Mackenzie MacDonald just wants to mother everyone.

WARDED TO LILY:

Hello there, sweetheart. I stopped by the cottage earlier to see if Mary wanted to run out and have dinner with me because Magnus was working late, I was going to invite you along as well, but she said you were still at work. Because of this, I'm calling in a favour in insisting we have tea sometime soon to catch up, because we haven't talked in quite some time. By the way, I sent Mary back home with some chinese food for you, so make sure you eat!

[OOC: more wards might be added later, but I just have to figure out something first.]

WARDED TO PEGGY AND TOMMY:

So, I've heard you two have wedding plans in the near future? As well as a little one of your own on the way, yeah?

WARDED TO MAGNUS:

How old were we when we decided we wanted to have children? We actually talked about it before we were married, yes? Or at least the fact that we wanted lots of children even if we only had Mary, right? Correct me if I'm wrong, but we didn't go about it all willy nilly and then when it did happen keep it a secret for months and months and months, did we? I don't understand it. I sometimes don't understand these children, though, I'm sure they'd balk at the prospect of me calling them such, even though they surely act like them at times. And then our daughter has to go and practically lie by an omission when I had once before flat out asked her about this. So now, instead of dragging out old our old baby things for Maebh and Ciaran eventually - they're expecting by the way; you remember the Finnegans, don't you? - I'm now going to have to ensure that Tommy Brown and Peggy aren't going to be going into this all blindly.

WARDED TO 78ERS & 79ERS THAT FALL UNDER 'MAC'S CHILLUNS':

It's been quite some time since most of us have talked, loves. How is everyone doing, as of late? Yes, I expect a report on each and every one of you, so spare no details.

WARDED TO DMLE:

I can't sleep so I'm baking. Any requests?

Onwards and upwards, I'd like to think.

WARDED TO MACDONALDS:

If Mary hasn't already told you or you've found out otherwise, there was an attack on Hogwarts. I'm fine and should be no worse for the wear after I get to Mungo's. Once I'm done here at the office, meet me there, Mag?

WARDED TO DMLE, EXCL. TRAINEES & SECRETARIES:

Anyone remember that anonymous tip we got about Tarquin McTavish scamming people over supposed faulty Dark magic detectors? Well, it turns out there was a bit more to it than that. Leo and I went over to his flat in Aberdeen to check it out a bit ago and on top of finding out the Dark magic detectors were nothing more than broken & doctored Wirelesses, we found that he had a Muggle trapped in a tea pot. Yes, you just read that properly: Muggle. In a teapot. I don't get how this sick bastard

We brought him in and he's currently being processed into our system and all, and I've already sent word down to Level 3 that we're going to need an Oblivator on this eventually. The victim is currently being checked over at Mungo's, though, before we get a statement from them and include anyone else. Seems like it's still squarely in our jurisdiction over here with the Hitwizard office, but figured I'd make this knowledge available to everyone should that change with any sort of evidence that might come about.

Any takers for who'd like to try and get hold of some family member to alert them to this all, or have I gone and brought it upon myself by asking?

WARDED TO MAGNUS:

Don't stay up for me, love. Pretty sure I won't be out of here before the crack of dawn, at the earliest.

I hope you can referee drunk this weekend for Mary's Quidditch game, because it's going to happen. Or if nothing else, you can referee them and me as I see if I can still drink an entire bottle of firewhisky and bake.

WARDED TO MARY & SHERLOCK:

Yesterday appears to have been a busy day all around and while I could touch base on quite a few things with the two of you, I think it would be in everyone's best interest to deal with what happened yesterday afternoon, lovies. It probably goes without saying that none of us actually need any sort of graphic reminder, but perhaps we can take a few preventive steps to ensure something along these lines doesn't happen ever again.

You both know that you are always welcome over here, but it could do us some good to maybe open up a line of communication in regards to visits. I'm not suggesting you need to schedule an appointment before coming over, but a wee bit of notice could be nice. Your father and I have gotten used to the thought of it being just us in the house again if that wasn't evident by, Mary. Or, conversely, knocking on the front door could work, dears! I don't want either of you to ever feel unwelcome over here, whether it's only I, Magnus or both of us except when, but taking things into account? These sort of measures can ensure we don't have a repeat of yesterday.

WARDED TO FEMALE DMLE MEMBERS, EXCL. TRAINEES & SECRETARIES:

Perhaps this pales in comparison to some of the other uproars going on, but you know how they say walking in our your parents having sex is traumatising? I think it might be even more traumatising to have your daughter and her boyfriend walk in on you having sex.

Spring will be coming soon and I, for one, cannot wait for the opportunity to get back out into my garden.

