them, can you?“ He smiled sadly. "See whom?“ she asked testily. Instead of replying he stared down at the folded hands in his lap. And suddenly his bright red cheeks lost their vivid colour and all of his bashful excitement disappeared. Mary’s frown deepened, though she did not really want to ask what was wrong.

"I myself can only see them since the summer…“

She did not know what possessed her, but something in the way he spoke, in the way he cowered and hung his head, caused her left hand to withdraw from the warm interior of her heavy cloak and wrap all five fingers around the cold hand that trembled slightly on his right knee.

Matthew stared at their entwined fingers in awe, but as he gratefully flexed his hand around hers, the blessed touch was withdrawn again as quickly as it had appeared. Mary buried her hand back in her cloak and turned to look out at the vast expanse of the great lake as they raced past it, the weak winter sun gleaming ominously off the silvery surface.

The young wizard next to her cleared his throat. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade later?“

"No.“ Mary lied.

To her surprise, he left it at that and remained oddly silent for the whole rest of their journey. When the sleigh pulled up at the main gate of the castle, Matthew hopped out first and gallantly offered to aid her descend. Once more, she ignored him.

"Professor Dippet said the Three Broomsticks opened again.“ Matthew tried again unperturbed. The ancient village Pub had been shut down for nearly two weeks after a gang of trolls had found its way into the area and rampaged half the village.

Matthew followed her through the castle until he could go no further. At the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Mary turned around, irrationally angry at his puppyish bahaviour. “You should have gone home to your muggle mother…I don’t know why you think that things have changed, but they haven’t.“ Her voice was hard. “I have to concentrate on N.E.W.T.s and I…well, I don’t want to spend time with you. So just leave me alone.“

She did not wait for his reaction, though the flash of shock on his features had given her some indication. She nearly growled the password at the portrait in front of her. The entrance opened and she left him standing in the dark corridor without another world or look.

Lyra was lounging on one of the elegant green chairs in front of the fireplace, a magazine for witch’s fashion in her lap. “Oh dear, you look positively aweful.“ she greeted Mary, who took off the heavy cloak and gracefully settled in the chair across from the pug-nosed girl. Ever since she went out with Peregrin Parkinson, Lyra had become obsessed with her wardrobe…

"Someone followed me to the train station and back.“ Mary grumbled, then looked around for any trace of drink or treats in her vicinity.  If only they had serving house eleves here, like at Downton. Carson, their head house elf, would have offered her tea and mince pies a second after her return…

"Let me guess…Mudblood-Matthew, wasn’t it?“ Lucinda sneered from somewhere behind her. Mary glowered at the intruder. In the Slytherin common room, there seemed to be nothing useful to do but to eavesdrop, plot and meddle. If only she had half as much interest in other people’s affairs, she’d probably feel a lot more comfortable here.

The insult had cut her deeply, though she was careful not to show it. Considering how long it had taken to do away with all the rumours, she was not about to start them afresh. “Yes.“ Mary said blankly.

"Huh. I suppose he must be looking for some distraction these days.“ Lyra shrugged, then picked up her magazine again. Mary, who had wearily turned to the fireplace, looked back at her companion in confusion. "What?“ Lyra appeared to be confused in turn. "Oh please Mary, you must have heard of this…“ she said cryptically. Mary sat up straighter as Lucinda Malfoy took a seat next to them, her smile gleeful.

"His father died last summer. Hattie Prewett told me.“ 

Suddenly, the fire from the hearth had no power to warm her as an icy clump formed in Mary’s stomach. She had not heard. Nobody had told her. No one in her family had known…though that was probably not quite correct.

The truth was, nobody had cared.

