<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K5HcwFT.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Outfit in the photo<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace’s room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Perspective.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It seemed that a change of subject was desired. Mack could accommodate, and shrugged a single shoulder as if to say<em>what is there to tell</em>? It was a weird story. Or, maybe it wasn’t so weird in context, but certainly not a normal circumstance for this particular witch.<br/><br/>“I was talking in Mulford’s class a few years ago and he threatened me with detention if the subject matter was ‘off topic’,” she used air quotations as she said this. “Hell, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, so maybe it really wasn’t important? Well, Rhys and I just finished serving detention with professor Nix and neither of us felt like doing lines anymore so I had to think on the spot, right?”<br/><br/>She popped a piece of unicorn munch into her mouth and chewed. “So I made up some fluff. Told Mulford that I was only just curious as to why we didn’t have any communication programs set up with other schools --our lessons that day were pertaining to the creation of wizarding schools as a whole, you see? I ran my gums about ostracizing generations and I think I said something about ‘breaking stereotypes’ and apparently I excited the man.”<br/><br/>Her infamous smirk sprouted then. The one that usually meant trouble for someone else or that Mackenzie herself was about to cause some shenanigans. Mischievous, wiley, there was a reason her patronus was a fox. It was the smirk that made teachers sigh and her enemies gulp. “We didn’t cover much in class that day. I kept him distracted while the rest of class jerked off. By the end of it though I thought I really was going to get detention but he asked me to start this pen pal exchange instead.” Another casual shrug, before she flopped back and lifted both feet in the air, simply to look at her slippers. They were bunnies, but they looked like road kill, instead of something bouncing around in a Disney flick.<br/><br/>“Well, after about a week, I figured ‘what the hell?’. I wrote a short letter, all it had on there was the beginning of a joke.” She lowered one leg to the ground, grabbing one of Grace’s pillows to balance it on her foot, before juggling it over to the next. “Didn’t expect anything back. Got an owl back about a week letter. Turns out Mulford really did like the idea and contacted Durmstrang.”<br/><br/><em>Kick.</em>The pillow was flopped to the other foot, while her brilliant hair was fanned out around her shoulders like a blood stain on the floor. “The letter went,’well?’, waiting for the answer to my joke. So I replied with the answer and we’ve sorta continued it since.”<br/><br/>The pillow flopped off of her foot and landed on her face. She spoke like that for a short while, her voice muffled. “We’ve sorta just chatted all this time. Banter. He’s<em>almost</em>capable of dishing it out as well as he gets but I think we both know,” she pulled the pillow off of her face, “that I am the Beyoncé of quip remarks.”<br/>