One of the few things that I knew about Mary was that she wrote fan fiction. They were mostly Potter fiction, and all of the stories had a particular bent—strong women who were sexually dominate. Romilda concocting a potion that made her sexual conquests happy to be compliant, Fleur and Nymphadora Tonks displaying and then sharing their recent boy-toys, Madame Hooch allowing the team to service her, and more. She had written dozens of these stories, and after reading them, I couldn’t look at Mary without projecting qualities of her heroines on to her. And, perhaps inevitably, I found myself fantasying about her.
Mary was pretty, but not sexy. Whereas the women in her stories were dominating and beautiful, they were also physically Mary’s opposite. They were tall with straight hair and full figures. Mary was short with curly hair, skinny and flat chested. She had a small nose and a ton of freckles.
Mary was also the sort of person who was always deeply passionate about something. She would discover some new hobby every month or so and let it devour her time and attention. Every time you saw her, she would tell you something new about ASMR or lucid dreaming. One night, a few of us were hanging out in a friend’s dorm room, and Mary was going on about her latest obsession, hypnosis. Before I left, I asked her, “Can it help with sleep?”