A cousin of her father’s had died and no one had seen fit to go to the funeral or even mention him. Not since he’s been ousted from their family tree. ‘Blood traitors’ and ‘muggle lovers’ were not considered worth grieving over…

"Excuse me.“ Mary said mechanically and rose from her perch. Her emerald robes billowed behind her as she made to leave the Slytherin common room as soundlessly as a prowling cat. She went up to the elegantly furnished room she shared with four other girl and laid down on the silken covers to stare at the dark canopy overhead.

She had a lot of thinking to do, but fell asleep about an hour later. Nobody dared to wake her and so she sat up in bed on Christmas morning, her robes rumpled and her dark locks a dishevelled mess.

At the foot of her bed waited a large pile of presents. Mary ignored it.

* * *

Matthew was bend over his book, but today the words and sentences did not seem to make any sense in his brain at all. ‘Wizarding law’ and ‘Magical jurisprudence’ fascinated him, but on this particular day, it seemed as dull to him as paint. He winced.

Spending Christmas day in the library…was there anything more pathetic?

Mary must be right about him. He was behaving absurd! To follow her around and pester her…

One might think he was like…Stanislaw the Stalker here in Chapter 17…a wizard who used to creep after witches in the 19th century. The Wizengamot had tried and sentenced him to Azkaban in 1882.

He rubbed his bleary eyes, feeling a horrible sting at the memory of yesterday. Mary’s refusal. And the horses…thestrals...that he could see now, after what had happened in the summer.

Father.

Tom had wondered why he wasn’t going home to his mother, but there had been too many reasons to adequately explain this. Having grown up in a half-wizard, half-muggle household, he had always found it difficult to fit into any of the worlds completely. His mother had, immediately after dropping him off at King’s Cross this summer, taken a plane to Africa together with her sister and two of his muggle cousins.

She was a wonderful nurse, a wonderful mother…but she needed a lot of work to distract her these days. He had understood the impulse to go out into the world and to do something, but he had been unwilling to follow her there.

Professor Dippet once offered to transfer him to a wizarding school in South East Africa to be nearer to his family, but Matthew had refused. Back then, he had thought that he did not want to leave because he cared about his education in England. Or because he had all his friends here, but the truth was that Tom and William spent more time with their girlfriends nowadays and he could of course take his N.E.W.T.s anywhere in the world.

In the end, there was no point in deceiveing himself. The true reason for his staying behind was beautiful and imperious, with tea-coloured eyes, beautiful dark hair and a face like finest marble with a smattering of faint freckles…

His reason was clever, terribly witty and honest to the point of rudeness.

Rudeness and hatred.

No, that was not fair. She did not choose to hate him…she but she was made to hate what he was…which was somehow worse, because there was no way of changing it. He could not change who he was and how she perceived him. And he bloody well shouldn’t wish to… 

"Hello…again.“

The voice went through him like bolt of lightening, his quill flopped clumsily out of his fingers and onto the pristine page of the magical law book. “Merlin!“ he cursed, not sure whether he was panicking because he had ruined a library book, or because Mary Crawley had just crept up behind him.

Scourgify.“

They both turned to see whether Madam Clipp, the librarian, had witnessed the incident. The witch in question merely glowered at them for making noises and disrupting the calm sanctity of the library.

"Silence!“ she hissed disapprovingly.

Mary nodded towards the door, one of her hands resting on the sleeve of Matthew’s robes. He stared at her, utterly dazed for a minute, then finally regained his wits enough to gather up his parchments and ink and followed the elegant swish of dark hair and green silk out into the corridors.

"So…“ Once they were free to speak, Mary felt oddly tongue-tied. She was aware that she had his full attention. "So?“ Matthew prodded, a teasing glimmer in his blue eyes. Mary bit her lip from saying something mean. She hated it when he, or any boy really, got smug with her. "I just thought it’s stupid of you sulk alone in the library today.“

"Stupid?“ he baited, watching her intently from aside. Mary frowned. "Yes.“ she sighed. "I mean, what I said…it’s nothing personal. I hope you know that.“

Matthew did not know how to reply and merely tried to keep pace with her. He had no idea where she was leading him. The castle was eerily deserted at this season. “Here.“ Mary said blankly as she stopped short in front of…a naked stone wall. “What’s here?“ Matthew blinked in confusion. “The room.“ she shrugged when at second glance a heavy wooden door appeared out of nowhere.