WARDED TO LUCIUS MALFOY:

You'll have to excuse me for not writing to you earlier, Mr Malfoy, because I do feel there is a discussion that we need to have. Don't think that I've made no mention of your mudslinging in days prior means that I've overlooked it entirely. It's visible your position in the International Magical Office of Law permits you the time to sit around and write inflammatory statements, then dissolve into pointless arguing, but I've been a bit busier than that, so yet again, you'll have to excuse me.

Furthermore, I have no want to make any sort of exposed scene as what you were obviously aiming for in making that baseless remark where it could be seen by others. Hence this being for your eyes and my own, because I would think a man like yourself wouldn't care to go about bickering in public like a child every chance he gets. Your actions in the past have shown otherwise, but I'd be tickled pink to see you exercise such discretion in the future. Wow me, as I'm sure we could all benefit from it.

Now that that's been addressed: Aside from the fact that you seem to try and be a thorn in the side of the institution that is the DMLE at every turn, you are not a member of the like. You are not an Auror. You are not a Hitwizard. You are not a departmental Head. Therefor, it does you no good - and quite makes you look like a fool - to go about as if you have enough insight into the politics of such. Certainly not in regards to making an allusion to myself or my daughter as unhinged. You are not someone with whom I've aligned myself with and am fine with keeping it that way, but I won't stand here while you try to defame my character or hers. Act your age, Mr Malfoy, because while you may be a considerable deal younger than me? I'd have thought seven years at Hogwarts to act on such insolent urges would be more than enough for anyone.

While we are at it? Perhaps you should take a moment to notice that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would be that much more effective if we didn't have to waste time dealing with jejune antics such as your own. Feel free to feed me some codswallop about how you're only concerned for the general populace, but if I were to ever find out that you had any interests other than your own at hand I might die from shock.

WARDED TO MARY:

What's wrong, love? And don't tell me that there is nothing wrong, because in case you haven't noticed we mothers tend to have a nose for sniffing things like this out. Just the other day you told me that you were shaken up by the fact that Peggy may or may not be pregnant - has she found out with a certainty yet? - while at the same time publicly discussing your thoughts on contraceptives and other aspects this touches on. Then today I see that you've decided to bring about an open discussion on the definition of love. Call me overbearing and nosy, if you'd like, sweetheart. but it won't change the fact that I'm beginning to suspect there's something you're not telling me.

These past few months have not been easy for anyone, and I can understand how stress might be getting to you. However, that shouldn't change the fact that I am always here to talk should you need to. Is something the matter between you and Sherlock?

WARDED TO SHERLOCK:

Don't think I haven't noticed that we haven't talked much lately, or, at least, not since that night I came over to tell you about Mycroft. I did tell you that things would be fine, did I not, dear? Anyway, this is not me looking for you to tell me I'm right on any sort of count, but to ask how things are since the ruling. Are you eating enough? How is Mary?

WARDED TO DMLE, MINUS MARY & TRAINEES:

I need someone to come meet me near the entrance of Diagon. I've no idea how I've ended up here and as such, have no idea if I'm in any state to make my way back to the Ministry.

The last thing I can clearly remember is meeting with Augustus Rookwood for coffee at this cafe a few lanes over, like we do every Thursday at lunch. And from there it's blurry not entirely clear.

Thank you.

WARDED TO MAEBH, MAIREAD, IONA, ALICE, MILLIE, JOEY AND DORCAS:

Ladies, we're all going to have a Girl's Night Out; I'm decreeing it. We all need it about now, for a million and two reasons. No husbands, no boyfriends, no children, no talk of all that's been happening. Just a group of females out on the town ignoring the fact that they are no longer teenagers. We could go to dinner. Or out to a pub. Or I'm entirely open to suggestions, but this does need to happen.

I've got my entire family and Magnus's that will be spending quite a bit of time with us next week, so if nothing else? You all owe this to me as a favour, because I'm sure there's an unpaid one or two that each of you have hanging over your head. Yes, I'm being selfish, if that's what it takes to get this to happen.

So when is everyone free? And should we make any other additions to what will certainly be a festive night? Oh and Dorcas, I don't think I've gotten the chance to say so personally with all that's been going on, but brilliant idea, dear, with all of that. You know you've got my full backing and support.

WARDED TO MILLIE:

I'm not expecting you to go along with this willingly, especially with what's happened as of late, but that's all the more reason I'm going to insist you come along. We can arrange to have Mary, and even Magnus if you'd like, go over and keep Greta, Barney and Birdie company. You need a bit of careless fun and I'm not taking no for an answer, Millicent Enid Bagnold.

WARDED TO AUGGIE:

I know I was a bit busy last week with Mary, but I certainly hope you can forgive me enough to pick back up on our schedule. As in, we're still on for coffee Thursday and it's your turn to pay, my friend.

WARDED TO MARY:

I'm going to need your help in a covert mission, one that if you choose to join me in? Your father must not know about. He found my hiding place for presents last year - again - and short of using a nasty hex on these for this year or warding him out of our bedroom, I need to find somewhere to store these until Christmas morning. I'm thinking the attic near his old Quidditch gear, because Lord knows he hasn't been up there to get it like he's said he needs to do for the past ten years.

