<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/>A lot could be said about an outfit. Mackenzie was quite frumpy -she knew this. She liked to wear men’s suit jackets over loudly printed t-shirts and shorts with ripped tights beneath. She clashed, more often than not, with her red hair or pale complexion. But fashion was comfort, and while there were days she seemed to look far more normal and ‘with it’, those were usually days when ulterior motives of her own. Grace, she would say, was quite posh. She would be able to walk through the swamp in the middle of the Mississippi on the hottest, most humid day of the year and come out looking as if she were in a photo shoot. Corey may have been a bit naive, but there was no way he’s missed<em>that</em>.<br/><br/>But Grace didn’t see it, even when Mackenzie was trying to spell it out for her. Maybe her approach was all wrong?<br/><br/>“I’ll be honest,” Her tone had changed. She was being a little cautious, toeing the line. “I always assumed you and Corey would be a couple. It may be a bit hypocritical of me since we all know I sleep around and ‘what is commitment’?” She used quotations in the air to mock herself as she said it. “But,” a little hiccup of space separated her words, just a twinge of hesitation. She didn’t like talking about her family. Not the dead ones, at least. Her friends here at Hogwarts -her current family- were different. “Mum and pops were mates for years. They met here at school. Way I heard it from my aunties was that pops got ditched on a date, so mum took him out because she didn’t want his suit to go to waste. Apparently, he tamed his hair and looked quite dapper!” She flashed a cheesy grin, but that was mostly to keep control of her own face. Keep it placid and blank of any emotions not orchestrated by the facade she kept up for so long. “It went well since a few years later they had me.”<br/><br/>She shrugged a shoulder, then adjusted the hemline of her sweater which had exposed that same knobby shoulder. “I think the healthiest relationships start out with friendship. You couldn’t ask for a better foundation. Obviously, you have to have some feelings for him yourself -why else would you have been so bothered by the misunderstanding?” A second shrug. This time, she hoped it would show Grace that there wasn’t anything wrong with this line of thinking. “Just think about it. You two are close and that’s keen! But what music gets stuck in your head when you hang out?” She tapped her skull, then winked. “Love ballads, or something like the ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’?”<br/>