There was no explanation for it, Matthew thought. She did not have her wand out and he had not heard a spell that would have accounted for this bit of magic. Nevertheless, he followed her willingly into the interior of the mysterious place.

Inside, it looked like a common room and for one wild moment Matthew imagined that he had been allowed into the Slytherin quaters. But there were no green and silver, none of the Hogwarts House colours or symbols, in fact. “This is our neutral ground.“ Mary explained as she walked slowly towards the fire place in one corner. When she turned around to look at him, Matthew was shocked to see her genuinely upset.

"I’d never get to see Sybil otherwise. We’re not in the same year..or house and she’s never without Tom or her mud…err…muggle-born friends.“ Her voice was tinged with bitterness and she quickly averted her gaze. "We meet here once in a while, just to catch up.“

Matthew edged closer, not quite sure how to react to this uncharacteristically emotional confession. He had never seen Mary Crawley as someone who would ‘miss’ another person, even if they were related. “Thank you.“ he uttered. “For showing me this.“ He threw his hand out nervously to gesture at the interior of the room.

"Don’t think too much of it.“ she said automatically, making it quite clear that she had regained her usual cold and careful composure. Matthew tried not to be perturbed. "May I sit?“ he asked politely.

For an instant it seemed as if Mary would say no, but when she shrugged delicatedly with only one shoulder, he took this to be a good sign. Even more so as she settled next to him on the comfortable two-seater. They were nearly swallowed by the large cushions.

Despite their cosy setting, there was an undeniable tension in the air.

After another charged minute of silence, Mary cleared her throught. “I’d thought about obliviating you.“ she admitted. He cast a nervous glance at the slender wand clutched tightly in her pale hand. Rose wood and dragon heart-string.

When had she drawn it?

Matthew licked his lips. “But…you didn’t do it.“ he pointed out, hoping that there was a good reason for this. To his relief, she smiled tentatively, though her expression was still guarded. “No, I didn’t.“

"It would have been futile, you know.“ he reminded her. "Next time I’d have seen you, here at school. Well, I would always have lov… “

His heartfelt words were cut short by a flick of her wand.

"Don’t say it!“ she hissed, and Matthew realize in horror that she had hexed his lips to be glued together. Panic gripped him for a second when he could not open his mouth, but he quickly forced himself to calm down and merely stared at her accusingly.

Mary hid her face behind both hands. “I know…but for Merlin’s sake, don’t say it.“ He could tell that she was fighting with issues that were very dark and very powerful. Whether it her family codex, social expectations or simply something within herself was difficult to tell.

The moment she looked at him again, Mary seemed to realize what a terrible thing she had just done and quickly passed her wand over his mouth again. “Finite incantatem.“ Matthew groaned with relief when the spell was lifted.

"I’d hoped that you would like to seal my lips…albeit in a more pleasant way.“ The cheekiness was not to be hexed out of him, Mary thought wrily, though part of her felt like laughing at his silliness. This was another thing she hated about him. Why did he have to make her so…

Happy. Ugh.

She cast her eyes upwards where they got stuck on something right above Matthew’s head. Seeing her disturbed demeanour, Matthew followed her gaze upwards. His mouth fell open.

"Did you..put it there?“ he croaked, his voice thick. "No!“ Mary hastened to deny. 

Out of nowhere, a sprig of mistletoe had appeared, dangling from the ceiling right over the couch where they had settled. “I only thought…“ Matthew mumbled, shaking his head. He had of course thought of kissing Mary. 

