enchanted | james potter

rock 'n' roll suicide

" oh, no, love, you're not alone. you're watching yourself, but you're too unfair. you got your head all tangled up, but if i could only make you care. "

Mary didn't tell anyone she was leaving. That night, she packed her trunk full of her clothes and memorabilia of her life in London she wanted to keep, and then left the house.

She didn't know where she was going, all she knew was she had to leave.

Using her muggle money she'd been saving since she was a teenager, she used it to pay for a cab to Stansted Airport where she bought a ticket to the soonest flight there was which was to Amsterdam.

Mary sat on the planewith her cassette player playing 'Rock 'n' Roll Suicide' by David Bowie through her headphones, her passport, a picture of all her friends in her coat pocket, and about £321 in cash.

As the plane took, she watched the landscape of England become smaller, understanding that more time went on, the further away she was becoming from her friends. She thought that maybe what she was doing was reckless, maybe she should tell at least one person where she was, but she was sick of living by a book - she wanted to be free of anything tying her down. She wanted to leave all the trauma that happened in England and start over somewhere far away.

Without a clue of what she was going to do or stay, Mary ventured into the city streets of Amsterdam. It was fairly empty as it was still very early morning and most of the shops were closed, apart from a small bakery. She was confused as to why a bakery would be open at 5AM, but she went in nonetheless.

It was cosy, quaint, and empty - unsurprisingly - the only sign of someone else in the building was the clattering of pans in the other room behind the counter.

Mary felt a bit awkward being in there on her own, they probably weren't expecting any customers at this time. She contemplated leaving and finding somewhere to stay, but she was absolutely starving.

"Oh! You startled me." Mary whipped around to presumably the owner of the bakery, her hand was clutching a tea towel that was held to her chest. She spoke in an English accent, which surprised Mary.

"I'm sorry, this was the only place open I could find." Mary swayed nervously on her feet.

The woman glanced at the suitcase beside Mary, understanding that she had been travelling, "What will you be having?" She smiled at Mary, gesturing to the stood at the counter.

"A cappuccino and..." Mary stalled as she glanced at the chalkboard menu above the woman, "I'll have a cream cheese bagel, please."

"Coming up." The woman smiled as she turned the coffee machine on and prepared her food, "You come from England?" She asked, cutting the seeded bagel in half.

"Yeah, just landed not too long ago."

"On holiday?"

"Umm, no, I'm actually moving here." Mary said.

"Oh wow, here in the city?" The woman handed Mary her mug full of coffee.

"I'm actually not sure."

"So, you have no place?" She leaned against the counter that the bagel in the toaster was on. Mary shook her head, "I'd tell you that's a stupid idea, but I did a similar thing when I moved here."

Mary giggled at the woman's bluntness, it reminded her of Marlene's.

"What did you do?" Mary asked.

"Well, I went and found family I had here," Mary felt disappointed, she thought that she could get idea on what to do, "I'm assuming you don't have any family here." The woman said, observing her customer's reaction.

Mary shook her head, "Not really."

"What's your name?"

"Mary. Mary Macdonald."

She nodded, "I'm Anna."

The toaster dinged and she started to spread the cream cheese on the bagel, thinking for a moment. It wasn't until she gave Mary her food on a plate that she spoke, "I have a spare room in my flat upstairs. You can stay there until you find a place." She offered.

"Are you sure?" Mary asked, the woman nodding, "Thank you so much, that's very kind of you."

. . .

Mary had soon gotten herself set up in Anna's spare room, she learnt that she was only 3 years older than her, and she soon worked out that she was a muggle.

"Tell me about yourself." Anna asked as they sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner.

Mary wasn't too sure on how to tell her about herself without mentioning magic or how much she wanted to tell her, "Well, um - I'm an only child, I'm from England, but I went to a boarding school in Scotland. Then, I lived just a bit outside of London, and now I'm here."

Anna nodded, "Why did you move here?"

"I had a lot of stuff going on in my personal life that was just... I don't know, I just wanted to get away from it. The soonest flight I could get was to here, so that's what I did."

"So you just picked up and left everything at home?"

"I guess so. I kinda just want to start off fresh in a new place."

"Will you ever go back?" Anna asked.

Mary took a second to think, "I don't think so."

(A/N; im sorry for doing this, but i find the idea of mary leaving england and the magical world after the war SO interesting.)