WARDED TO THE SAVAGES:

I just wanted to thank you both for everything over recent times. You for actually seeing to Mary's healing, Mycroft, and you for just being there for her, Sherlock. In one way or another, you could both say you were only attending to your duties as Healer and boyfriend, but it means a lot to me. Thank you, boys.

That being said, would you two like to join in on dinner with my family and Magnus's as well on Christmas Eve? Nothing too fancy, but we'd love to have you come along. I understand if you already have plans with your own family, but it wouldn't feel right not extending the invitation.

WARDED TO 78ERS, MINUS SLYTHERINS

Who wants to help me pack up some biscuit gift baskets and gingerbread houses this upcoming weekend? I've got quite a few I need to get done before it comes time to deliver them to the right people. Don't worry, I'm not asking you all to do this without pay - all the biscuits you can eat and I'll be making lunch or dinner, depending on when exactly we can get people together for this. Thanks to you all in advanced, loves.

And Greta dear, this is your notice of our raincheck to bake ourselves silly.

WARDED TO JOEY AND GAWAIN:

So I'm not sitting over here holding my breath, and that wasn't a jab at you two and your competence, but by now you're probably waiting for me to ask again: anything new with that all?

I'm thinking of replacing the architecture of my house so that everything is made out of gingerbread, sweets and royal icing. Or perhaps not, because I can only imagine that it would take Magnus and our dogs a good hour or two to eat through the entire thing. Apparently I'll have to be content with making smaller versions of it, which isn't too bad in the long run, because not to toot my own horn? But I do make a mean gingerbread.

WARDED TO MARY:

Hello, dearest. I was wondering if we could have a bit of a talk?

WARDED TO DMLE, MINUS MARY AND SHERLOCK:

Who is free to meet me in the training room to hex the shite out of each other for some sparring or a duel? There's got to be some takers amoung you lot.

WARDED TO SHERLOCK:

Hello there, Sherlock. How are you doing lately? We haven't spoken in quite some time, it seems. It seems that my daughter doesn't want to have any sort of constructive conversation, but I'm hoping maybe you could help me clear up a few things.

WARDED TO MILLICENT:

I know you've probably got your hands full with Greta back home with dragonpox, but think maybe you could squeeze in lunch with an old friend sometime soon, Mrs Bagnold?

I've been so busy this year I've barely been able to pay any attention at all to Quidditch season. As it stands I'm not even sure what the standings are, for the first time in at least eighteen or so years. So who wants to give me the wonderful news that my Prides are sweeping the field?

WARDED TO MARY & SHERLOCK:

Hello, dears. I hope you're both doing well since I saw you last. Don't worry, I'm not bearing any sort of advice, guidance in life or anything like that. Simply making mention that I don't think dinner will be happening again this week. If you'd like I could still cook you both something, but it appears that Magnus has started showing signs of dragonpox since I came home from work tonight. Last thing we need is anyone else catching it.

I'm not sure if you are back at the cottage with Lily, Mary, or staying with Sherlock still, but I figured to tell you this so you don't come crash this way. If by some chance either of you start to get symptoms, please don't be an idiot like this one now whinging in bed and ignore them.

WARDED TO MAIREAD, MILLICENT & IONA:

They grow up far too fast. And complain too much.

I hope your broods are all doing well and staying out of all of this; how is Birdie doing, Millicent?

WARDED TO GRETA:

Happen to have a worthwhile chicken noodle soup recipe, love? I can't find mine and really don't feel like using the one I've got from Mr MacDonald's mum, as I'm not entirely sure I trust it with some of these ingredients it calls for.

All of this that is going on as of late, and I haven't even got a moment to truly deal with any of it. Why is this, you ask? My husband has seen to somehow find himself infected with dragonpox. You would think a man his age could at least function somewhat while running a slight fever and all of that, but no, you would think he's on his death bed.

Here's to hoping I don't come down with it as well, because that would not be welcome in the least. Fingers crossed, both for me and everyone who hasn't come down with it yet. After this week alone, I think I need a vacation.

WARDED TO MARY:

What is this little snot on about?

WARDED TO PEGGY & DAVY:

Now that everything has quieted down, I think the three of us need to have that talk I mentioned.

WARDED TO SHERLOCK:

What are you doing this Thursday, dear? If you think you can spare some time away from work, Mr MacDonald and I would like to invite you over to a dinner with he, Mary and I.

WARDED TO MARY:

I know we had some words the other day, sweetheart, but I want you to know that I was just worried about your well-being. I shouldn't have gotten cross with you because you didn't do anything wrong this time, but it appears I took out my frustrations with work and all of this on you. For that, I am sorry, Mary love.