Why, he had hardly thought of anything else these past two years…

"The room did it!“ she said, blushing bright pink. It was designed to cater to its inhabitants’ every whim. Apparently, it had also detected the secret corners of her mind…

Matthew contemplated this idea. The strange room must have sensed his desire…but it was of no use if Mary did not want the same. “You don’t have to kiss me, you know. Just ignore it.“ he muttered, already sure that she would.

The fire crackled loudly in the background, so loudly in fact that it drew their attention. Its colour changed to a poisonous green as the flames slowly morphed into the shape of a head, hovering in the middle of the fire. “There you are! Mama wants to know if…“ the head grumbled, then halted.

"Edith!“ Mary gasped over her shoulder. But the floating head already squinted past her at the wizard perched on the couch. The head shrieked, "Oh dear! Is that…the mudblo…“

Quick as lightening, the rosewood wand had reappeared and with a forceful flick, the green flames in the fireplace were extinguished. Mary’s face was stony and pallid as she regarded the smoking embers. “She’ll tell them.“ It was a bleak statement, not a question.

Matthew tried to rise, adrenaline pumping through his limbs at the thought that Mary might get into serious trouble over this…over him. Yes, he wanted to be with her, more than anything…but he still wouldn’t suffer her being punished in any shape or form for his sake. “What can I do?“

Mary wordlessly held out her hand for him to help her up. “Nothing. It’s too late now.“ she determined. “It’s too late, darling.“ Her last words were whispered so quietly that Matthew did not trust himself to have heard correctly. Very slowly, he edge closer, letting himself be guided by the pull of her hand.

In her mind’s eye, Mary could see Edith gleefully rushing to their parents in order to let them know that their eldest daughter enjoyed an illicit affair with the half-blood Crawley. And she knew that it ought to bother her, that she ought to rush home and try to explain….

But then there was Matthew, who looked at her with such rapt attention, such earnest adoration, that she could hardly think past the simple urge to fall into his warm embrace, press her heart against the frantic beat of his…and indulge in the kiss she had secretly meant to steal from his lips all day…

Lips she had abused with her magic only minutes ago. Or perhaps hours ago? It did not matter…

Laughing in between kisses, she tipped them both over to fall back into the cosy haven of cushions. Matthew groaned helplessly when she straddle his legs, the fine silk of her witch’s robes sliding tantalisingly over the coarse cloth of his simple wizarding attire.

When her laughter died away, however, Matthew blinked at in plain disbelief, or rather, distrust. “Please…“ he entreated, “…don’t play with me.“ She could tell he was very serious with his plea. “I don’t deserve it…not from you.“

"Oh Matthew…“ She stroked a lock of blonde hair out of his forehead. "I’ve never played with you…and if I did, it wasn’t intentional.“ He nodded, accepting her words as he took the hand that had caressed his face and kissed it fervently.

Mary shuffled a little and laid her head onto his chest. “Will you be mine, then?“ he asked, seeking some kind of assurance that she wouldn’t push him away again in an hour. She looked up and kissed his chin. “Are you quite sure that you want me…with everything this would entail?“ Mary threw back at him, one eyebrow quirking up.

His answer was a hearty “Yes.“

"Then God help you.“ she breathed, shaking her head at his naive, besotted smile. Clearly, this idiot wizard had no idea what he was getting himself into. "My family will make your life a living hell from now on. Everyone will.“ The idea hurt her more than she could admit.

With both his hands, Matthew cradled her face, as if it were the most precious thing in the world to him. “They will make our life a living, together.“ he feared, otherwise unimpressed by her dire warnings. „And I’m not afraid.“ he said truthfully, though  he could tell that she was to some degree. “Because…I love you, Mary.“

It did not surprise him that she would not reply in kind. Even if she felt the same, he knew that she had never been allowed to speak of such matters so freely. They had taught her to control all tender feelings at any cost.

"Happy Christmas, Matthew.“ she whispered instead, though he wanted to imagine that the sweet intonation when she uttered his name meant nothing short of ‘I love you, too’. In the muggle world they said that miracles would often happen around Christmas. In the wizarding world, magic made the concept of ‘miracles’ obsolete.

