She was so, so lovely. You’d be pining for Mary ever since fourth year, much to everyone else’s exasperation (especially Lily's). Mary McDonald was pretty, and she knew it. God, she knew it. You simply could never look away from her. She could do anything - and you were just transfixed on her high cheekbones and glossy lips. She was beautiful. Mary just looked amazing. All. The. Goddamn. Time. It was driving you mad. and everyone else around you too. The only one who didn't seem to notice, was her. One evening she came back from a particularly gruesome Quidditch practice, still in her quidditch gear. You’d be waiting up for her in the common room, lounging on one of the sofas.