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General Information
Character Name:
Mary Celeste Holloway
Type of Character:
Adult
Age:
39
Date of Birth:
23 April 1881
Blood Status:
Pureblood
Residence:
Rookery Hall
Family:
Tiberius J. Holloway - Husband
Carter D. Holloway - oldest of the twins
Catherine M. Holloway- younger of the twins and in Ravenclaw
Various Cavendish relatives
Occupation:
Fixer; former barrister
Personality & History
Personality:
Mary Celeste Holloway (born Cavendish)—yeah, that one ex-Hufflepuff you heard about—was basically what you get when tenacity and loyalty hook up at a dive bar and raise a dangerously competent child. She kept that straight-up Hufflepuff “fair’s fair” vibe, sure, but working as a fixer at Holloway and Associates? That hardened her, sharpened up all the soft edges. Don’t be fooled: under those kind eyes, she could cut through B.S. faster than a Slytherin cut through a loophole. No kidding, the woman could sniff out the heart of a problem before you even knew there was one. That instinct? Gold in the courtroom—and honestly, maybe a little scary if you were on the wrong side.
On the job, Mary was ice under fire. Stress? Please. She ate pressure for breakfast and probably alphabetized her plans for dessert. Untangling the nastiest, most hopeless legal knots was her thing—her reputation for getting clients out of messes bordered on the legendary. People counted on her, and she never let them down. Old-school Hufflepuff loyalty, but with the backbone of a prizefighter. She dealt with dirty tricks and sleaze with this calm, almost regal vibe, always pushing for the right thing, never cutting corners that’d make her lose sleep.
At home? Total switch. She was the rock—ask Carter or Catherine, they’d tell you (probably while rolling their eyes) that Mom kept everything steady. She was more than just a good wife or mom. She was the family’s safe harbor, the one who kept the storm outside when everything was nuts. Compassion was non-negotiable—if you were under Mary Holloway’s roof, you learned how to treat people right and why working hard actually matters. And, well, where’d she pick up all that? A mix of Hufflepuff roots and the reality check that comes from being a “fixer” in a world full of messes.
She’d always be this odd mix of comforting and intimidating—the Hufflepuff mama bear with a Rolodex of political blackmail and a steel-trap mind. She liked the shadows, the behind-the-scenes grunt work, holding the universe together for folks who honestly had no idea how close they’d come to disaster. That’s how she wanted it: no applause, just results.
History:
Okay, so picture this: Mary and Tiberius Holloway, both from these fresh-out-of-the-oven nouveau riche families, get tossed together in what’s basically a boardroom marriage deal—Cavendish meets Holloway, and suddenly everyone’s drinking champagne at garden parties. Someone thought it’d be a chess move to jack up their families’ reputations. Thing is, the plan totally backfired—in a good way. Instead of doing the polite, forced-marriage tango, they went and, oops, actually fell for each other. No joke. They ended up as ride-or-die partners built on mutual respect, modern vibes, and probably a bit of “wait, you’re actually cool?”
Now, here’s where it gets spicy. These two were living in a world where pure-blood snobbery was basically the house wine, and the idea of women running anything but a knitting club was enough to give Great Aunt Petunia the vapors. Mary and Tiberius? Didn’t care. They were all about gender equality before it was trendy. Firstborn gets the inheritance, period—didn’t matter if it was a Carter or a Catherine. Practically a scandal, if you ask the neighbors. And don’t even get me started on the fact that they actually rooted for each other’s careers like it was a sport—no “just stay home and look pretty” nonsense here.
Now, Tiberius—this guy was no slouch. He hustled his way into mediwizardry at St. Mungo’s, patching up wizards left, right, and center. Some people play Quidditch, he played Doctor House. Meanwhile, Mary? The woman became a barrister, went full legal eagle, and set up Holloway and Associates. She wasn’t just winning cases; she was the magic world’s Olivia Pope, “fixing” scandals before they ever saw ink in the Daily Prophet. Sly as a fox, clever, and subtle as a Disillusionment Charm.
Oh, and then came the twins—springtime 1909. Carter and Catherine, who were basically walking proof that genetics just grabs a bag of personality traits and tosses them in the air like confetti. Carter’s the Gryffindor—loud, charming, probably jumped off the Quidditch stands at some point. Catherine? Totally her own creature. Classic Ravenclaw, brain working overtime, but also this quirky blend of art-brain meets “no thanks, I’m fine at home with a book and my own weird ideas.” Never tried to be someone she wasn’t. Gotta respect that.
And the house situation—kind of hilarious, actually. Mary’s Hufflepuff heart meant she’d probably never leave you hanging and was up for a bit of hard graft. Tiberius, on the other hand, Slytherin from top to tail—ambitious, smart, survives anything. Not exactly birds of a feather, but somehow their differences just clicked. They didn’t work because they matched—they worked because they thrived off how different they were. Sometimes opposites don’t just attract; they build empires (or at least throw some wild dinner parties).
Prompt Response:
Mary Holloway sighed, running a hand over her immaculately styled hair. The man standing before her, a Mr. Abernathy by the looks of his tweed jacket and frantic gesticulations, was not going to be an easy one. He had pounced on her just as she was completing a late dinner, his eyes protruding with that wild glint she knew only too well.
"It was a teapot, I'm telling you!" he insisted, his voice a hoarse whisper. "One minute it was busted on the sidewalk, the next minute it was whole, floating right back into that store window! It was magic!"
Mary allowed herself a slight, knowing smile to play on her lips. She had just concluded a particularly difficult piece of business—a looming scandal between a well-known Warlock and an enchanted tea set—and had thought herself free for the evening. Her training as a barrister had prepared her for this sort of thing, but a casual street fight was always a bother.
"Mr. Abernathy," she said to him, her voice calm and smooth, "I assure you, what you witnessed was nothing more than a very talented bit of street magic. Sleight of hand, misdirection. There are illusionists all over the world, you know."
He scoffed, his shaking finger pointing at her. "No! You were there! You saw it right in front of you!"
Mary looked him in the eye, her expression steady. "Sir, I am very busy, and I fear I have no time for this," she said, her voice taking on a colder edge. "What you saw was a trick. The man who performs these illusions has been known to be a bit of a prankster, and he certainly knows how to work his audience." She paused, her eyes narrowing a bit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a very important meeting to attend. I'm sure you have things to attend to as well."
She turned, her movements graceful and calculated, and began to walk away. Just as she rounded the corner, she heard him yell one last time, "I'll expose you! I'll tell everyone about the magic!"
Mary just smirked. Her company was built on making problems like Mr. Abernathy disappear*. She had been dealing with this sort of thing her entire working life. She'd get one of her people to go have a word with him in the morning. A nice, strategically placed memory charm, from an Obliviator, would do the trick, and by tomorrow, Mr. Abernathy would have entirely forgotten the floating teapot and the woman who made troubles vanish. He would be left to wonder if the whole experience had been anything more than a fever dream.
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ooc: if this goes against the site rules please let me know. I believe that she'd call in a obliviator to fix the problem, that's what she meant
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Catherine Holloway (her daughter)
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