But perhaps, just perhaps, he had just experienced one.

* * *

After two blissful hours of, admittedly, nothing more productive than the continued exchange of breathless kisses, they emerged from their hiding place. Mary’s stomach had rumbled around tea time and Matthew had laughed so hard at her mortified expression that she had used her wand on him again…

In the end, he barely felt those burn marks on his bottom when, to everyone’s astonishment, Mary Crawley of the House of Grantham took her seat next to him in the Great Hall for the much awaited  Christmas feast.

Mary felt everyone’s eyes on her and it wasn’t pleasant. Lyra and the other girls stared at her aghast from the other side of the one great table that all Houses shared for the holiday festivities. But she might as well have sat down at the Gryffindor table for all the dirty looks she was getting.

Traitor. Worse – blood traitor.

It was written all over their faces, and not just the Slytherins. Even some of the teachers looked irritated. Professor Dippet cleared his throat to stop the harsh buzz of whispers all around the table. While he wished them all a happy Christmas, Mary was ready to make a run for it…

But then, the look on Matthew’s face arrested her. He stared them down, Slytherins, teachers, ghosts…everyone who dared to sneer at their new, tentative bond. Mary bit back a laugh and mirrored his attitude instead. She raised an eyebrow at Lucinda Malfoy, daring her to speak up…

So defiant was their stance that their audience quickly turned  to busy itself with more pleasant matters, such as the heaps of delicous food which magically turned up on silver platters in front of them as soon as the Headmaster had clapped his hands.

"Do you mind terribly?“ Matthew mumbled after a while. "What?“ she wondered, speaking through a mouthful of turkey and stuffing. He smiled at her, half amused, half sad. "All the…well, attention you’ll get from now on.“ For an instant Mary considered lying, but if she had one particularly un-Slytherin-like quality to her character, it was her honesty.

"Not…terribly.“ she negotiated, pulling a face nevertheless. He nodded and they ate in silence. To Mary’s left sat a blonde witch, her brown robes rather threadbare. "I’m Anna.“ she said, her blue eyes resting on Mary with a mixture of fascination and doubt.

Mary frowned at her pudding. This was difficult. Was she expected to befriend all Gryffindors now that she was…seeing one herself? “Mary Crawley.“ she offered reluctantly. The blonde witch laughed. “Oh, I know.“ She stood to scrape the last of the brandy cream out of a bowl. “We’re in Herbology, Charms and Care-of-Magical Creatures together.“ There was a mild note of accusation in Anna’s voice, though it was softened by the friendly twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh.“ Mary blushed and quickly turned back to Matthew who had observed their exchange with interest. "Anna is in the same year as you.“ he explained rather redundantly. Mary huffed. "Yes, well…I’m still not going to avow my own House, because of…this.“ She waved a hand out between them. And if he expected her to become a part of his ‘circle’ now, he was sorely mistaken!

After dinner, the students dispersed for their various different Christmas activities. Some exhanged gifts, others stood under the vast Hogwarts Christmas tree to sing carols, with more or less skill. Others made their way back up to their common rooms. When Mary walked past a group of Slytherins, she hope dearly to be ignored. “Howler’s already on the way, I reckon.“ someone hissed and giggled.

The ‘M’ word fell repeatedly.

Lyra, unwilling to take part in the bashing of her friend, shooed the group towards the exit of the hall. Slytherins usually preferred the private luxuries of their dungeon to the rest of the school…

Matthew stood right behind her, though his face did not give away whether he had witnessed the unhappy exchange or not. He looked nervous.

"Let’s go outside.“ Mary suggested. They summoned their cloaks and turned their backs on the rest of the Christmas party. He was still silent when they walked through the inner courtyard of the castle, illuminated by hundreds of torches now that night had fallen.