Why don't we just put this all behind us and have a nice family dinner Thursday night? Not that I wouldn't love to see Lily as well, but we've already got a guest hopefully coming along. I've invited Sherlock Savage to join us.

To everyone affected by the attacks on Hogsmeade on Hallowe'en, I hope you are all doing well. One could say that this happened on an inopportune time, due to the date, but it seems that nothing is truly sacred to the Death Eaters. While it does mean that we should all be vigilant and of sound enough mind to keep ourselves safe, it - conversely - does not mean that we should have to turn into shadows of our former selves due to fear. Live life to the fullest. Do not take a single day for granted. Yet never forget that regardless of your blood status, sex, race or what have you, you are no less of an amazing and unique person.

I'm Mackenzie MacDonald. I'm a daughter. A mother. A sister. A wife. A best friend. A hitwitch. A Muggleborn. And - perhaps not most importantly, but definitely worth inclusion - a witch. My blood is not a sole defining factor in who I am, and you know what? I rather like that. Take from this what you'd like, but it doesn't change that fact that neither I, nor my beliefs, have plans to go anywhere any time soon.

WARDED TO '78 GRYFFINDORS, HUFFLEPUFFS AND RAVENCLAWS:

Check in, now. If I don't here from each and everyone of you? Or, at the very least, have someone vouch for your whereabouts? Do not put it past me to launch some manhunt even though I just want to sleep to find you, when I am done with this all.

This goes doubly for you, Mary Una MacDonald and Greta Catchlove and Lily Evans and James Potter and Sirius Black and

It usually takes quite a bit to ruffle my feathers and today? Certainly has done so. Now, I'm all for equality and the like, however, am completely and utterly through with hags. And their stupid week devoted to hag pride (or whatever the hell they are calling it), not to mention a parade dedicated to just that. It-- Just-- There are no words.

The side of my calf is burnt and blistered because of those demon creatures, or more precisely? Due to the lovely hag who saw to start a fire in the middle of a Diagon Alley side street. All because there was a new book that had been published recently that did not hold his kind in a popular light. Of course the only proper course of action was to obtain as many copies of said book as possible, then light them on fire. That in itself wasn't that big, but the bag of rubbish sitting right next to it certainly worked as a nice accelerate. I am a hitwitch, not some fire fighter, yet today got to put out a fire, chase after a hag while wounded - only to have him disappear in the crowd, then use more burn paste than I thought existed to slather up my leg so I could work on reports.

Next year when this time rolls around again? I'm taking my paid vacation. I dare anyone to try and persuade me otherwise. I fucking hate hags.

WARDED TO '78 GRYFFINDORS, HUFFLEPUFFS & RAVENCLAWS:

Please tell me that you are all alright after the displays in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley today. Also, I know tomorrow is Hallowe'en - as well as this hag nonsense will hopefully be over - and you all probably have plans, but please stay safe, dears. Better safe than sorry; that saying does exist for a reason.

WARDED TO DMLE:

Good morning, everyone! I know it may not solve anything that has come up as of late, but there are some biscuits in the break room. There's chocolate chip, orange-cranberry and peanut butter - I can't remember which, but I swear I promised either Leo or Doc some peanut butter ones awhile ago. Feel free to help yourself, as always.

Also, don't be surprised when you all get to be my little guinea pigs for this new tart recipe I found in the recent Witch Weekly. I put Magnus on a diet, so he's not allowed to have any sweets right now. Reap the benefits, my lovelies.

WARDED TO LILY & MARY:

Now I know you two probably have busy, busy schedules, but if it's not too much trouble, you should come over for brunch this Sunday. It feels like it's been forever since I've gotten the chance to see my girls and just talk about things not work-related.

WARDED TO MILLICENT & GRETA

What with all that's gone on recently, you'll have to excuse me for not getting in touch earlier. How are you doing, Greta dear? I hope you've been taking it easy, missy, because the last thing I want to hear is that we're going to miss out on your wonderful lunches because of a setback such as this.

Don't think I wouldn't get to you, Millie. If you or Barney need any help with anything, you know I'm only a ward, owl or floo away. I'd say please tell me you're keeping your wits about you with all of this brouhaha, then I pause to realise exactly who I'm talking to here.

My, this has been quite the weekend hasn't it? Even with all everything taken into account, it's good to know that little things can change your mood magnificently. Only Sunday I found my wedding album while going through my hall closet; I was astounded when I realised I hadn't even noticed I hadn't seen it in years.

Though, on further inspection, it did lead me to the conclusion that my husband has put on a few pounds in the past twenty years. He's none too happy about the fact that I've hidden anything even resembling sugar at our house, but what type of wife would I be if I let him fall apart at the seams when he's only thirty-eight? We made a deal, when he reaches seventy he can get as paunchy as he wants, but not a day before.

All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am,
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