Snow was falling very slowly all around them, adorning Mary’s long, dark hair with glittering flakes here and there. This seemed to distract Matthew from his brooding, at least momentarily. He raised one hand to touch a single flake and his fingers somehow found their way into the heavy mass of chocolate hair. “Beautiful.“ he said almost reverently.

Heat shot into Mary’s cheeks, despite the cold air around them. “I can finally put it up in spring, when I turn seventeen.“ she said by means of distraction, though there was also a hint of womanly pride in this casual remark. “In spring…“ Matthew whispered. Mary nodded, not quite able to follow the trail of his unspoken thoughts…

Together, they ambled on. “Do you know…you’ll have so many new legal rights when you’re seventeen.“ Matthew said after a while. “Of course I know.“ Mary scoffed. “Doing magic at home, getting my license to apparate…“

"Marrying.“ he added quietly.

She nearly fell over her own feet, but caught herself at the last moment and halted abruptly.

"That’s not…well, I’m…“ she fumbled for words. "Most of all…I can’t wait to be able to travel. Papa promised me a new broom if I do well in my N.E.W.T.s. A Nimbus 1913. It’s divine!“ Rather unsubtle, she thought, but a change of subject usually worked.

Matthew nodded slowly. “Divine.“ he agreed drily and noticed that she seemed to steer them back towards the main building. Shortly before they reached the entrance, it broke out of him despite his best efforts to keep silent. “Sybil said you will marry your cousin.“

There was a fifty percent chance that she would simply turn on her heel and leave him standing in the snow with his impertinent questions and his sad blue eyes…but Mary had made the conscious decision not to.

"Yes.“ she sighed. The snow had slowly drenched his hair into a dark-blonde mess, half plastered to his head. The corners of his mouth drooped visibly, giving him the look of a muggle puppy dog, like the ones she had seen on the streets of London. "You…love him?“ he asked, his light eyes on the snowy ground below.

"No.“ Mary groaned, rolling her eyes as if he had just asked the most oafish question imaginable. "But it is expected…“

Matthew heaved a great shuddering sigh and licked his lips, suddenly tensed as if he had been injected with a shot of Madam Druid’s ‘Pepper-up-Potion’. “Then marry me!“ he intoned, cheeks pink and eyes wide with expectation. She frowned. “Didn’t you listen? I said, it is expected that I marry Patrick…and even if I were free to choose someone else…“ The words trailed off, leaving the unspoken, dreadful truth hanging in the icy air around them.

Snow flakes gathered in his brows and lashes, until he blinked again. Rapidly, eagerly. “Times are changing.“ he argued, though Matthew was aware that he spoke more out of despair than actual conviction. It might be a modern age of magic they lived in now, but some obstacles were simply insurmountable…

"Matthew.“ she breathed softly. One of her warm hands came out of the thick wooly cloak to touch his cheek. "Don’t be silly.“ He sighed and closed his eyes. "I’d never push you. But…promise me you’ll consider me at least. Please, promise.“

Mary shivered, her body cooled out from their lengthy walk. She saw his lips move almost inaudibly and a moment later, she felt a cloud of warmth engulf her. He must have cast a charm to warm her.

She smiled. “Alright…I promise.“

His tense expression brightened immediately and she had a terrible feeling that it would have been kinder to tell him now that having a bit of a dalliance in their school days was fine, though already questionable, but marriage…marriage was entirely out of the question!

The House of Grantham would go up in flames like a dried up Christmas tree in a dragon’s cave.

She took his hand and he squeezed it gratefully, leading them back into the safe enclave that was Hogwarts. In here, they could be whatever they wanted to be…but out there, in the real wizarding world, matters were decidedly different.

"Shall we go back to…the room?“ he asked hopefully, his voice quite hoarse. Mary laughed. "Isn’t it a bit late, darling? What sort of witch do you think I am?“ she breezed, one eyebrow raised up disapprovingly. Blushing dark red, he started to ramble a string of apologies and explanations until she flung her arms around his neck and shut him up with a thorough kiss.

Still smiling, she led him by the hand until they found themselves in front of the mysterious door again. He gaped at her dumbly. “Happy Christmas, Matthew.“ she grinned and pulled him inside before a group of Fifth Year Hufflepuffs turned around the corner.

What happens at school, stays at school, Mary thought as she allowed herself to enjoy the rest of this Christmas night, wrapped in Matthew’s cloak, his strong embrace and his eager kisses. They spoke for hours of things they had never told anyone else in their entire lives and found that perhaps there was also magic in the simple proximity of two souls that felt inexplicably whole now, as if they had belonged together always.

When he asked her again, Mary shushed him. “Spring.“ she promised. That’s when she would give him her answer and he seemed to accept this, happy now that he had a date to look forward to.

Sighing, Mary turned her pale face up for another kiss, and thanked Merlin that it was still deepest, darkest winter…

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patsan:


"… and so everyone shall receive a gift," Mary concluded looking around the room.
"Everyone? But what if one is not inclined toward the art of writing fanfiction?" Violet inquired from her seat.
"There’s always images, granny, and all kind of gifsets and photosets, and of course there’s videos and poetry as well."
"And don’t forget random lists of recs, or scans from the companion books or she script books, or even a compilation of fanvideos could be a nice thing to give," Matthew pointed out.
"Precisely," Mary said smiling. "The main thing is to give something, that we love and we think the other person could love too, and that maybe costs us some little work. It doesn’t matter if it’s a ficlet or a graphic or just a list of our favourite things."
"It could be a fanmix, then!" Rosamund excaimed, now on the edge of her seat.
"Of course it could be," Robert replied. "I think what Mary is trying to say is that everyone can partecipate, and everyone can give, and in the end what matters it’s that everyone receives a little bit of love, isn’t that right, darling?"
"Quite right, Papa," Mary agreed, glad that her idea had been welcome.
She caught Matthew’s eyes from the other side of the room. He was smiling now. “I told you,” he mouthed, looking up at her as walked to him and sat down.
She reached for his hand. “You did indeed,” she said, and grinned, leaning toward him on the couch as he kissed her cheek.
*

I have my own personal Christmas idea for my lovely followers, if time will indeed agree with me, but since it seems like the idea of Secret Santas is quite popular this year in the fandom, I figured, why not to have a Matthew&Mary version of it?
So, how does it work?
What to give: whatever you have to offer. You like to write? Then a Christmas themed ficlet would be perfect. You love to make graphics or gifset? Then that’s it. You make videos? Then a short one would be fantastic. But it can also be a list of your favourite MM fics, with why they are your favourite and why anyone should read them, or of favourite MM fanvideos, with some word for every of them. Do you have a list of songs that never fail to make you think about MM, about specific moments of their story? Then create a fanmix, and that’s your gift. It has to be something you have to do a little work on in order to create the perfect gift.
How to partecipate: reblog this post and you’re in :) You can also like and reply, but only reblogs would mean “I want to be a part of it”. By reblogging you promise you will give another fan your own personal MM gift. No requests allowed, it’s a surprise, even in that regard :P
The deadline: Saturday, November 30. It’s a very short time, I know, but the matching and then the creation of the gift will take some time. Better act fast!
What happens after the deadline: within a few days all the nicknames of the people who have reblogged this post will be put together and I’ll randomly assign every person on the list to another one who reblogged the post. The assignation will be random. You will receive a private message from me comunicating the name of the person you were assigned- be sure to have your ask option enabled!
 After that… it’s your turn!
If you don’t know the person who’s assigned to you, you will have all the time (and all the more reason!) to check on their blog and see what they like, but do not reveal that you’re their Secret Santa!.
Try to make the gift as personal as you can, but above all, get involved, let your ideas run wild and put your heart into it :)
On Monday 23rd December you will submit your gift to that person, revealing that it’s for the MM fandom secret santa.
On Christmas day the recipients will make the submission public (and share the love!) unless the giver esplicity asks to keep it private for whatever reason.
If you have doubts/questions, just drop me a line, I’ll tag every reply and every new post about this idea with “MM fandom secret santa”.
Feel free to spread the love!
:)

patsan:

"… and so everyone shall receive a gift," Mary concluded looking around the room.

"Everyone? But what if one is not inclined toward the art of writing fanfiction?" Violet inquired from her seat.

"There’s always images, granny, and all kind of gifsets and photosets, and of course there’s videos and poetry as well."

"And don’t forget random lists of recs, or scans from the companion books or she script books, or even a compilation of fanvideos could be a nice thing to give," Matthew pointed out.

"Precisely," Mary said smiling. "The main thing is to give something, that we love and we think the other person could love too, and that maybe costs us some little work. It doesn’t matter if it’s a ficlet or a graphic or just a list of our favourite things."

"It could be a fanmix, then!" Rosamund excaimed, now on the edge of her seat.

"Of course it could be," Robert replied. "I think what Mary is trying to say is that everyone can partecipate, and everyone can give, and in the end what matters it’s that everyone receives a little bit of love, isn’t that right, darling?"

"Quite right, Papa," Mary agreed, glad that her idea had been welcome.

She caught Matthew’s eyes from the other side of the room. He was smiling now. “I told you,” he mouthed, looking up at her as walked to him and sat down.

She reached for his hand. “You did indeed,” she said, and grinned, leaning toward him on the couch as he kissed her cheek.

*

I have my own personal Christmas idea for my lovely followers, if time will indeed agree with me, but since it seems like the idea of Secret Santas is quite popular this year in the fandom, I figured, why not to have a Matthew&Mary version of it?

So, how does it work?

  • What to give: whatever you have to offer. You like to write? Then a Christmas themed ficlet would be perfect. You love to make graphics or gifset? Then that’s it. You make videos? Then a short one would be fantastic. But it can also be a list of your favourite MM fics, with why they are your favourite and why anyone should read them, or of favourite MM fanvideos, with some word for every of them. Do you have a list of songs that never fail to make you think about MM, about specific moments of their story? Then create a fanmix, and that’s your gift. It has to be something you have to do a little work on in order to create the perfect gift.
  • How to partecipate: reblog this post and you’re in :) You can also like and reply, but only reblogs would mean “I want to be a part of it”. By reblogging you promise you will give another fan your own personal MM gift. No requests allowed, it’s a surprise, even in that regard :P
  • The deadline: Saturday, November 30. It’s a very short time, I know, but the matching and then the creation of the gift will take some time. Better act fast!
  • What happens after the deadline: within a few days all the nicknames of the people who have reblogged this post will be put together and I’ll randomly assign every person on the list to another one who reblogged the post. The assignation will be random. You will receive a private message from me comunicating the name of the person you were assigned- be sure to have your ask option enabled!

After that… it’s your turn!

If you don’t know the person who’s assigned to you, you will have all the time (and all the more reason!) to check on their blog and see what they like, but do not reveal that you’re their Secret Santa!.

Try to make the gift as personal as you can, but above all, get involved, let your ideas run wild and put your heart into it :)

On Monday 23rd December you will submit your gift to that person, revealing that it’s for the MM fandom secret santa.

On Christmas day the recipients will make the submission public (and share the love!) unless the giver esplicity asks to keep it private for whatever reason.

If you have doubts/questions, just drop me a line, I’ll tag every reply and every new post about this idea with “MM fandom secret santa”.

Feel free to spread the love!

:)

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I’m sorry about that. I think what emerged is that it’s an unwritten rule that you’re not supposed to die on British television on Christmas Day.

Dan Stevens

No shit Sherlock

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